Yin Xiao took a spear and stabbed at the enemy beside him. The spear tip was inserted into the opponent's abdomen. He pushed forward with force, then picked it down, and eviscerated the enemy.
He pulled out his gun and swept his leg over the attacker beside him. There was a crisp sound of bones twisting in his heavy breathing, and another person fell down.
The dark room was covered with sticky blood and corpses were everywhere. Opponents were still coming in a steady stream. Yinxiao's gun turned into a gust of wind and rained down on the opponents.
Killing has become an instinct, and humanity has completely faded from his body. All he is left with is eating, drinking, urinating, and killing people without thinking every day.
The more painful it was, the more he had to live. The little spiritual light in his heart sealed itself, as if to protect his mind from harm, and his soul also fell silent, leaving only a walking corpse to adapt to the killing in front of him.
After everything was over, Yinxiao stood there, with darkness still in front of him. Tonghe opened the door, and someone rushed in to take away the body. The long darkness made him unable to accept the moonlight shining in from outside. He closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, with iron on his body.
The chain immediately clattered.
Blood poured out of his nose, and someone had just punched him in the nose.
With his eyes unable to see clearly and his ears unable to hear clearly, he transformed from a ferocious beast into an ignorant beast, ready to be slaughtered by others.
Tonghe carried the bucket and brought it in to eat. He dumped it on the ground full of blood and minced meat as usual. At the same time, he took out a small pack of cat ears and poured them aside. This was a reward for the winner. The winner could get a sweet treat.
Sweet mouth.
Yinxiao ate expressionlessly, not thinking about anything. Occasionally, he wanted to make a sound in his throat, but it was quickly drowned out - he would be punished for making any sound.
The nights here are extremely long.
And here at Zhang Xutang, it is destined to be a wonderful night.
He and Song Huiyue entered the wine shop together, leaving all the guards outside the door. There was only one waiter left in the wine shop.
The waiter had never seen a big scene and was already shocked by the crowd outside. However, he was tempted by the money, so he cheered up, picked up the cleanest table, invited the two of you to sit down, wiped it hard with a rag, and wiped away the oil-stained twist.
The table was wiped until it was slightly greasy.
However, in Zhang Xutang's opinion, the table was still oily and a fly would do a split if he stood on it.
Fortunately, at this time, he only focused on looking at Song Huiyue. No matter how oily the table was, he could still sit on it.
He was so happy that he couldn't hold back his smile, and chewed Song Huiyue carefully with his eyes like a glutton. Even the incense smell on his body grew teeth, and he chewed Song Huiyue into his belly.
The waiter shivered with fright at his scheming gaze. He boiled a pot of yellow rice wine and brought it to the table. He also carefully wiped two porcelain tea bowls, placed them in front of the two of them, and filled them carefully.
Because Zhang Xutang was very happy, he picked up the bowl and raised it towards Song Huiyue, intending to drink it all with her.
Song Huiyue picked up the wine bowl, brought it to her mouth, half-smiled, and then poured all the wine on Zhang Xutang's face.
Zhang Xutang poured hot wine all over his face, stood up suddenly, wiped his face with both hands, and was so angry that he wanted to bite Song Huiyue.
"Crazy you!"
While roaring at Song Huiyue, he motioned to people outside not to come in.
Zhang Lin and Xiao Wei outside suddenly tensed up and exchanged frightened looks. When Zhang Xutang was calm, he would torture them, and when he was angry, he would resort to all kinds of means to express his anger. They were really scared.
Lao Wei frowned, wishing he could throw Song Huiyue into the river to feed the fish—a wild girl!
Zhang Xutang could only breathe for a moment. The wine dripped down his face and soaked his clothes. Instead of wiping his face, he stretched out his tongue and licked the remaining wine dripping on his lips, and wiped his own.
He pushed the bowl over and said, "Splash it."
He had always felt that other young ladies were just a blur of beauty and gentleness, soft, temperless, and ready to be rubbed. It was only now that he realized Song Huiyue's good points - she was sharp and angular,
His face is clearly visible, comparable to his.
Song Huiyue grabbed the wine bowl and splashed it on his face again without hesitation.
Zhang Xutang was baptized by these two bowls of hot wine, and sat back in the chair. He also felt a bit shameful - otherwise, why would he have a fight with Song Huiyue?
"Hey..." He sighed softly, a little helpless, "I know you hate me and want to kill me. I will give you a chance. Starting from tomorrow, you can come to my house during the day and follow me.
As long as you have the ability to come in and out, I will admit defeat."
Song Huiyue lowered her head and looked at the empty bowl, raised her eyebrows, and smiled faintly: "I'm not going."
Zhang Xutang poured another bowl of wine. This time he wisely took two sips first and put it out of Song Huiyue's reach: "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"
Song Huiyue nodded: "Yes."
Zhang Xutang finished the wine, and for a moment he didn't know how to guarantee his character. He stood up and paced back and forth on the greasy and dirty yellow mud floor: "How can you catch the tiger's cub if you don't enter the tiger's den?"
Song Huiyue looked up at him and felt that he was overly interested in her, and there was also some inexplicable sympathy in it - sick, she thought.
"What you said makes sense."
Zhang Xutang walked behind Song Huiyue, stretched out his hand, and held her face from behind: "That's it, you come to my house and kill me--"
He put his face in Song Huiyue's bun, took a deep breath, smelled the smell of vegetation, and suddenly said: "You are like a flower, you smell so good."
Song Huiyue struggled upward, touched Zhang Xutang's chin with her head, and stood up suddenly, making a gesture to grab his collar.
Zhang Xutang quickly let go and retreated, dodging.
Song Huiyue lowered her hand and let him go: "See you tomorrow."
After saying that, she turned around and walked away, still ignoring Xie Zhou and You Song who were chasing her.
Xie Zhou didn't hear a word of the conversation between the two of them in the room. He scratched his head anxiously and followed Song Huiyue closely, trying to get a few words from her mouth.
When she arrived at the door of Song's house, Song Huiyue stopped, opened the door, turned to Xie Zhou and smiled bitterly: "Bago, please let me go."
Xie Zhou's words were all stuck in his mouth. The situation in the Song family made it impossible for him to say a word.
There are still white hangings hanging in the yard, only white candles are flickering in the darkness, and the smell of paper money and incense ash is everywhere. The flowers, birds, fish and insects in the house have all lost their vitality and are withering and dying. There is no laughter, no people moving, even the kitchen
They were all cold and had no aroma of food.
The warmth of the past is gone, and there is only endless desolation left here.
The miserable wind blew a piece of paper money in front of Xie Zhou. Xie Zhou bent down to pick it up and held it in his hand, speechless.
Aunt Lin heard the sound of the door opening, and she and Tan Ran rushed out in panic.
"Madam! Your Majesty, your people have taken you to the palace!"
"They said that from now on I will treat illnesses in the palace!"
"Yuanyuan followed!"
The two of them were talking to each other, and Song Huiyue strode in and opened the door of the wing with a "bang".
The house was empty except for a pot of orchids that were still full of life.
The cold wind poured in from the door, bringing the entire Song family into unspeakable desolation.