Chen Ao was thrown into the bucket, only to find that he was still holding the sharp dagger in his hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This knife is indeed extraordinary, not to mention that it cuts the flesh and skin easily, just to say that this knife has made a few cuts on the corpse, but there is no blood stained at all, and the dirty blood stains the blade, and it will soon condense and drip. From this alone, you can see how powerful it is.

Chen Ao played with the dagger carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He doesn't have a collector's penchant, but he loves these weird things. Modern people see a lot of things, and what mobile phones and computers they think about are not worth mentioning. On the contrary, these uncommon things can often bring a sense of novelty to people.

But he also knew that this dagger belonged to the master of this cottage, and he couldn't think about it. Now that his life is in the hands of others, I don't know if he can survive!

Chen Ao suddenly saw the small word "Ning" on the handle of the knife, and wondered, could this be the name of the big boss? Xuanning?

Chen Ao felt that his name was not good, and when he saw someone, he always had to evaluate the other person's name in his heart.

was thinking wildly, and a bucket of cold water fell down on his head, which made Chen Ao almost jump up: "I haven't taken off my clothes yet!"

Only then did he remember that the great master had ordered them to wash themselves. They really don't pay attention to it at all, just like washing livestock.

But now there is no way to pick and choose, people are under the eaves, and they have to bow their heads! Fortunately, it is the height of summer, and there is nothing to take a cool shower. However, the mountain spring water was really a little cold, and Chen Ao was not used to it for a while, and his teeth trembled.

Chen Ao sat in the wooden barrel with his bare buttocks, washed for a long time, and finally waited for a man to bring him a set of clean clothes. Originally, the caftan was not his own anyway, so it was not a pity to lose it. Although the material is a little rough and a little fat, the new dress is still short clothes and shorts. But Chen Ao was more comfortable to wear.

After washing, the two men who had brought him in came in again. The big boss didn't tell what to do with Chen Ao, and they didn't dare to make the decision, so they could only take a rope and simply tie Chen Ao's hands and throw them into the firewood room.

Chen Ao hid the dagger close to his body, and the two of them didn't pay attention. The wood-stacking hut was windowless on all sides, and when the door was closed, it was a little dark inside.

Chen Ao got used to it for a while, and then he saw that there were two piles of firewood piled up in the dark room. He sighed and muttered to himself: "Alas, how did you fall into this field......"

At the end of the day, things happened one after another. Chen Ao didn't have time to think about how he came here, what kind of place was this.

But one thing is certain, this place must still be somewhere in our great motherland, but I'm afraid time is not so good for sure. Look at the clothes of these people, they are somewhat similar to the costume dramas on TV.

Don't......

Before Chen Ao could figure it out, he suddenly heard a low roar. Immediately after that, he was hit the back, stumbled under his feet, and fell into a dog eating.

If it weren't for the soft lawn on the ground, Chen Ao would have had to break a bone this time. Before he could react, he suddenly noticed that his back was ridden, and his neck was strangled from behind, and his breath was suddenly blocked, and it was difficult to breathe.

This drastic change frightened Chen Ao into a daze. Even more choked throat, breathless breathing, and even more flustered. Fortunately, the person behind him didn't seem to have much strength, and he couldn't kill Chen Ao for a while. But just like that, it also made him very uncomfortable.

His chest became more and more suffocated, and his consciousness seemed to begin to blur. Is he going to die again? Chen Ao couldn't help but think that in Evergreen Park, he thought he was solving the murder case and tracking down the gangsters, which led to a series of encounters.

Will the same tragedy happen again?

It's okay, let's just take a trip here! Chen Ao gradually became a little depressed.

However, if you are killed by a single shot, there is no pain at all, and it is fine. But now this way of dying is really tormenting, Chen Ao only feels extremely painful, and the will to survive in his heart is slowly recovering.

I can't just die! It's better to die than to live, I want to live!

Chen Ao kept groping forward with both hands, and suddenly grabbed a piece of firewood. The firewood was neatly chopped and about a meter long. Chen Ao didn't think about it, grabbed the firewood, and knocked it back hard, hitting the top of the head of the person on his back.

The man screamed "ahhh Chen Ao seized this rare opportunity, rolled on the ground, and threw the man off his back.

He gasped for air, coughed heavily, and looked down at the man who had attacked him. It was not true in the dark, but it was clear that this person was thin and weak.

Most of the people in this cottage are stout men. There is only one man of this size - Mr. Liu!

Chen Ao's heart suddenly dawned, when he was in the Juyi Hall, the big boss said that Mr. Liu would be locked up in the firewood room first. Unexpectedly, it was really a narrow road, and he was inexplicably imprisoned.

In fact, he didn't know that there was no place to hold prisoners in this Biqing Village. If someone makes a mistake, he will be punished and he will be locked up in this firewood room.

Chen Ao's anger rose from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts. Okay, you old thing has bad intentions, poisoned and killed people, and I exposed it, but you want to harm me. It's really unbearable!

Chen Ao was angry, and he would not let himself die in the hands of such a person. He saw Mr. Liu covering his head, snorting straight in his mouth, and hurriedly pounced, crushing Mr. Liu to the ground.

The situation of the two reversed, and they suddenly scuffled together. Chen Ao is younger and stronger than Mr. Liu, but his hands are tied. And Mr. Liu was not tied up because he was a copycat. The two have advantages and disadvantages of each other, and they are suddenly comparable.

Two people who don't know martial arts, a fight in a dim firewood room is really boring, and no one has the heart to watch it.

Chen Ao finally held down Mr. Liu's waving hands and shouted loudly: "Is there anyone in charge?

shouted for a long time, but no one paid attention to him. Chen Ao scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to scold. The two of you come and go, and they fight happily.

Fortunately, neither of them has much experience in fighting, so they can't do that kind of move of digging eggs and gouging out eyes. After fighting for a long time, it was only a blue nose and swollen eyes, and a cracked lip, but he was not seriously injured. But he was so tired that he was out of breath.

Seeing that the sky outside in the crack of the door was gradually darkening, Chen Ao controlled Mr. Liu and said loudly: "I shouted to stop, everyone is not allowed to fight!"

Mr. Liu didn't speak, and he was exhausted when he thought about it. Chen Ao counted three times, took the lead in letting go of his hand, and flashed to the side. The two of them leaned against the pyre, panting.

It was already dark, and no one had come to bring them food. Presumably, there is a funeral in the cottage, and no one has the heart to prepare a meal. Chen Ao's stomach had begun to growl. He could only think of something else to distract from the feeling of hunger.

Chen Ao looked in Mr. Liu's direction and asked, "Mr. Liu, what age is it now?"

I don't know if Mr. Liu didn't understand, or didn't want to pay attention to him at all. Chen Ao had to change his question: "Is it the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty, or the Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty?"

When Mr. Liu heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: "Stinky boy, who are you, why did you come to harm the old man...... He-mother-, I actually planted it in your hands...... You're a madman! They believe you're a madman!"

Chen Ao listened to him chatter, said some nonsense, and asked again patiently.

Mr. Liu looked up and laughed: "Haha...... Ming Dynasty, Qing Dynasty? Are you dreaming? The Tang Dynasty has long been finished, and now it is the world of the Great Song Dynasty!"