Yu Jun

Cheng Ting was panting heavily, and the wooden puppet in the room stared at him, waiting for his every word. For the first time, he knew that time can be so torturous, and that hiding secrets in one's heart can be so torturous.

"do not know……"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Yiren swung a short stick from behind the door and without saying a word, hit Cheng Ting's right leg.

Cheng Ting felt that his whole body had been smashed to pieces. The pain was so rampant that he couldn't even scream. His mind was white, he didn't know whether it was cold or hot, it was just painful.

When he was at home, he was worried about Xu Huiran, and the pain was far less clear than it was now. At this moment, life was worse than death.

Huang Yiren laughed: "Now I have time to smash your bones inch by inch. If you tell me earlier, you will be freed earlier. Where is the secret of the Mo family?"

Cheng Ting gave him a sweaty sneer.

Huang Yiren didn't hesitate and smashed his right arm directly.

After Cheng Ting screamed, his eyes were straight and his soul was fragile. The words were stuck behind his lips and he might say them at any time.

"I said," he replied twitchingly, his voice getting lower and lower, "I said... something..."

His voice faded, and Huang Yiren squatted down to listen. Cheng Ting smiled, suddenly raised his head, and spat a mouthful of bloody spit into his face with a "poof" sound.

"The thing is in your mother's coffin! Go dig it out! Hahahaha..."

Huang Yiren grabbed his wrist, pressed down, and broke his wrist with a "click" sound.

pain.

Any weak movement will aggravate the pain. Cheng Ting dug his fingers on the ground and broke one of his nails. He didn't even notice it. He was still yelling: "Shameless, worrying about other people's things!"

Huang Yiren smiled.

This kind of piecemeal torture has not yet reached its peak. People's will is always strong and weak. He believes that Cheng Ting is not someone who can resist until death.

He squatted, waiting for Cheng Ting's heartbreaking pain to pass.

At this moment, the sky outside suddenly lit up, and countless lights seemed to be lit. Everything in the courtyard took shape, and the black shadows on the ground became darker. Even Cheng Ting's eyebrows and pain could be seen more clearly.

Huang Yiren got up alertly, walked to the door, and looked out. He saw heavy fire on the street. People in the whole street were alarmed, and shouts came intermittently.

The torches surged up the narrow streets one after another, and within a moment, this dirty and filthy place would be clearly illuminated.

When the people outside moved, there was not only the light of fire, but also the sound of knives being slapped on their waists, and their footsteps clanking in the mud. They were wearing official boots, so the person coming was probably a government servant.

His heart skipped a beat, thinking that it was impossible for the Cheng family and the Qiang man in such a mess to find him so quickly. Someone else must have taken action.

He tiptoed back into the house, squatted down, and covered Cheng Ting's lips.

The opportunity has been lost and we need to leave as soon as possible.

It's a pity that he couldn't ask more specifically. The gardens of wealthy people are often huge, and he didn't have time to dig three feet into the ground.

If he had known about Cheng San, this matter would have been taken care of long ago.

He thought for a moment, took out the sharp knife, and hung it above Cheng Ting's chest.

He saw Cheng Ting's round eyes staring straight at him, intending to die in silence and seek revenge.

There was a bit of sharp cold light falling on the sharp knife, and it fell straight down, piercing clothes, penetrating skin and flesh, cutting off blood vessels, splitting bones, and inserted into the left side of the chest, leaning an inch to the right.This inch is a life-saving inch. It may not save Cheng Ting, but it will definitely save him.

Pulling out the sharp knife, there was a flash of fire outside the door. The government officials searched the houses from door to door. After knocking on the door three times, Huang Yiren immediately let go of Cheng Ting and ran away. He rushed through many obstacles in the house, reached the window, and pushed open the door. The window rolled out.

He climbed up a protruding log and didn't rush to the roof. Instead, he looked up. When he saw someone on the roof, he quickly jumped down and stepped into the ankle-deep sewage. He pressed against the wall and moved forward bit by bit. .

There were people's voices everywhere, the mud turned up in the gutter smelled awful, the stagnant water was bitingly cold, a thin layer of ice shattered around his feet, clothes rubbed against the wall, and the sound fell into Huang Yiren's ears, an earth-shattering sound. ring.

He gritted his teeth and moved forward until he reached the end of the house. Unable to escape the siege for a while, he covered his waist and abdomen and waited quietly in the gutter.

He cautiously stuck his head out and looked out, and saw a group of people gathered around the street, with about a dozen torches gathered, and the government officials were patrolling around like wolves and dogs.

An official sedan, four yellow-flowered horses, two men with faces similar to Cheng Ting's, anxious and confused, standing side by side, hating that the street was so narrow that even if one more person entered, they wouldn't be able to reach their shoulders.

"Really here? Really the smell?"

"Listen to Wu Jin."

There was another man in brocade clothes, whom Huang Yiren had seen before when he was serving the king of Wei. His surname was Yue, and he was probably a relative of the Cheng family.

The Qiang man with a nose sharper than a dog stood next to the man named Yue with an expressionless face, and Wu Jin stood in the middle.

Wu Jin has a slender waist and broad shoulders, and the heavy crane cloak on his body is straight and neat. His body is bright and dark, with sharp edges and corners. He is motionless and concludes that Cheng Ting is among them.

Sure enough, exclamations soon came from inside, and the words "Cheng Sanye" made people shout out like a roaring tsunami. The eldest and second brothers of the Cheng family jumped in like artillery fire, and then got stuck side by side and fell. All kinds of meat and vegetables were rolled and crawled inside.

The streets that had been solemn just now were in an uproar, and shouts could not be heard. Huang Yiren took this opportunity and ran out of his hiding place like the wind, taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

But as soon as he took action, Zell looked over like a wolf, then jumped up and rushed straight in front of him, lifting his foot and kicking him.

Huang Yiren turned around to dodge, but he was injured on his waist and did not dodge in a hurry. He was kicked by Zell and fell about ten steps.

Before the government officials could react, Zell had already pounced on him again.

Once again shouts came from the street: "Still alive!"

"Seriously injured, call a doctor quickly!"

When Zell heard this, he was immediately distracted. He stepped back to see the stab wound, but suddenly came back to his senses. When he moved forward again, Huang Yiren had disappeared.

There were people everywhere, people watching, shouting followers, and government officials who were busy but didn't know what they were doing. They were rustling in places where the torches couldn't light up, turning into black shadows to cover up Huang Yiren's whereabouts.

The smell on the tip of his nose was complex, with stench and bloody smell mixed together, making it difficult for him to distinguish.

He cursed "cunning" and turned to look at Cheng Ting.

Huang Yiren, who was crowded in the crowd, looked back at the end.

If Wu Jin felt something, he suddenly looked back, his gaze shot towards him like an arrow. He immediately lowered his head, knowing in his heart that Wu Jin had seen through him - he was injured, and there was a smell of blood wherever he went, so he could only go to the stinky place. Hide in a cluttered place. This street just now is the best choice.

Avoiding Wu Jin, he ran two blocks away, climbed through the window and entered the house, stole clothes and water, slept on the beam for an hour, and then went straight to the outside of Mo's house.

After this incident, the Cheng family was heavily guarded. He could go to find out the news about King Wei first.