The huge scorching pillar of light, after reflecting the emperor's tomb as white as snow, disappeared like lightning that came and went.

And inside the emperor's mausoleum, it is white and vast, and everything is clearly recognizable.

In the sky above the jade white stone face, that is, in the center of the top wall of the emperor's mausoleum, there is a larger green dragon and the green dragon below, far opposite.

The white light that shot out just now erupted from the dragon's mouth at the top and penetrated into the dragon's mouth below.

Incredibly, although the white light has dissipated, the light inside the mausoleum is still bright.

At this time, the number of people from the southeast and northwest gradually increased.

In the crowd, apart from children, there were men and women, old and young, all barefoot and dressed in black.

In a short time, the emperor's tomb was already full of black pressed people, which was twice as large as before.

After everyone sat down, their expressions were solemn, and they looked ahead in silence.

The huge imperial mausoleum is like the world after the rain, quiet and silent.

Sister Yun led me and sat down in the last row.

Although I tried my best to keep myself calm, I was both curious and a little timid, and secretly thought: What are so many people doing when they get together?

Whenever I wanted to lean into Sister Yun's ear and ask what was going on, I caught a glimpse of her majestic expression, and the words in my heart were stuffed in my throat.

After about a minute or two, an extremely strange piece of music sounded in the imperial tomb.

In this piece, there are no instrumental playing, no loud vocals, no main and chorus, no high-bass transitions.

Yes, it's just a group of male and female voices that are together without any rhythm.

There is confusion in the gloom, and sadness is full of sadness.

In the empty imperial mausoleum, this dark sound reverberates like a shuttle in the brain marrow.

At the moment when the music sounded, everyone stood up gently.

I was fascinated by the music, and I was quickly dragged up by Sister Yun.

The moment I stood up, I suddenly saw a woman standing in the front row who looked exactly like Sister Yun.

Her eyes, her brows, her cheeks, and the corners of her lips are no different from Sister Yun.

The only difference is that Sister Yun has shoulder-length hair, and she has short hair over the ears.

I glanced at Sister Yun beside me, and then at the woman in front of me, feeling like I had discovered a new continent, and I couldn't suppress my ecstasy.

Who is that man? How can you be so similar to Sister Yun?

After the music was finished, everyone sat down together. At this point, the atmosphere is a little hotter.

I leaned into Sister Yun's ear and asked, "Sister, there is a woman in the front row who looks very similar to you, who is she?"

The corners of Sister Yun's lips hooked up a beautiful arc, and said with a smile: Do you say that she is good-looking, or is my sister good-looking?

In all fairness, although the woman in front of her looked the same as Sister Yun, there was a trace of stagnation in her eyes, and she didn't look very energetic.

However, I blamed her for her hot and cold attitude towards me this way, so I said: Naturally, you are ugly.

Sister Yun chuckled and said, "That woman is Mrs. Nanzun."

"Mrs. Nanzun?"

I muttered. I thought: Could it be that this person's surname is Nan Mingzun? It's weird.

Sister Yun continued: Everyone respects me because I look alike to Mrs. Nanzun.

"Hmm."

I nodded, understanding a little.

However, why are everyone so respectful to this Nanzun lady?

Of course, there are many uncertainties in my heart.

I put my mouth in the palm of my hand, leaned into Sister Yun's ear, and asked, "Sister, what are you going to do for a while?"

Before Sister Yun could answer, she suddenly heard a few "bangs", and four huge transparent glass walls pierced out from the edge of the center of the imperial tomb.

Each glass wall, about three or four meters high, encloses the jade white stone platform.

A dragon's whiskers flew around and the green dragon with a fierce face was reflected on the four glass walls.

My thoughts were instantly beaten back to a month ago.

At that time, on the Sandaoling Ridge, wasn't the edge of the earthen platform just the use of such a glass wall?

Could it be that all the murderous things in the village were done by Sister Yun? Thinking of this, I turned my head to look at Sister Yun.

Her complexion was as plain as usual, and her eyes were not slight.

"No, it can't be Sister Yun. Everything is a coincidence. ”

I comforted myself.

A moment later, except for the center of the Emperor's Mausoleum, circles of white light, like withered white flowers, withered and dimmed.

