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The woman lifted her headcoat and wrapped her scarf, revealing an anxious and pale face, looking at Lian'er's panicked figure, gradually escaping into the depths of the phantom forest, and couldn't help but fall into infinite reverie.

Su subordinates roped their waists, pressed the drum and puffed up the green bags, and the woman said in her heart: "Do you have to sell your soul for these bills of exchange?" She looked at the old man beside her, the vicissitudes of life were so weak that they were already in their last years, and they could withstand today, and they were afraid that they would not be able to pass the Ming Dynasty.

She shook her head helplessly, seeing that her lower abdomen was getting bigger day by day, and the fetus in her womb seemed to be ashamed of her mother's lies, she couldn't help but secretly said: "Xianggong is trapped in prison, life and death are uncertain, but he teaches the slave family how to support the old and the young with their own strength? Not to mention spreading rumors for money, even if you sacrifice yourself in exchange for the safety of the child's life, it is good." ”

The memory was still legible, and she clearly remembered how Sang Weihan's cunning rat eyes looked at her with contempt, and the face hidden behind the golden helmet must have been lewd. He stuffed a thick wad of bills of exchange into the woman's hand and said with a wicked smile: "As long as you do what Xiaosheng says, these bills that used to be waste paper to you and are now like a mountain of gold for you will all belong to you, even if they originally belonged here." He pointed to the woman's slightly bulging lower abdomen, and continued, "The father of this child is still in our hands, and whether he lives or dies is all in your thoughts." If you want your child to never see your biological father, you can refuse me, and Xiaosheng never demands it. ”

It turned out that Sang Weihan led the army to raid the pharmacy silk village of Li Xiaohai, the richest merchant in Yuncheng, precisely because he wanted to take advantage of the prosperous rich and kill the chickens and make an example of the monkeys. And this woman is Li Xiaohai's wife, Zhou Ailan, the hostess of the Li Mansion. Just now, she regarded herself as a servant and pretended to be vulgar, just because she wanted to hide her identity, so as not to provoke bandits and set herself on fire.

Sang Weihan burned down the Li Mansion, ransacked all the property, captured Li Xiaohai alive, and detained the family members of the Zhuang family to blackmail Zhou Ailan. He took the tip of the iceberg from the looted possessions and distributed them among the people, telling them to disperse to the states to spread the message that the 50,000 Jin troops had slaughtered the city.

Zhou Ailan and the other family members went out of Yuncheng and went their separate ways, just wanting to escape from the clutches of the devil, but how did they know that 50,000 was fake and the slaughter of the city was real, thinking that Li Xiaohai fell into the hands of Sang Weihan, but where did he still live?

She supported the dying old man, and saw that he had not slept all night, and that he was already seriously ill after a long journey, and now he was dying, and he was trembling terribly.

"Father-in-law, are you okay? If you are tired, you can rest here, and don't rush to the road. Now everywhere is not ordinary, there are no people living in the city, and bandits are rampant outside the city, it is easy to die, and it is difficult to live as if it were to reach the sky. Zhou Ailan showed a sad look, her voice was crying, and she was slightly choked.

The old man's body twitched, and the bloodshot in his eyes increased sharply, and his eyes almost burst open. Two rows of white fangs were prominently exposed from the wrinkled mouth, and they roared and bit at Zhou Ailan's neck. With an exclamation, the fangs pierced into the muscles and bones, and blood instantly overflowed the hideous face.

The old man's body was still twitching, and the fangs that had not entered his neck were shaking, and only the sound of skin tearing could be heard, and the blood was sticking to the flesh, and it was separated in an instant.

Zhou Ailan was stunned and covered the wound, blood spurted out along her fingers, she gasped in pain, and blood poured down her throat.

She saw that everyone's faces were gloomy, and they actually gnawed at each other, as if they had lost their minds, like walking corpses. There were wails in the dense forest, and everyone was fighting, rolling, gnawing, and soaking red pieces of flesh and blood in the grass, which could be described as shocking and shocking.

Zhou Ailan pulled out the hairpin and stabbed it at the old man's head. I saw a string of dirty blood spurting out, and the old man fell in a pool of blood, the small hole on his forehead was like a spring, his eyes were full of stunned looks, and the whisper in his throat was faintly audible: "Why, for...... Why ......" before he finished speaking, he was already exhausted.

She squatted on the ground, trembling in both strands, clutching the deadly hairpin with the flesh of her loved ones in her hands, and it was hard to believe that she would do such a murderous act. Suddenly, everyone pounced, and the fangs in their mouths were eye-catching, all of them coming towards themselves.

She is worried about her unborn child, this is the only bloodline of the Li family, and she treats herself well, and this child must not be lost. How could she resign herself to fate and die here willingly? Zhou Ailan waved her hairpin and stabbed everyone in the forehead like crazy.

Seeing that Zhou Ailan had lost consciousness, everyone screamed again and again, and even stabbed the old man to death for no reason, and then lay on the ground and danced hairpins, "Madam, madam...... What's wrong with you, why did you suddenly go berserk?" Seeing that the shouting was ineffective, everyone wanted to step forward to stop it, but they saw that its appearance had changed, and its mouth showed its white fangs, and it looked extremely terrifying.

In a trance, as if everyone around him had changed their appearances, they gnawed at each other, blood splattered, the wind spread scarlet, and they were so cruel that they were completely uninhabited.

The strange fragrance has struck, I don't know which one can be called an illusion, which one can be called true, and everyone is unconscious, they have strayed into this strange fragrance fantasy world.

Lian'er saw that everyone behind her was fighting, as fierce and dangerous as a wild beast predatoring, only to hear the sound of screams throughout the valley, and couldn't help but recall the battle of Wushan, a line of tragedy was still in front of her, and she was frightened and frightened.

She gritted her teeth, added strength to her hands, and crawled through the grass with difficulty, when she suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, and suddenly felt in a trance.

The sharp pain in her ankle made it difficult for her to stand, and she had to walk like a crawler, so physically exerting that she was already tired and sweating. The gauze clothes were soaked and stuck to the body, even if the slender figure was embarrassed.

A splash of color slides down the smooth skin, dripping under the body, moisturizing the dark frozen soil. The temperature on all sides dropped sharply, Lian'er felt that her hairs stood on end, and the cold invaded her bones, and she said in her heart: "What's the matter, how can it be warm and cold in early spring, but it won't be so biting?"

She raised her arm to wipe away the cold sweat on her forehead, but saw several blood marks on her arm, and bruises on the palms of her hands, which were viscous in blood.

"This is not my blood, just an extradermal wound, where did so much blood come from?" Lian'er looked around, and saw that the weeds around her body were lengthy, deep enough to cover the body, faintly transformed into water, and suddenly turned red, like a sea of scarlet blood, and Lian'er floated in the middle.

The wind gusted, the blood waves were monstrous, and the vast dense forest seemed to suddenly become a sea. The rolling scarlet poured straight into the entrance, Lian'er struggled in the sea of blood, countless stumps and broken bodies passed by, and thousands of human faces rose and fell, suddenly feeling cold blood and water.

The sea is boundless, intersecting with the gloomy sky to form a line, and I don't know how many unjust souls are alive in vain, so that they can collect the sea with blood, and they are like this.

Her legs spasmed, her mouth turned into ice, and Lian'er shouted: "Great monk, hurry up and save Lian'er, it's so cold here, it's so cold......"

In the distance, the undercurrent was turbulent, trickling into a vortex, and a huge figure slowly floated out of a pool of blood.