Breaking the Day

Zhan Qisheng looked at the stone chamber with disgust. The stench inside was filthy and dirty. Although he didn't have serious cleanliness, he was the fourth son of the warrior family. How did he ever get to such a place?

However, Zhan Qisheng remembered that Li Chengfeng, who had caused him a big loss several times in a row, the hatred in his heart steamed up, making him forget the strong stench for a while.

When Zhan Qisheng stepped into the stone room, his thick-soled deerskin boots stepped on the ground and made a sticky chirping sound, which was very oozing. He came to Uncle Kun’s and wanted to reach out to lift his chin. But he took out a towel from his clothes and wrapped it in his hand, and then raised Uncle Kun's chin. He tried to make himself happy and said softly, "Old man, what is your name?"

Uncle Kun opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were muddy and there was almost no expression. He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse as thick iron sharpened on sandpaper, and there was no loudness at all: "The old slave's name is Li, his name is Kun , Called Li Kun."

Zhan Qisheng smiled slightly and said, "No, your name is Shen and Kun, and your name is Shen Kun."

Uncle Kun seemed to have not heard him, he said: "Old slave, last name Li, name Kun, name Li Kun."

Zhan Qisheng frowned slightly, and he said again: "You may be a descendant of the Shen family in Shanyuan County. The Shen family was involved in the silver case and broke down. You followed your family in exile to Qingzhou. After meeting the Li family, you were bought into the mansion. Servant, isn't it?"

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Uncle Kun still repeated: "Old slave, last name Li, name Kun, name Li Kun."

After Zhan Qisheng was furious, he was not a patient person. At this time, he pulled Uncle Kun’s chin up hard, and he said angrily: "I'll say it one last time! Your surname is Shen! Not Li! And, your Shen family There are still descendants who are still alive, don't you want to see you before?"

Uncle Kun reluctantly raised his eyes, his dim eyes looked like a vicissitudes of life in the dim stone candlelight: "Old slave...There are only relatives like the Li family in this world, and there are no more relatives!"

Zhan Qi defeated the fury, and raised his hand to fight, but Uncle Kun raised his head slightly, his expression seemed to be that a humble life in the dust was using stubbornness and stubbornness to fight against the aloof creatures.

Sun Boyi sighed: "Junior Brother Zhan, it's useless, this old guy has very hard bones, and the methods that can be used have already been used. If you use it again, people will die."

Zhan Qisheng stared at Uncle Kun, he nodded slightly, and said, "I respect you for being loyal to the master, and you are a loyal servant! But I tell you..." Then, he took out a small porcelain jar from his arms. , He opened the small porcelain jar and said: "We are the Zhanjia! There is no one who can't win the Zhanjia, and there is no way to open your mouth!"

Uncle Kun obliquely looked at Qi Sheng, and still said nothing.

Zhan Qisheng placed this small porcelain jar in front of Uncle Kun’s eyes, and let him watch. In this small porcelain jar was crawling a small green centipede-like insect, but it didn’t have so many feet, one body after another. There were only four extremely slender legs in total, and he said, "Do you know him?"

Uncle Kun shook his head, there was still no light in his eyes.

Zhan Qisheng said: "This is called a soul eater!" He stretched out a finger, clicked on the top of Uncle Kun's head, and said: "After a while, it will make a hole in you, and then get into yours. Go inside your brain, slowly and slowly secrete venom, erode your brain, and corrode your soul! It won’t take long for you to become a zombie. If I ask you to do anything, you will do it. What, what I ask you to say, what you will say!"

Uncle Kun lowered his eyes slightly, his lips trembled slightly, as if he was afraid.

Zhan Qisheng licked his lips with excitement: "At that time, the soul in your body will disappear, and you will never be born again! Always become my puppet! Do you want to be like this?"

Uncle Kun after a while, he raised his eyes and slowly said, "Have you ever had a child?"

Zhan Qisheng said angrily: "Do you have it?"

Uncle Kun smiled, his voice hoarse, and slowly said, "Yes, the old slave has no children. But... Young Master Chengfeng was brought up by the old slave hand-in-hand, and he is the old slave's child!"

After fighting Qi Sheng's anger, he poured the small porcelain jar in his hand on Uncle Kun's head, the green soul eater fell on his head, and soon the soul eater bite towards Uncle Kun's scalp. .

Uncle Kun couldn't help but let out a low scream, his breathing became short, his eyes gradually glowed, and his speech speed began to accelerate, muttering to himself: "The old slave still remembers the young master of the wind At that time, he was different from ordinary people. He didn't like riding horses and playing games like ordinary children. He would always climb to the eaves, and then... pee outside..."

Uncle Kun laughed, his face began to show a trace of distortion, the soul eater on top of his head bit a hole in the top of his head, and then desperately drilled into it, he had already penetrated half of his body.

Uncle Kun continued: "Master, Young Master Chengfeng was very sensible when he was young, and he was a big man, but once he urinated his pants, and the next day he got up and hid the wet mattress on the old slave’s bed. Said it was the bed where the old slave peeed...hehe, this young master is really naughty."

Uncle Kun murmured, as if he wanted to say all the most precious things in his memory, because he knew that soon these things would no longer belong to him.

"When Master Chengfeng celebrated his six-year-old birthday, his family was celebrating his birthday, but he secretly made a crutches for the old slave. The old slave used this crutches for thirteen years, thirteen years! How fast it goes!"

"When Master Chengfeng was ten years old, when he first arrived in Cheng'an, the old slave was bullied by the Haisha Gang, so he took Xiaobao to the Haisha Gang and took care of those people. When he returned, Master All of his arms were broken. That... it was all because the old slave was useless."

Uncle Kun said, the tears in his eyes fell, but a terrible white color began to appear in his eyes. The soul eater on his head had all penetrated, and his whole body began to tremble violently, and his throat was also trembling. Make a **** ho **** sound.

Zhan Qisheng said grimly: "Say it, then say it, don't say it, there will be no chance to say it again in the future!"

Uncle Kun struggled to raise his head. His eyes were already out of focus, but he still stared at the front, as if looking for a victory: "You, you, what's your name?"

Zhan Qi Sheng grinned and said: "Zhan Jia, fight together! Remember, this name will be your master in the future! You will personally betray your beloved master before, and you will personally kill your childhood Li Take the wind!"

Uncle Kun struggled, the muscles on his face kept twitching, he barely stretched out a terrible smile, intermittently, and said with great difficulty: "War, war... Lord Zhan, you, you, you, you say you fight, Zhan Zhanjia There is no enemy that can't be defeated. Old, old and old slaves too, I will tell you, I, I, and Li, and the Li family have no servants of the seller!"

"you wanna die!!!"

Zhan Qisheng's fury was at its extreme, he slapped him on the top of Uncle Kun's head. At this moment, Uncle Kun's face showed a calm and relieved smile.

Sun Boyi was shocked and quickly reached out to stop Zhan Qisheng: "Junior Brother Zhan, calm down, he deliberately urged you to kill him!"

Zhan Qisheng calmed down a bit at this time. He stared at Uncle Kun who was trembling violently, gritted his teeth and said with a grinning grin: "I want to see how long you can last!"

Sun Boyi asked hesitantly: "How long can he last?"

Zhan Qisheng snorted: "The strongest-willed soldier of our Zhan Family can only hold on for ten days! This old man, he can hold on for three days, he is a living god!"

Sun Boyi stared at Uncle Kun with a strange light in his eyes: "In other words, three days later, I will have evidence to prove to the uncles that my brother was killed by the Li family!!"