Ghost King and Concubine

Chapter 154 The Death of the Saint [3]

Feng Limo's boss was upset, his bull's eyes were wide open, and he was about to kill the servant with his eyes, and the other party shrank his neck in fright.

Duan Jiaai turned her head and stared, "You wait here first, even if there is any situation in the middle, I can handle it myself." Besides, this is the palace, even if the murderer wants to kill her, he must be careful not to reveal his identity. easy.

When she was outside the palace, she was actually the best chance to kill. If she missed the chance, Empress Namu's black hands could only resort to tricks.

The palace man quickly took her to the place where the saint was. Surprisingly, it turned out to be a beautiful and tall white snow tower with a gold star pendant on the end, which was very beautiful.

She was slightly surprised, thinking that the saint would be imprisoned in a small black room, but she did not expect to be in her own high hall.

The servant came to the gate of the pagoda, where there were two heavy soldiers guarding it, and it could be judged from his breath that both of them were masters.

And it's one of the best.

The servant took out a sign that said "Ling", and the two let Duan Jiaai in. She asked in confusion, "Why don't you go in?"

The servant waved his hand, "I... still won't go in, you go in and out quickly."

That demeanor seemed to dislike something, but also seemed to be afraid of something. Although Duan Jiaai was a little puzzled, she went in without thinking too much.

The inside of the tower was like a dark curtain, with only a little dim light. Duan Jiaai walked three meters away, and suddenly smelled a strong stench.

Shocked, she walked in quickly.

"A lowly woman is not as good as a pig or a dog, a sinner in our country, a damn dirty thing..." Accompanied by the sound of insults, there was the sound of cracking whips, and there was a small crying sound, which was depressing, woo The humming sound, on the contrary, is the most shocking.

Duan Jiaai's expression froze, one can imagine the scene inside.

She walked in with a cold face, the candle was bright, a woman with festered limbs was lying numbly, and the one who whipped her was a tall, burly, fat woman.

She was ruthless and merciless.

"Okay, that's enough, it's time to look for today's portion." A lazy voice sounded, followed by a dark green figure in front of Jia Ai, who looked about forty years old , heavy and beautiful, with downcast eyes staring at the woman on the ground with disdain.

"I said sister, my sister told you earlier that this holy woman is not a good job, and she wants you to take good care of your body. I didn't expect, I didn't expect, sister, you actually took my sister's words as a deaf ear, and the man Gou... together, look, this is not a crime."

The woman raised her hand, and the pearls and jade between her fingers shone against the candlelight. The light seemed to be mocking the "saint" on the ground.

After receiving the signal, the burly woman took a plate and a knife from the table and squatted beside the saint, "Holy lady, there is no complete skin on the saint's body to cut."

Hearing this, the woman called the saint suddenly became angry and kicked the saint severely. The saint had already passed out and didn't even respond.

After the holy lady spit on the holy girl's body, she said something unlucky, and made a signal. The burly woman dragged the holy girl's body for twenty steps, and suddenly kicked the person hard. Kick.

It was the sound of falling water.

Accompanied by this action, a stench was evoked, which made people feel nauseous from the bottom of their hearts. When Jiaai was still wondering what it was, he heard some sounds.

(End of this chapter)