Yu Jun

Xu Huiran's screams all fell into Huang Yiren's hands.

She was sweating profusely, stretched her neck forward, her eyes almost popped out, her hands and feet twitched due to severe pain, but she tried her best to shrink back and arch her back, trying to protect her abdomen.

Huang Yiren's voice was cold: "Say!"

"In my house!" Cheng Ting suddenly fell to his knees, "over there... there!"

Huang Yiren smiled with satisfaction: "Where?"

"In the garden!"

"Where is the garden?"

"Let her go, I tell you! I'll take you there!"

Seeing that Cheng Ting was about to collapse, Huang Yiren was so mad that he would die together if he didn't let go, so he took Xu Huiran and got off the bed, walked to Cheng Ting, raised his hand and slashed Xu Hui's neck, Xu Huiran fell limply to the ground.

"Hui Ran!" Cheng Ting reached out to help him, but Huang Yiren grabbed him by the back of his clothes, dragged him up, and put a knife on his back: "Say!"

The next moment, Cheng Ting suddenly leaned over and blew out the candles in the room.

The room fell into darkness. In the blink of an eye, Cheng Ting picked up the black table and raised his hand to hit Huang Yiren's head.

Huang Yiren turned his head to avoid the blow, and the sharp knife in his hand was separated from Cheng Ting. Xiao Ji flew past his ear with a strong wind, and hit the window with a loud noise. The entire ivory pane was shattered, and the darkness The harsh sound of the middle board breaking quickly alerted the servants outside.

"Third Master!"

Huang Yiren gritted his teeth and cursed, and at a glance he caught Cheng Ting's mountain-like black shadow and Xu Huiran on the ground. However, before he could move, Cheng Ting had already used all his strength and bumped into them.

The two people fell to the ground like a mountain, accompanied by Huang Yiren's muffled groan.

With a force of brute force, Cheng Ting overwhelmed Huang Yiren and was knocked to the ground in an instant.

Amidst the screams of the servants, Huang Yiren picked up a chair leg and smashed it down while gasping for breath.

A dull sound of a hard object breaking, accompanied by Cheng Ting's screams, filled the Cheng family. Cheng Ting sat up straight with his upper body, his face twisted and hideous due to pain, one leg was bent up, and the other leg fell to the ground, unable to move.

The servants came in with sticks and shouts. Huang Yiren grabbed Cheng Ting's bun, dragged him and slammed him against the wall. When Cheng Ting's eyes were filled with stars and he was dizzy, he picked him up like a bag and swept him away. People who broke in climbed over the wall and fled.

Cheng Ting was in a daze, feeling severe pain in one of his legs due to the concussion. The skin on his forehead was broken, and blood dripped down to cover his eyes. He forcibly tore open the eyelashes that were stuck together, and saw black shadows all over the ground and high walls. , dead trees, hay, and a wild dog chasing a wild cat, all leaving dark shadows in the unclear night.

The voice behind him was very close at first, but within a moment, it was out of reach. He tried to shout, but his head was down, his waist and abdomen were folded on Huang Yiren's shoulders, his legs were tightly imprisoned, breathing was very difficult, and he was also groggy, and his voice The harder it is to send out, any struggle will be in vain.

With a bump, the bluestone floor that came into view turned into mud. It was muddy and rugged. The houses along the road were low and simple. The black shadows on the ground turned into bare trees. A group of jackdaws stood on the ground as if they were made of copper and iron. On the branches, the shadows falling on the ground seemed like peeping eyes, waiting for a rotting corpse.

Huang Yiren stopped suddenly, looked around alertly, carried Cheng Ting, got under the eaves piled with dried horse dung, and put Cheng Ting down.

As soon as Cheng Ting's feet touched the ground, he immediately burst out in heartbreaking pain. His mouth and nose were covered by Huang Yiren, and his screams of pain stopped in his mouth. His back was pressed against Huang Yiren's chest, and only two eyeballs could still move.

A few jackdaws were alarmed, spread their wings, and flew out with a "flapping" sound. Their feathers glowed with the dark green luster of pig iron in the night.Cheng Ting watched Zell appear on the side of the road.

He wanted to struggle, but Huang Yiren was tightly held in his hands. The stimulation of the broken leg made him sweat profusely, and his breathing began to become difficult. His face turned purple and his chest almost exploded.

Zell looked up at the fluttering jackdaws, his eyes swept inch by inch from the darkness, and his nose sniffed the cold smell in the air, trying to find a familiar smell - when he came out of Cheng's house and was about to reach Mo's house, The more I thought about it, the more I realized something was wrong. When I turned around hurriedly, the Cheng family was already in chaos.

The smell of alcohol and the smoky smell of mutton hindered him. He took off his outer robe, put it on a nearby tree branch, and smelled it carefully.

The faint smell of blood that had led him to this point was gone, and there was no other smell either.

strangeness.

The jackdaw has fallen back, making two "quacking" sounds. After the cries dispersed, there was deathly silence again.

He frowned tightly, took off his outer robe, and lowered his head to identify the mud marks on the ground. There were frozen dead grass everywhere, and it was impossible to identify them. He could only continue to look for suspicious places.

After walking out for a moment, a hoarse cry of jackdaws suddenly came from where he was just now. He turned around and saw several jackdaws flying around in the sky. He cursed secretly "cunning Han people" and said anxiously. He hurriedly jumped back, but when he arrived, he only saw an empty place with a few balls of horse dung rolling to the ground.

Huang Yiren was so tired carrying Cheng Ting that he was exhausted. The wound on his waist was oozing blood. The blood wet his clothes. Although it did not drip to the ground, there was still the smell of blood.

He didn't panic and dug into the smelly place along the way. He already knew that the thing must be at Cheng's house - what Cheng Ting said in desperation must be the truth.

Just a little!
He is not afraid of being chased, and pain cannot break him. He is able to take charge of Wude Division, and not only knows how to torture others, but he can also accept it himself.

For young people like Cheng Ting, the biggest pain in life is not being able to drink ice in winter. In his hands, countless people have died. As long as he has time, he can crack open their brains and squeeze out everything they know.

Deliberately leaving messy footprints, he turned back into the city, found the stinky place, and carried Cheng Ting to get in. The streets were narrow, only enough for one person to walk forward. Apart from the houses on both sides, there were countless debris piled up, and it was dark everywhere. People light oil lamps.

Although it is dark, it is not quiet. The sounds of babies crying, children wailing, and men and women beating and scolding fill the streets. I don’t know when it will quiet down.

He found an uninhabited courtyard and pushed open the door. What he saw was a mess. Shelves and wooden piles were scattered all over the floor. Curtains and clothes were dried on bamboo poles in all kinds. They were already frozen to the bone. Firewood was piled in the corner and no one was clearing it. He's a puppet, he can't look after the house, he can only get in the way.

This is the residence of the miscellaneous opera people. I don’t know which courtyard I am begging for food at this time. I will not come back until I am ugly.

He walked across the yard, kicked open the door, and threw Cheng Ting to the ground.

The room was dark, with only the faint light from the sky outlining the interior. The smell was even more pungent, with the smell of feces mixed in. It seemed like the toilet had been placed directly in the room.

Cheng Ting was lying on the cold ground, curled up, feeling the pain in his left leg more and more. In comparison, Cheng Taishan's slap could only be regarded as a touch.

He looked up at Huang Yiren. This man looked down at him. He was probably eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and hawk-like eyes. His clothes were ill-fitting and his muscles were tight.

Huang Yiren raised his leg and stepped on Cheng Ting's broken leg. Cheng Ting said "ah", his face turned pale and tears flowed down his face.

"Where's the garden?"