With a "bang", Wei Luo was kicked into a huge stone room! She staggered forward, and as soon as she looked up, she met countless familiar pairs of eyes.

At this moment, the stone gate squeaked and was closed. As soon as the stone door closed, Wei Luo's eyes were dark, and only a trace of light penetrated through the crack in the door.

Hundreds of people were already piled up in the huge stone house, crying and begging for mercy.

As soon as Wei Luo turned his head, he saw the round-faced seventeen and the others who were also shrunk in the corner.

She turned her head again, looking for something in the crowd.

At this time, it was clear that everyone knew their fate, and those well-dressed and good-looking boys and girls were the most calm: they had existed as gifts, and now they would only change hands again.

The ones who were really flustered were the middle-level personnel of the convoy such as Sixteen Girls and Zhan Yi. They finally climbed to this point, and they could enjoy some of the things that they had no chance to enjoy when they were poor before, but as soon as this happened, they did not have the appearance to be favored by the nobles, and the only end was just to be reduced to slaves, either to build a mausoleum, or to build the Great Wall and repair the palace, and since then they have no choice but to die, and the silk clothes are stripped and only wrapped in sackcloth, and there is no millet in the food, and only the root chaff cake is used for a living, and it takes less than a year or two to be tossed to death, and the bones are thrown in the wilderness.

Of the three hundred men in the field, in addition to the two hundred or so virgins, such as those swordsmen and strong handymen, they may also be added to the army. The rest will mostly end up in this way, such as Wei Luo.

Wei Luo saw that now, it was determined that there was indeed no Su in the crowd, and there were no eyebrows and those Yan Ji around her, it seemed that no matter what the situation was, they could still get away with it, maybe there would be a comeback.

Hey, why didn't you see Cheng Xi?

In the crowd, the sixteen girls were already like crazy, the young voice was crying sharply at this time, the cloak was like madness, next to her, Zhan Yi was also gray, his lips were pale, his eyes were blank, just staring at the stone wall beside him, and the despair in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

As the cry became louder and louder, the air gradually added to the stench of feces and urine. The sound of 'bang bang bang' sounded, and Wei Luo looked back and saw a woman of equal status to sixteen girls knocking on the ground with her head, and she seemed to be really crazy.

Wei Luo only glanced at it a few times, and then her heart was blocked, she slowly retreated to one side of the wall, lowered her head, and quietly touched the cuffs with her hands.

There were a dozen or so sword coins left over from the cuff, which was nothing, but what really reassured Wei Luo was the wooden sword hidden in it.

Wei Luo has never been so grateful for his persistence as he is now. As long as she has swordsmanship, she has a chance of winning in any situation. Although it is only one point, it is a hope.

The shouting and crying grew louder and louder.

After Wei Luo, no one was thrown into the cell. At the same time, they also seemed to have forgotten, there were no footsteps outside, and no half of the guards came in to take a look, and when they looked left and right, they were all stone windows and stone doors that had been sealed to death.

As the minutes passed, Wei Luo lowered her eyebrows and calmly breathed in, and gradually, the noise outside no longer affected her.

I don't know how long later, there was a loud 'bang' in the crowd, but it was the sound of a person hitting a stone with his head, accompanied by the smell of blood scattered in the sky, obviously, someone committed suicide.

Wei Luo still didn't raise her eyes, she was in the middle of a void.

Then, there was a stream of suicides, and gradually, the blood and stench filled the entire stone room.

No guards have been present.

At the end, the crowd gradually became numb, and the crying was much quieter, and the most important thing was that those who were crying loudly were hoarse and could only sob.

The already gloomy stone chamber grew dark, and it was evening, but there was still no one to bring food.

Gradually, the lights lit up, and the sound of heavy, jagged footsteps sounded outside.

As soon as the footsteps came, everyone in the stone room was startled, and raised their heads in unison, especially the virgins, who showed joy and anticipation on their faces, it seemed that they were afraid to stay in this place.

Wei Luo also held back his breath and slowly raised his head.

As soon as she looked up, she saw a splash of blood on the opposite stone wall! The blood on the ground had long since congealed, and in the pool of congealed blood, there was a corpse. This is a young man, a person familiar to Wei Luo, he is twenty-five or sixteen years old, his face is pale, his face is narrow and his skin is slightly dark, it is Zhan Yi.

Wei Luo glanced at Zhan Yi's corpse and quickly turned his head away. With a twist of her head, out of the corner of her eye, she once again caught a glimpse of four or five corpses that had also fallen on the spot.

The footsteps outside were getting louder and louder.

After a while, the sound of the 'squeaky' stone door being pushed open came. As soon as the stone door opened, everyone's eyes lit up.

Wei Luo's eyes narrowed reflexively, and when she opened them again, she saw countless torches burning outside the door, and in the midst of the torches, a group of nobles dressed in fine clothes and their carriages loomed.

Standing outside the door were a dozen swordsmen and a few sergeants. As soon as a middle-aged fat wise man at the front caught up, he paused in a hurry, and stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

He covered his mouth, waved his big hand again and again, and shouted: "Drag all the dead out and throw them away!" Cast out the virgins and virgins. ”

As soon as the man shouted, all the boys and virgins cried out for joy at the same time.

Several swordsmen walked in and carried out with several corpses. As soon as they went out on their front feet, the boys and virgins could not hold back any longer, and one by one they followed them out with joy.

Everyone in the stone room looked at this group of beautiful boys and girls with envy.

As soon as the boys, men and virgins left, and everyone was still looking at them, they saw two swordsmen come forward, pushing the stone gate one on the left and one on the right. In the sound of 'squeak', the stone door closed again, and the stone room was dark.

As soon as the stone door was closed, a sharp cry sounded, but it was the sixteenth girl who pounced, she knocked on the stone door hard, and smashed the fat black little hand bloody, but she didn't feel it at all, and howled in her throat: "I am my cousin!" I'm my cousin, I want her to save me! I want her to save me! ”

As soon as this howl came out, many people in the stone house shook their heads: Meiji herself is difficult to protect, how can she remember your cousin?

However, after the scream of the sixteen girls, four or five people were reminded, and they also pounced together, hitting and smashing at the stone gate, screaming for help, what they said was similar to the sixteen girls, and they were all from Meiji's hometown, relatives or something.

The noise continued until midnight.

In the confusion, Wei Luo just quietly practiced his breathing method. It's not that she can make a name for herself in a while. It's just that Wei Luo doesn't want to let himself be out of order, he doesn't want to be infected by the madness and despair around him.

The next day.

Still no one came to bring breakfast.

When it was time for dinner, the stone door was finally opened. However, the people who came did not come to deliver food, but to bring people. As soon as the twenty swordsmen entered, they brought out the people who were thirty years old, who were middle-aged and elderly.

When it was nightfall, the stone gate was opened for the third time, and a group of swordsmen entered, but these swordsmen carried out the rest of the women, such as the sixteen girls.

As soon as those people left, all that was left were some young and strong men, and of course, there was such a small child as Wei Luo. All the time, she stood in the far corner, very inconspicuous, and there was no movement, as if she didn't exist, and I don't know if the people who mentioned her missed her or something.

Time flies, slowly.

There were less than a hundred people left in the stone room, most of them were swordsmen, and there were also dozens of handymen. Wei Luo had no way to practice the method of breathing at this time, she only felt that there were fewer people in the stone room, and everyone's breathing was heavy, and even the air began to stagnate.

Less than half an hour later, there was a sound of footsteps. Hearing the footsteps, the men turned their heads to look at the door in unison—it was finally their turn.