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In a lit cell in the Xiaoyao Cave, there were many documents and account books piled up on several cases, and Chen San, who was wearing a scholar's robe, scolded Huang Siniang's subordinates, still feeling bored.

This short-sighted dead woman thinks that there is no shortage of money in the two gambling house gangs in her hands, or does she think that if she has money, everything will be ready? The newly appointed Baling Zhixian likes calligraphy and painting in the Jin Dynasty, and the deputy envoy of Yuezhou loves beauties.

There were screams from afar in the cave, these bastards couldn't restrain a little, and they tortured a person to death when they captured them, and they didn't talk about any credit, how could they do business with people in the future.

He has also read the books of sages, and he thinks that he is fundamentally different from this group of rotten people in the gang, but everyone only sees him as a settler, doesn't he just know how many fists and feet, and has the ability to fight with the Jin people. He also said that he was a hero, and when the Jin people invaded the south, they didn't escape like a dog and got into the hole, while insulting the women under him, while listening to the shouts and killings, they trembled.

The screams continued, Chen San angrily punched the table, put down the extortion letter he was writing to the Dongcheng Wang's family, and stood up from the table.

Bastard, last time I told the Zhao family to send Zhao Ergongzi back with all his beards and tails, but in the end he was stunned that he was missing two ears, if he hadn't sent twenty taels of silver to the head catcher who was investigating the case, he was afraid that he would be squatting in prison now.

He angrily pushed the door open, and a gust of wind blowing from the cave carried a heavy smell of blood to his face, which immediately made him stunned in place.

This is fresh flesh.

Ahead of the constant dead man.

In the past few years in the beggar gang, it is not that he has not seen the vendetta of the rivers and lakes, nor has he not suffered the revenge of the suffering lord, but he has never imagined that people will die so quickly.

Often, there are only very short screams, but more often they fall to the ground silently, as if their souls have been suddenly snatched away by black and white impermanence.

He leaned down against the wall, crawling on the sludge-covered ground towards the nearest exit in his memory, and how he had escaped the first few times he had been killed by the Bitter Lord's killers.

When the fire came near, some people were running away in a disorderly manner, and some people shouted that I had also been taken and knelt down and begged for mercy, but as soon as I got close to the fire, I immediately fell, like wheat under a sickle.

Chen San lowered his head, held his breath, and continued to crawl towards the exit under the cover of darkness, and when someone rushed over, he pressed his face to the ground and remained motionless, letting the warm blood splash his head and face.

The light of the fire passed by, and the man who was chasing him did not seem to notice him, and he groped tremblingly, and continued to crawl forward.

Suddenly, his fingers touched a mass of flesh, and he frighteningly touched it forward, a round, soft, perforated one, until his fingers pinched the sticky hairs, and he realized what he was holding.

Head.

A few more steps forward, he came across more of the same thing.

One head after another.

The man who was slaughtering in the cave seemed to have no intention of hurting people slowly, and everyone he caught up with had only one fate, which was to be beheaded.

What kind of demon is here?

This time, his teeth could no longer hold back the shiver, but he finally did not scream, and it was a long time before he realized the coldness between his legs, which he had unconsciously frightened and incontinent.

Is it the golden man who is calling again?

He saw in the records of his predecessors that when the two countries were at war at the beginning, in order to deter the Song people, the Jin army often cut off the heads of the killed soldiers and piled them up into a high platform, which was called Jingguan. Unexpectedly, this barbaric show of force would appear again in the hinterland of the Great Song Dynasty many years later.

In the darkness, Chen San felt as if a pair of cold hands were grabbing his five internal organs, and the thick blood stains nearby were like a rude and violent stick, prying open his throat and stirring wildly in the depths of his throat. Suddenly, he vomited with a whoosh, and instead of crawling on the ground, he bent over and threw up and rushed frantically towards the exit.

The road was full of dead bodies, and he tripped up, got up, and stumbled again, only four words repeated in his mind.

The golden man is coming.

The firelight went around the corner and came to him. He heard a nice woman's voice, crisp and light: "This is the last one, when did it slip out?"

So he raised his head, and he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

Under the blazing torches, he saw the most shocking picture of his life.

It was a young girl in a goose-yellow dress, her face was extremely beautiful, her long hair was simply combed up, she had no jewelry, she held a torch in her left hand, and a blood-dripping knife in her right hand.

There was a wind blowing in from the outside in the cave, and the girl's blood-stained yellow dress swayed gently in the wind, and there was not a trace of wrinkles and needlework on it. Looking up again, there was a slender white neck, the girl's skin was as white as snow, as warm as jade, and a few drops of blood slipped down her face and fell into the dirt beneath her feet.

He only dared to peek at the flawless face out of the corner of his eye, because the girl's thrilling beauty stung his eyes, and it would be a great blasphemy to let his gaze linger on that face for a moment.

Beauty and carnage mingle together, blending into an illusion beyond reality in the flickering firelight.

Is she killing someone?

No, how is it possible, a woman like her can only be a goddess under the fairy palace, so there will be seamless heavenly clothes, and there will be a natural carved appearance.

By the way, Jin Ren is here, she is very dangerous.

"Let's go, fairy, the golden man is here, the golden man is here......" Chen San knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, pointing to the exit not far away, "Fairy, go from there, I'll help you block the pursuers." ”

Where he couldn't see, Cen Lu sighed heavily and showed a mouthful of rotten teeth: "This person is already scared crazy. ”

"Since he's crazy, let's spare his life. Cen Qing dropped the knife in his hand and asked Cen Lu, "Are there really no other beggars?"

"No, since we first trapped this place with ghosts, no one has been able to get out. Cen Lu hurriedly said with a bitter face, "Auntie, haven't you killed enough?" There are thirty-seven lives, my boss was also a horse thief when he was young, but the first half of his life combined was not as many people as you killed in this moment. ”

"Then let's go kill the last two. Cen Qing looked at Cen Cai on the side, "What did Cen Xi say over there?"

He said the woman was awake, frightened, and running back. "Cen Cai and Cen Xi are twin brothers, born with telepathy, so they can sense each other's thoughts and situations, and can also talk to each other from a distance.

"Let him follow. Cen Qing nodded, "Let's kill the master who chased Cen Fu first, and then use her blood to draw a happy end to this evil place." ”