Way of Choices

There are twelve very large grain depots in the southwest of Wenshui City. It is said that the supply of six counties in the Da Zhou Dynasty can be guaranteed for one year. If Wenshui City is surrounded, these grains are enough for the military and civilians in the city to support them for hundreds of years. You can imagine these How much food is in the grain store.

The most important thing for grain depots is of course fire prevention, so these grain depots are all located not far from Wenshui.

Despite the strong winter weather, standing in the grain depot seemed to hear the sound of running water in the distance.

In fact, it is not the sound of running water, but the sound of bleeding.

In the deepest grain storehouse, there is no grain, it is extremely spacious and it may even be said that the magnificent storehouse is empty, and there are only dozens of people.

Seven people were stripped of their clothes and hung on the grain-carrying ropes, and blood kept flowing down from them and smashed to the ground.

They have been subjected to countless kinds of torture, and they are very miserable. Even the slaughtered young pigs are much happier than they are.

The executioners are very young, some are even teenagers, their expressions are very focused, there is no slight distraction from the picture in front of them, there is no sympathy or pity on the face, only occasionally some shyness appears Look.

These young people are all members of the Tangjia Criminal Hall, and they have the same teacher, the thin old man sitting in the chair at this time.

That is the thin old man who appeared in the old mansion not long ago.

The seven prisoners were put down. There was no good skin on their bodies. The blood did not know how much they shed, but they were still alive.

The problem is that at this time they wish they had never lived.

"Draw a bet and send you on the road."

The skinny old man finally spoke, and his voice was as peaceful as his expression, especially ordinary.

But to the seven **** prisoners on the ground, the old man's voice was like the howling of a demon from the deep, and it was like the flowers of the kingdom of God above the sea of ​​stars.

Almost dying, they crawled desperately, scrambling forward, and brought a few blood marks on the floor of the grain depot, crawled in front of the old man, and found the pen and paper with some blurred eyes, using the fastest Speed ​​drawing, and then crying and crying grandpa Wei quickly kill me...

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A black smoke rose from the manor, followed by a looming fire, and then came a curse.

Tonglu's favorite Tonglu was ignited by his son-in-law, who was burnt to a scorched earth.

The manor is behind the willow trees on the banks of Wenshui, but Tonglu’s location is relatively far away, so this fire will not affect the life in the river.

Snow fell on the water and disappeared instantly, and the fish slowly swimed in the grass under the water.

This is the most noble place in the south of the city, where the Tang family room and the second room live across the river.

It is far away from Dao Dian and Long Street, there is no inn and no restaurant.

Then there will naturally be no pedestrians and no excitement.

Even the servant servants in the long room who were looking at the liveliness were arrested by Mrs. Tang.

At the next moment, the deserted Wenshui suddenly became lively.

Seven merchants, six bureaucrats, three fortune tellers, two old people selling hemp sugar, and a little girl buying fat powder suddenly appeared.

Everyone knows that these people are not ordinary people.

Yakushi can control vendors, fortune tellers can talk to the old man who sells sesame sugar, but there is no fat powder in the vendors, who will the little girl buy from?

They happen to be five different people.

Five kinds of people Tang 36 asked the old man.

No one knows that the most terrible thing about the Tang family is not the private soldiers, nor the half-step sacred old offering in the ancestral hall at this time, nor even the criminal hall.

But these people are unknown.

Mrs. Tang was furious when he heard the request of Tang 36. It was his natural reaction when he discovered that the Tang family’s real secrets and tricks were known by others.

Although that other person was his grandson, he still made him a little unacceptable.

From this we can imagine the importance of these people to the Tang family.

From the moment Chen Changsheng entered the Wenshui City Taoist Hall, these five kinds of people, such as merchants and government officials, have been on the other side.

They are going to stare at these strong men in the state religion, ready to shoot at any time, and at the same time staring at the mass of water grass deep in the river.

As the Tang Tanglao said to Tang Thirty-six, the monster called Chu Su seems to have a mysterious whereabouts, but in fact has always been in the control of Tang's old house.

Today, the vendors, servants, and fortune tellers, all they have to do is to force Chu Su out according to Tang Thirty-Six's request, and then seize or kill them.

Although the Changsheng Sect has withered, it is like a high mountain at the end of the year. If you look underground, it is an abyss that is difficult to see.

Except Susu is the most terrible product of this abyss. Can these ordinary merchants' bureaucracy beat him?

Seven vendors unloaded the boxes, took baubles such as rattles, took out sugar-transforming needles, and dragonflies made of bamboo, and began to assemble.

Their expressions are calm and even seem a little wooden, but their movements are very skilled, concise and fast.

In a short time, those sugar-transforming needles, rattles and bamboo dragonflies were grouped together.

It was a sand table shrunk hundreds of times. The buildings and corridors above were very realistic, like the scene carved by walnuts by the most brilliant craftsman.

The merchants' hands were placed on the edge of the sand table, and seven breaths with different meanings and natural coincidences poured into it.

The two fortune tellers came over, staring at the shrinking houses and corridors, and the long streamers in their hands fluttered in the snow.

I don't know how long it has passed, the wind and snow are still there, but the streamer is still, maybe it is because of a quiet mind, or because the result has been calculated.

A blood spot slowly appeared somewhere in the sand table building.

That is the position of Chu Su at the moment.

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Except Su in a remote corner of the manor.

This is the garden. He is in the deepest part of the rockery. Even in winter, there is still some moisture in the cave.

This made him feel very comfortable.

He knew that Chen Changsheng had gone to the Tang's old house today, and he even knew that the disciple of Lishan Jianzong remained in the Taoist Temple. If he changed before, he would quietly sneak into the Taoist Temple and kill the disciple of Lishan Jianzong, but he did not do so, because he always felt that this was the bureau set by the state religion.

He squatted in the hole deep in the rockery, surrounded by moss-covered stones, as if to blend together.

Looking at the black smoke not far away and the heat coming, his eyes showed an irritable and cold expression.

Except Su, I don’t know what happened in the Tang family’s old house, but he knew that there was something wrong with the second room of the Tang family, but he was not worried. Even if Chen Changsheng really convinced Mrs. Tang, he didn’t believe that someone could catch himself, regardless of speed. It was still the technique of evacuation of the earth that gave him great confidence. If he was really found by the strong, he would leave.

At this time, he suddenly felt a change in the wind and snow in the sky.

It's not that the speed or shape of the wind and snow has changed, but the atmosphere of the world hidden inside changes, revealing the killing.

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