Xu Huiran's screams all fell into Huang Yiren's hands.

She was sweating profusely, her neck was pulled forward, her eyes were almost popping out, her hands and feet twitched from the severe pain, but she did her best to shrink her back and bend her back to protect her abdomen.

Huang Yiren's voice was cold: "Say!"

"At my house!" Cheng Ting knelt on his knees, "There...... There!"

Huang Yiren smiled with satisfaction: "Where?"

"In the garden!"

"Where's the garden?"

"Let her go, I'll tell you! I'll take you!"

Huang Yiren saw that Cheng Ting was almost collapsed, and he had a crazy state of dying together if he didn't let go, so he took Xu Huiran off the bed, walked to Cheng Ting's side, raised his hand and slashed at Xu Hui's neck, and Xu Huiran fainted to the ground.

"Hui Ran!" Cheng Ting stretched out his hand to help, but Huang Yiren grabbed the placket of his coat, pulled him up, and pulled a knife against his back: "Say!"

In the next moment, Cheng Ting suddenly leaned over and blew out the candle flame in the room.

The room fell into darkness, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng Ting picked up the black lacquer small table and raised his hand to Huang Yiren's head.

Huang Yiren's head was tilted, dodging this draw, and the sharp knife in his hand also broke away from Cheng Ting, and Xiao Ji flew past his ears with a strong wind, hitting the window with a loud bang, and the entire ivory lattice window was shattered, and the sound of wooden planks breaking in the dark was piercing, which quickly alarmed the people outside.

"Third Master!"

Huang Yiren gritted his teeth and scolded, catching Cheng Ting's mountain-like black shadow and Xu Huiran on the ground at a glance, but before he could move, Cheng Ting had already used all his strength and hit him head-on.

The two of them fell to the ground, accompanied by Huang Yiren's muffled snort.

With a brute force, Cheng Ting overwhelmed Huang Yiren, and was knocked to the ground in an instant.

In the servant's exclamation, Huang Yiren picked up a chair leg and smashed it down panting.

A dull sound of a hard object shattering, accompanied by Cheng Ting's screams, filled the Cheng family, Cheng Ting's upper body sat up straight, his face twisted and hideous due to pain, one leg bent, one leg fell to the ground, unable to move.

Huang Yiren grabbed Cheng Ting's bun and dragged him to the wall, and when Cheng Ting's eyes were full of gold stars and dizziness, he carried him like a face pocket, swept away the intruders, and absconded over the wall.

Cheng Ting was dazed, only to feel that one leg was in severe pain in the concussion, the skin on his forehead was broken, the blood flowed down and covered his eyes, and he forcibly tore open the eyelashes that were stuck together, and he saw black shadows all over the ground, high walls, dead trees, dry grass, and a wild dog chasing a wild cat, all leaving a dark shadow in the unclear night.

The voice behind him was close at first, but in less than a moment, it was out of reach, he tried to shout, but his head was down, his waist and abdomen were folded on Huang Yiren's shoulders, his legs were firmly imprisoned, his breathing was very difficult, and the person was also drowsy, and the voice was even more difficult to make, and any struggle was in vain.

A bump, the bluestone slab in the eye turned into mud, muddy and rugged, the houses beside the road were low and simple, the black shadows on the ground became more bare trees, a group of jackdaws were like copper and iron, standing on the branches, and the shadows that fell on the ground seemed to be peeping eyes, waiting for a carrion.

Huang Yiren's footsteps suddenly stopped, looked around vigilantly, carried Cheng Ting, got into the eaves full of dry horse manure, and put down Cheng Ting.

As soon as Cheng Ting's feet touched the ground, he immediately broke out with pain, his mouth and nose were covered by Huang Yiren, the cry of pain stopped in his mouth, his back was close to Huang Yiren's chest, and only two eyeballs could still be turned. Look at the book

A few jackdaws were startled, spread their wings, and flew out, their feathers glowing with a dark green sheen in the night.

Cheng Ting watched Zell appear on the side of the road.

He wanted to struggle, but he was firmly held in his hands by Huang Yiren, and he was sweating profusely from the stimulation of his broken leg, his breathing began to be difficult, his face turned vermilion, and his chest almost exploded.

Zell looked up at the jackdaw flying with wings, his eyes swept inch by inch from the darkness, his nose sniffed the cold smell in the air, trying to find a familiar smell - he came out of Cheng's house and walked to Mo's mansion, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and when he turned back sharply, Cheng's house was already in chaos.

Alcohol and smoky body

The smell of burning mutton hindered him, so he took off his robe and put it on a branch beside him, and sniffed it carefully.

The faint smell of blood that had tracked him down was nowhere to be seen, and there was no other smell.

Odd.

The jackdaw had already fallen, and after the cry had dispersed, there was a dead silence around him.

His brows furrowed, he took off his robe, and lowered his head to identify the mud marks on the ground, and there was no way to distinguish the frozen dead grass everywhere, so he could only continue to look for it in a suspicious place.

He turned his head to see several jackdaws, flying into the sky, secretly cursing a "cunning Han man", and hurriedly went back, but when he arrived, he only saw an empty space, and a few balls of horse manure, rolling to the ground.

Huang Yiren carried Cheng Ting, tired like a cow and horse, the wound on his waist was oozing blood, and the blood wet his clothes, although it did not drip to the ground, there was also a smell of blood.

He didn't panic, he drilled into the smelly place along the way, he already knew that something must be in the Cheng family - Cheng Ting, who was in a hurry, must tell the truth.

Just a little bit!

Hunting and killing was not something to fear him, the pain could not break him, he was able to take charge of the Martial Arts, not only knew how to torture others, but he was also able to take it himself.

Young people like Cheng Ting, the biggest suffering in life is that they can't drink ice in winter, in his hands, I don't know how many people die, as long as there is time, he can knock their brains open and squeeze out anything they know.

Deliberately leaving messy footprints, he turned back into the city, found a stinky place, and carried Cheng Ting into it, the streets were narrow, only enough for one person to move forward, except for the houses on both sides, and countless sundries were piled up, and it was dark everywhere, and no one lit an oil lamp.

Although it was dark, it was not quiet, and the sound of babies crying, children crying, men and women beating and scolding, filled the streets, and I don't know when it will be quiet.

He found the unmanned courtyard, pushed open the courtyard door, and saw that the shelves and wooden stakes were scattered all over the ground, the curtains and clothes were all kinds of dried on the bamboo poles, the hard ones that had been frozen, the firewood was piled up in the corner of the wall and no one cleaned it up, and there were two puppets by the door.

This is the residence of the vaudeville, and at this time, I don't know where to ask for food, and I won't come back until I am ugly.

He walked across the courtyard, kicked open the door, and threw Cheng Ting on the ground.

The room was dark, only the faint light outlined the inside, the smell was even more pungent, and there was a stream of feces mixed in, as if the toilet was placed directly in the house.

Cheng Ting lay on the cold ground, curled up, and felt more and more tingling in his left leg, compared to Cheng Taishan's slap, which could only be regarded as a stroke.

He looked up at Huang Yiren, the man looked down at him, he was probably eight feet long, with thick eyebrows and eagle eyes, his clothes did not fit, and his body was tense.

Huang Yiren raised his leg and stepped on Cheng Ting's broken leg, Cheng Ting said "ah", his face was bloodless, and tears flowed.

"Where's the garden?"