Cheng Ting gasped, the wooden puppet in the house stared at him, waiting for his word by word, he knew for the first time that time could be so tormenting, and hiding secrets in his heart could be so tormenting.

"I don't know ......"

Before the words fell, Huang Yiren picked up a short stick from behind the door, and without saying a word, smashed Cheng Ting's right leg.

Cheng Ting only felt that the whole person was smashed, and the pain was so rampant that he couldn't even scream, his mind was snow-white, he didn't know whether it was cold or hot, it just hurt.

When he was at home, he was worried about Xu Huiran, and the pain was far less clear than at this moment, and it was really worse than death at this time.

Huang Yiren laughed: "I have time now to smash the bones in your body inch by inch, the sooner you say it, the sooner you will be relieved, where is the secret of the Mo family?"

Cheng Ting looked at him with a sweaty sneer.

Huang Yiren did not hesitate and directly smashed his right arm.

After Cheng Ting's scream, his eyes were straight, his soul was fragile, and his words were blocked behind his lips, and he could say it at any time.

"I say," he replied twitching, his voice getting lower and lower, "I said...... Stuff ......"

His voice gradually weakened, Huang Yiren squatted down to his ear, Cheng Ting laughed, suddenly raised his head, and with a "phew" sound, he spit a mouthful of bloody saliva on his face.

"It's in your mother's coffin! Let's go for it! Hahahaha......"

Huang Yiren grabbed his wrist with his hand, pressed it down, and broke his wrist with a "click" sound.

Pain.

Any slight movement will exacerbate this pain, Cheng Ting's fingers are on the ground, a nail is broken, he didn't even notice it, and he is still scolding hard: "Shameless, worry about other people's things!"

Huang Yiren smiled.

This kind of fragmentary torture has not reached its peak at this time, and people's will is always strong and weak, and he believes that Cheng Ting is not a person who can resist to death.

He squatted, waiting for Cheng Ting's heart-rending pain to pass.

At this moment, the sky outside suddenly lit up, as if countless lights were lit, everything in the courtyard had a shape, the black shadow on the ground became more and more heavy, and even Cheng Ting's eyebrows and pain could be seen more clearly.

Huang Yiren got up vigilantly, walked to the door, and looked out, only to see that the street was full of fire, and the whole street was alarmed, and the shouts came intermittently.

One by one, torches poured down the narrow streets, and in a matter of moments the filthy and filthy place would be illuminated.

Between the actions of the people outside, there was not only the light of fire, but also the sound of the swords slapping on the waist, the sonorous sound of footsteps in the mud, wearing official boots, and the people who came were probably officials.

He chuckled in his heart, thinking that it was impossible for the messy Cheng family and the Qiang man to find him so quickly, and someone else must have made a move.

He tiptoed back into the house, squatted down, and covered Cheng Ting's lips.

The time has been lost, and we need to leave as soon as possible.

It's a pity that I couldn't ask more specifically, the gardens of rich and noble families are often behemoths, and he doesn't have time to dig three feet into the ground.

If I had known that there was a Cheng San, this matter would have been done a long time ago.

He thought for a moment, took out the sharp knife, and hung the sharp knife above Cheng Ting's chest.

He saw Cheng Ting staring at his round eyes, looking straight at him, intending to die without turning a blind eye and taking revenge as a ghost.

There was a sharp cold light on the sharp knife, and it fell straight down, piercing clothes, piercing flesh, cutting blood veins, splitting white bones, and inserting it into the left side of the chest, deflecting an inch to the right.

This inch is an inch of life-saving, which may not be able to save Cheng Ting, but it will definitely save him.

Pulling out the sharp knife, there was a flash of fire outside the door, the officials searched door to door, knocked on the door three times, Huang Yiren immediately let go of Cheng Ting, pulled his legs and ran, rushed through the obstacles in the house, reached the window, pushed the window and turned out.

He climbed a log sticking out, and instead of jumping onto the roof, he probed upward, and when he saw someone on the roof, he quickly jumped down, stepped into the ankle-high sewage, and moved forward little by little against the root of the wall.

There were voices everywhere, the mud in the gutter was inaudible, the water was bitterly cold, a thin layer of ice shattered at his feet, and his clothes were on the walls

Rubbing, the sound fell on Huang Yiren's ears, and it was an earth-shattering loud noise.

He gritted his teeth and walked forward, reaching the end of the house, and when he could not escape the encirclement for a moment, he covered his waist and abdomen, and waited quietly in the gutter.

He cautiously poked his head out and saw a group of people gathered around the street, a dozen or so torches, and the servants were like wolf dogs, patrolling on all sides.

An official sedan chair, four yellow horses, two men with similar faces to Cheng Ting, anxious and confused, standing side by side, only hating how the street is so narrow, and it is not possible for one more person to go in.

"Really here? Is it really a smell?"

"Listen to Wu Jin."

There is another man in brocade, Huang Yiren once saw him when he was picking up the wind and washing the dust for the King of Wei, surnamed Yue, Xu is a relative of the Cheng family, scratching his ears and cheeks, and he is also anxious.

The Qiang man with a nose more intelligent than a dog stood beside the man surnamed Yue, with an expressionless face, and Wu Jin stood in the middle.

Wu Jin has a thin waist and broad shoulders, and the heavy crane is also tall and neat on him, his body is bright and dark, with sharp edges and corners, he does not move in the eight winds, and concludes that Cheng Ting is among them.

Sure enough, there was an exclamation from inside, and the three words "Cheng Sanye" made people shout out the movement of the mountain and tsunami, and the eldest brother and second brother of the Cheng family jumped in like cannons, and then stuck shoulder to shoulder, fell into the dust, and crawled in again.

Huang Yiren took this opportunity to run out of hiding place like a wind, taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

But as soon as he moved, Zell looked at him like a wolf, and then he jumped in front of him, and raised his foot to one leg.

Huang Yiren turned around to dodge, but he was injured in the waist, and he was not in a hurry to dodge, and was kicked by Zell and fell out of more than ten steps.

Before the officials could react, Zell had already pounced again.

Shouted again from the street, "Alive!"

"Seriously injured, find a doctor!"

When Zell heard this, he was immediately distracted, and his steps stepped back, wanting to see the knife wound, but he suddenly came back to his senses, and when he moved forward again, Huang Yiren had disappeared.

There were people everywhere, the onlookers, the shouting attendants, and the officials who were very busy but didn't know what they were busy with, squirming in places where the torches were not lit, and became black shadows to cover up Huang Yiren's whereabouts.

The smell of the tip of his nose was complicated, and the smell and blood were mixed together, making it difficult for him to distinguish.

He scolded "cunning" and turned to look at Cheng Ting.

And Huang Yiren squeezed into the crowd and looked back at the end.

Wu Jin felt something, suddenly looked back, his eyes shot like an arrow, he immediately lowered his head, knowing that Wu Jin saw through him - he had injuries on his body, and there was a smell of blood everywhere he went, so he could only drill into the turbid place and hide in the messy place, and this street just now was the best choice.

Avoiding Wu Jin, he ran out of two streets in one go, then entered the room through the window, stole clothes and water, slept on the beam for an hour, and then went straight to the outside of Mo's mansion.

After this incident, the Cheng family was heavily guarded, and he could go to hear the news of King Wei first.