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Outside the hall is full of blood, full of gloomy scenes, and the "long dragon" is meandering, all of which are born in blood, looking forward to lingering, hoping to leave a humble life in troubled times.

The man walked in front of Xiao Mo, entered the team first, and looked back and said: "This is the ......" He pointed to the bustling crowd in front of him, with the blood of his relatives hanging on his hands, "The people who come here are all taking the heads of their relatives to join the army, if not, they can only wait for the Jin army to slaughter the city tomorrow, where is there a way to live at that time? I am also forced to be helpless, it is better to live than to die." ”

Xiao Mo looked at the man's bloody hand, but saw that the Zhu Fei cave was open, and the mahogany signboard was hanging high on the eaves, and it was impressively written "He Chuntang" three big golden characters, and the copper furnace beast heads on both sides of the stone steps reflected each other from afar, and there were more than ten people standing around, all of whom were holding long soldiers to maintain order.

Xiao Mo still has a severed head hanging from his waist, in this crowd of people who are carrying, holding or carrying stumps and severed heads, it seems so coordinated, it is so natural that there is no sense of existence, as if a drop of water sinks into the deep sea, instantly dyed blue, and there is no trace of depravity.

Xiao Mo couldn't help but secretly said: "These people are simply inhumane, or rather, this is the naked humanity." In the face of money and death, love, friendship, and even family affection have all changed their nature, it turns out that the troubled times are not terrible, what is terrible is the heart of the mortal who wants to be dissatisfied!"

An old man beside him who was crying about this morning's experience attracted Xiao Mo's attention, his voice was hoarse, his body was long, Xiao Mo could clearly see the vicissitudes of life on the old man's face and mottled tears.

The eldest son of the old man joined the army, and a few years ago he returned from the horse leather wrapping, leaving only the uncrowned boy at home. The kid can't read, and he heard that he can only survive with his closest relatives' flesh and blood, but how can he know that it is a conscription official document. Therefore, in order to keep his father alive, he took the initiative to die in front of his father, and before he died, he said: "Daddy, the child is not filial, and he can no longer take care of your old man!" The only thing the child can do is to continue your life...... Don't be sad, take the child's head!"

The old man tearfully stroked the head of the young man with clear eyebrows and eyes in his arms, and wept: "Pity my child, what is the use of saving such a waste person as me? How can the Jin army take in a dying person? My child is confused, confused!"

The man smiled contemptuously and said disdainfully: "That's a nice word, who can believe it? God knows how this child died, and the people standing here, who are not trying to live? Don't talk about yourself like a saint and deceive yourself." ”

Xiao Mo looked at this haggard old man, and saw that he was skinny, looking depressed and thin in front of this group of strong and reckless men, where did he look like a murderer? He had no sharp weapons on his body, nor was he soaked in blood, the boy's green silk was orderly, the roots were clearly entangled, there was no sign of struggle, and his head was clearly wiped carefully, which showed the family affection of flesh and blood. Although the kid has been dead for a long time, he has a calm look between his eyebrows and eyes, but he doesn't feel pain before he dies, Xiao Mo secretly said in his heart: "All kinds of signs show that what the old man said is true, but he has done everything in this year, but good people can't do it." The madmen of the whole world have become madmen if they are not mad with them!"

The old man was speechless, and the people waiting here were all greedy for life and afraid of death, ruthless and insensitive, who would believe that there was love in the world? Yes, in the face of evil, goodness often has no place to shame.

The old man's eyes were confused, and he explained hesitantly: "Hu...... Nonsense, how can you think that the boy was killed by the old man......? How can I do it? If you say it, old man...... Is the old man still a person?"

"People, where are we people, like grass mustard, like pigs and dogs, but not like people!" Behind the old man came a rugged man, his eyebrows were furious and fierce, and his waist was full of human heads, and there was no gap, and then he said: "The old man is right, the Jin army will never take in a dying person, but it will leave a fresh human head!"

Before he could finish speaking, the long knife had already cut off the old man's head, and blood splattered out instantly. The weak body trembled slightly, and collapsed to the ground, but bursts of cheers sounded around him, "Good job!" "Good kill!" "I can't get used to such a hypocritical person!"

The sudden killing shocked Xiao Mo. You must know that a person only needs to take a head to live, and these people have created so many unwarranted killings for the sake of the abundance of silver, is this the human heart of the Heavenly Dao? Sang Weihan invisibly taught Xiao Mo a painful lesson, he would rather not learn anything at all, but he really does not want to see such a human tragedy that destroys human nature again.

The rugged man stuffed the heads of the old man and the boy into the cloth bag, and sneered at everyone: "The old man is full of lies, even if I don't kill him, the Jin army will not treat him well." Sooner or later, it will be a death, but it is better to fulfill Lao Tzu, and it can be regarded as a well-deserved death. It's a joke that he still wants to join the army after he is over the age of six! This guy is dying of old age, and it's really not a pity to die!"

Xiao Mo took a few steps forward, the heavy sword pointed directly at the man's eyebrows, as long as he poked forward, he could take the man's life, and said angrily: "Why do you decide the life and death of others, just because you are stronger than him, do you have a knife in your hand?"

The man patted the drum and bulging cloth bag, he was already satisfied, in the face of Xiao Mo's immature intimidation, there was no fear on his face, and said with a smile: "Where did the little ghost come from, meddle here, grandpa, I will never add another head!" When he saw the swollen head on Xiao Mo's waist, he almost didn't laugh out loud, and mocked: "Come and see, everyone, the little ghost picked up a dead man's head and came here to fill the number, it's just a bad seed!"

Xiao Mo gritted his teeth with hatred, and said secretly: "These people have completely lost their minds, they are all carried away by the desire to survive, Lao Tzu is really crazy and stupid instead of reasoning!" He shook his head helplessly, picked up the heavy sword and walked straight to He Chuntang without saying anything.

The slender arms squeezed through the dense crowd, and the body was unconsciously stained with countless blood, attracting all the hateful eyes. The lingering smell of rancid smell lingered all over his body, and his eyes were full of messy hair and blood scabs, as if he was walking through a purgatory that only belonged to the world, and the faint light of the knife illuminated Xiao Mo's unruly appearance.

The crowd suddenly boiled, and they all sneered: "Little ghost, don't cut in line!" "This kid dares to come over after picking up a dead man's head, do you think it's stupid?" "Bad seeds!" "Waste!" "Little devil can't wait, take a rag to fill up the number, see how you die!"

When the crow army saw that the crowd was dispersed, it was actually a commotion, so he shouted: "Be honest with me, what's the matter, do you think it's a long life?" Suddenly seeing Xiao Mo shuttling through the crowd, his heart immediately understood, so he stopped him and scolded, "Go to the end of the line!" As soon as the words came out, he was stunned and said angrily: "Are you tired of being a kid, carrying a rotten human head, are our brothers blind?"

Everyone was overjoyed, and said in unison: "Kill him, kill him, kill him......" The shout shook the heavens and the earth, and they wanted to tear open the vault and drain away the heavenly river.