Chapter 1014 Kill Kill Kill
Chapter 1014 Kill Kill Kill (asking for monthly ticket)
A little sunlight shone through the window, but was blocked by the rusty iron bars and shone on the ground in a grid pattern.
black.
very dark.
In mid-June, the fire of Bing will be in the sky on the second day, and the weather will gradually become hot.
The cave had never been cleaned, and the flesh and blood that had been stored there for a whole winter began to rot and stink.
This stench mixed with the sour smell fermented from various body fluids constantly hits the tip of the nose, making people dizzy and almost nauseous.
"Ha~ha~"
With his hair stuck together in clumps, the ragged herder Tsering was dragged with heavy chains as he was pushed into the prison. He stumbled and fell into the hay, almost suffocating.
His mind was in a daze, and he was unconsciously swaying from side to side in fear, his vision passing through the folded hay.
There are people in the prison.
He huddled against the wall, hugging his knees, as if only half of his foot was left.
Get past this person.
A black human figure was nailed to the stone wall, half in the sun and half in the shadow. The upper body was intact, but the chest and abdomen were empty.
watch carefully.
The human figure's body was covered with thin and shriveled muscle lines, and the entire skin was gone, as if it was bacon that had been hanging to dry for a long time. Hanging on the clothesline behind the human figure were black strips.
Tsering didn't know what that strip of object was.
Intestines?
"One, two, three, four... five people, is that enough?"
A dull sound came from behind.
"That's enough. We are not the only ones working in the West Courtyard. We will split the stuff in half. We only need five heads, five sets of intestines and three buckets of blood. We don't need to come from the West Courtyard to skin them. We have prepared them in advance. We can start later to prevent the intestines from stink."
"I mean three buckets of blood. It's hard to collect them. If something goes wrong, they won't be full. Should we bring another person to avoid being in a rush..."
Tsering pushed the hay aside with his head and tried to move down.
There stood two "bears" in the dark shadows.
The “bear” was huge and large, so big that Tsering’s hair stood on end. He tried his best to dilate his pupils to capture more light, and then he found that they were two people covered in thick felt.
The surface of the felt was sticky, like a kitchen that had not been cleaned for ten years. There was a thick layer of black grease on the edge of the iron pot, or like half-melted asphalt, covered with broken hair and even blood-sucking fleas stuck on it, unable to move.
"How could this be?"
Tsering kept bowing his head until his neck felt sore, so he adjusted his position again.
He didn't understand.
The neighboring herdsman Solang Deji somehow managed to invite two monks from the Lotus Sect. The next day, he pointed to the blood scar on his cheek and said that he had received instructions from the monks to take himself and his three sons to Yuequan Temple to celebrate the auspicious day for the master.
The villagers gathered together in a noisy crowd. The eldest son tried to resist, but someone broke his legs and he lay on the ground.
He also sent serfs to the temple, performed sacrifices piously, and took blood sausage out of their stomachs.
How could it become me in the blink of an eye?
I am a middle-class person, not an inferior person who is just a piece of straw rope.
"what!"
The hair was grabbed.
The "bear" came, and its tall body blocked the remaining light.
Tsering felt his mouth being pinched open, and a hard, cold iron rod was poked in, hitting his front teeth in the middle, almost knocking them out. The half-loose, half-broken tooth roots hurt so much that tears came to his eyes, and two marks were left on his face covered in black ash.
"Strange, whose serf has such good teeth."
The thick fingers stirred in the mouth.
Tsering was trembling all over and wanted to say that he was not a serf, but he bit the iron rod and spoke incoherently, saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth and onto the ground, leaving his mouth full of the taste of rust.
"Cut off his tongue. There are still three days left. This will prevent him from screaming in there."
"Alright."
The other "bear" agreed.
It was only five days before the Guru’s special day, and what was needed was wet intestines, hot blood, and those who were pressed into the dungeon could not die.
The serfs seemed to vaguely say that they were herdsmen.
Forget it.
I'm too lazy to care, it's too troublesome.
Who cares?
Serfs and herdsmen all have bloody intestines.
Just as the two "bears" were sharpening their knives, they were about to pull out Tsering's tongue and cut it off.
"Yangjin Lhamo, get out here!"
Thunder exploded in the sky and the earth shook!
The "bear" who cut off the tongue stopped and there was a buzzing in his ears. They didn't understand what the other party said, but they heard the first half of the sentence.
Yangjin Lhamo.
The name of the master.
"Who dares to cause trouble in Yuequan Temple?"
The two "bears" quickly let go of Tsering, stepped onto the stone steps and continued to climb up. At the same time, they took off their thick felt coats and threw them on the ground, revealing the yellow robe monks' clothes underneath.
The "bear" became a "man".
The ground shook slightly.
It seemed as if countless people walked out of the room. The argument outside the cave became more and more intense and louder. Faintly, a few words of Snow Mountain dialect could be heard coming out of the master's mouth, mixed with half-baked Dashun Mandarin.