The entire imperial mausoleum seems to have fallen into an abyss, black and silent.

When a few black shadows flickered on the glass wall, the sound of footsteps could be heard clearly in the imperial tomb.

The sound was originally not loud, but it was amplified by some of the speakers installed on the table.

I looked closely, and saw that on the green dragon face of the jade white stone platform, several strong men in black and a woman in white were lifted up by the first descending and then rising.

As soon as a few people came up, they transported some grillware, table fans, buckets and other things to the center.

In the grill, there is a grill that is supported by two triangular pillars at both ends.

On the pillar, an oval-shaped iron plate is erected, and the iron plate is covered with countless fine holes like a sieve.

At one end of the iron plate, an "L" shaped rocker is installed.

Underneath the grill is a rectangular iron oven filled with pale yellow dry wood.

After arranging all this, two strong men in black pushed out a short thin man with black paint on his private parts.

The arms of the short and thin man were locked by two strong men, his mouth was sealed with duct tape, his throat was red, and his throat was like a crazy rat, screaming incessantly.

In the imperial mausoleum, it gradually boiled.

"This scene should be something to watch."

"Well, last night was really boring, there were too few tricks."

"I heard that this woman is heartbroken, and she has a good show to watch."

…………

When I heard the word "play", I was relieved, it turned out to be a joke.

"Could it be that Sister Yun is a drama worker?"

I guessed again.

After that, the woman nodded at the big men, walked to the corner lonely, covered her face with her hands, and seemed to be sobbing.

At both ends of the grill, there are four lock clips.

Several men lifted the short man and fastened it to the lock.

The short and thin man was unwilling to be bound, and shook his weak body violently.

However, this grill weighs a thousand pounds, and no matter how the short and thin man swayes, the grill is as heavy as a boulder, and it does not move.

The way the short and thin man struggled reminded me of the scene of bird hunting when I was a child: no matter how light and swift a bird is, once it hangs on the net, it will be difficult to escape if it tries its best to break free.

The woman came from the corner, stunned for a moment, and stepped forward to tear the tape from the short thin man's mouth.

"Qinghong, I admit that everything is my fault, you let me go, I will definitely change, and it will definitely be good for you and the children."

The short, thin man begged bitterly.

"Let you go? Do you think that if I let you go, my parents will be able to come back from the dead? Will my world be the way it was? ”

"Then if you kill me, the two old men won't be able to come back. Qinghong, Qinghong, I beg you, give me another chance. ”

"Huh, chance? Do you still have a chance to talk?

After the woman who was called Qinghong finished speaking, she couldn't help but spit at the short and thin man.

All of a sudden, I felt a little sick. I thought to myself: This play is too realistic, isn't it?

Qinghong ignored the man's pleas, she walked to the iron basin next to the oven, pulled out a barbed wooden stick, and stabbed Cao Yunfei in the stomach.

"Ah, ah, I was wrong."

The short, thin man roared like a pig, and the green tendons on his neck bulged.

The huge glass wall, the huge figure, and the cruel torture made my heart tug at it.

I looked at Sister Yun beside me and noticed a sinister smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Qinghong, you can fight, if you have enough to get angry, just let me go, the child can't live without his father."

"Cao Yunfei, let you go? Why didn't you let me Liu Qinghong live in the first place? ”

After Liu Qinghong finished speaking, he slapped a stick on Cao Yunfei's left knee.

The crisp sound of cracking bones echoed in the emperor's mausoleum, and people seemed to feel that their bones were also broken.

"The child's father? You beast, to live will only make the children more miserable. ”

After Liu Qinghong finished speaking, he stabbed Cao Yunfei on his right knee with another stick.

At this time, I understood that the man's name was Cao Yunfei, and the woman's name was Liu Qinghong. The two of them were originally a husband and wife.

I attached it to Sister Yun's ear and said softly: Sister, you said that you would be beaten to death with a stick on the head, what a waste of time to torture like this?

"That's not too cheap for him?"

There was deep resentment in her eyes, and her smile was full of treachery.

I thought to myself: Sister, what's wrong with you? How did you become cold-blooded and ruthless?

My gaze returned to the center of the field, and the more I looked down, the more terrified I became.

Oh my God, this isn't acting, it's clearly a real torture.