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I will marry you in a thousand years.-Chapter 93: The Old Man in the Mountain (II)
Chapter 93 - The Old Man in the Mountain (II)
He waved his hand, and four of the people following him stepped forward first. One of them held an iron hook in his hand, hooked into the collarbones of the four bodies lying on the ground, and slowly dragged them away.
A few more people came up behind him, some holding brooms, some holding buckets, and some holding rags, sweeping, flushing, or wiping. After a while, there was no more blood.
It seemed that nothing had happened here just now.
It was just that the buzzing flies flew up to join in the fun, suggesting that there were still a few dead souls carved on the wooden pillars.
Because he was thrown out too hard by the two yamen runners, Hao Zhen rolled in the cell and was able to face up.
The footsteps of the yamen runners were getting farther and farther away, and Hao Zhen's heart was getting colder and colder. Here, it was just as the saying goes, "Calling to the sky and calling to the earth will not work." Could it be that he really died in the ancient rivers and lakes inexplicably? He was very unwilling. He had experienced the most despicable betrayal in his life, and finally found Zhen'er here, the person he wanted to wait for all his life. For Zhen'er, he didn't want to be the descendant of Gonggong or Xiang Yu. He just wanted to wait for her and live a happy life in the Song Dynasty. If possible, he had greedily hoped to use this dagger to take Zhen'er back to the time when he lived and take her to see her mother. Now, he is waiting to die, waiting for the extremely poisonous lover's tears to corrode his consciousness and will bit by bit. He tried to open his mouth, but couldn't make a sound at all.
In front of him were the concerned and anxious faces of his mother, Aunt Yun and Zhen'er, and two lines of tears flowed down his eyes.
The prison was dead silent, and only the faint panting of a prisoner in the next cell could be heard.
At this time, a mouse slowly crawled past Haozhen and stopped far away from Haozhen. Haozhen was struggling to move his eyeballs at this time. In this prison, the mice seemed to be bolder than those outside. Seeing that Hao Zhen didn't move, it climbed up to Hao Zhen's face with a domineering look, and sniffed Hao Zhen's heavy breath with its nose. After a while, the mouse screamed and rolled to the side.
The man who was standing still like a rock a few feet away from him exclaimed in surprise, stood up and walked in front of him.
Hao Zhen was immediately attracted by the eyes of the man in the cell. These eyes were not bright, but there was a kind of warm and crystal breath in his eyes. In an instant, Hao Zhen felt that this man was the only one who could save him. He pleaded in his eyes, and tears gushed out.
The man nodded and said, "So that's it."
He stretched out his right hand, walked quickly, and pressed several acupuncture points on Hao Zhen's body, saying, "What a vicious person."
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After saying this, the man walked straight to the place where he had just stood up, sat cross-legged, and stood there.
After Hao Zhen was pressed on those acupuncture points, he felt indescribably relaxed. He looked at the dark cell ceiling and seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
Finally, a new prisoner came to the cell. He must have just been caned. When he was dragged into the cell not far away, he screamed hoarsely and heart-wrenchingly, sometimes cursing someone, and sometimes shouting that he was wronged. He looked particularly terrifying in the dead silence of the cell. Hao Zhen listened, and a chill rushed to his forehead. He wanted to plug his ears with his fingers. After trying for a long time, he finally gave up and listened to the sound coming from hell.