"Donor, the actions of Yuequanshui were definitely not done by our Yuequan Temple!"
Moon spring water, hands and feet?
Could it be that something went wrong with the Moon Spring Water from the previous two days? Did a big landlord come knocking on the door?
The two of them thought.
The identities of many great nobles cannot be underestimated. Even Yuequan Temple has to rely on them and it is not easy to offend them.
It's really bad luck. Something must have gone wrong with the monk who diluted the Moon Spring Water, leading to today's disaster.
"Okay! Yuequan Temple sent people to Hantai to spy and monitor. What's their intention?"
Investigate and monitor?
The words became increasingly intense.
The two men felt that things were becoming increasingly complicated, their hearts were heavy, they wrapped their monk robes tightly, quickened their pace, and reached out to push the iron gate.
"No point in talking any more, come and die!"
boom!
There was a loud noise in my ears.
Thunder of heaven and earth!
hum~
The dark cave seemed as if the roof had been opened for no reason, and the scorching sunlight shone down unhindered.
All fleas seek shade and avoid sunlight.
In the deepest part, the herdsman Tsering's pupils suddenly shrank and his ears tinnitus became severe. He was not used to the sudden strong light, and countless shadows overlapped and intertwined.
Then he heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
look up.
On the spiraling stone stairs, the two monks who had lost their upper bodies staggered, blood gushing out like fountains, and then they fell backwards, rolling and sliding along the stone stairs until they hit the ground.
It’s not even “human” anymore.
Fresh blood spread out, and the fleas in the shadows could not bear the temptation, so they jumped out again and sucked it in big gulps.
The tinnitus gradually disappeared.
All the noise suddenly disappeared. Tsering suspected that he was deaf, but he could hear his own breathing.
what happened?
Tsering used his tongue to push the iron rod out of his mouth and gasped for breath. The hope of living squeezed the strength out of his bones. He stepped onto the stone stairs with heavy chains.
In the darkness, someone opened his eyes, took his last breath, dragged half of his foot, and followed behind Tsering.
grunt.
Tsering swallowed his saliva, walked on the stone steps, and gradually saw more clearly.
The entire ground was scraped away by three feet, so the monk who pushed the door had his upper body blown off.
Continue up.
At this moment, screams were heard outside and the ground began to shake again, a kind of chaos that made people curious and scared.
Tsering licked his lips. He wanted to see but didn’t dare to. He walked slowly in a daze. Then his pupils, which had shrunk due to the strong light, gradually dilated.
puff.
boom!
A figure popped out on the flat ground.
The blazing flames swept across the sky, shining on the tattered clothes, endless wailing, charred human figures running in the fire, plaques burning, huge beams and pillars collapsed and broke, crushing the walls.
Liang Qu stepped on the red dragon and looked down. He saw several ragged men emerging from a cave. The leader knelt on the ground as if he was seeing a miracle.
He knows.
The young herdsman is Tsering.
When Awei was monitoring the two monks, he knew that the landlord was going to attack him, and he wanted to protect them.
After investigating, Awei found that this guy was not a good person in the complete sense.
Tsering had three wives. After the first and second wives gave birth to their children, they were all given to monks of the Lotus Sect as consorts. When Rege and his companions went there, they warmly invited them but were not invited. Their relationship with the landlord was like a dog-eat-dog fight, with one big dog and one small dog.
In the end, only his concubine and son were worth saving, but he didn't know where to put them after the incident.
The relationship between Hantai Prefecture and the Bai family is not harmonious yet, and other prefectures are unfamiliar with Hantai, so how to send it there is also a troublesome matter.
It is far less convenient than in Dashun, where the ruling power is strong. In Xihe Prefecture in Nanzhili, after rescuing people, you just have to hand them over to the government office. There are people and a mature system in the Yangjiyuan and Qingjietang to take care of them, so they won't starve to death anyway.
The three companies at that time were also very cooperative.
The Bai family was not so cooperative.
Still need to be trained.
Liang Qu folded his arms and watched.
The flames burned fiercely and the monks on the ground fled in all directions.
Except for a few houses covered by water film, it was almost like a blazing hell, with a circular river surrounding the temple, roaring and rushing.
He originally wanted to gather the fire in his heart and blow up the entire Yuequan Temple with one punch, scraping the ground three feet deep and leaving it all behind.
It turned out that there were serfs, villagers, servants, and captive concubines in many houses, so they only killed the leading elders.
Besides, Liang Qu had never killed so many people before, and he couldn't bring himself to do it for a moment, so he left it all to Wuqing Shuihuo.
"It would be nice if Wei Lin was here..."
On the Blue Lake.
The steward of the Bai family was watching from afar, and was terrified to see the thick smoke billowing above Yuequan Temple.
He felt something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it.
Does this situation, where the other party makes a small mistake and then comes to your door in a swift and decisive manner, seem familiar to you?
(End of this chapter)