Zijing's hand shook in fear and the book fell to the ground.
No way. The old lady’s death list. No way? That Penghao. That woman in the painting?
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"Zijing?"
King Mi looked at Zi Jing's pale face for a moment, and he called out to Zi Jing in confusion.
However, the wife Tanihara, who was in the hospital, was lying and was not heard. She did not say a word.
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King Jin screamed loudly again, and Zi Jing woke up from the nightmare just now.
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Do you want to ask Lu Pan?"
Your Majesty King Zhongba Zhixi,"
With his swimming pole blocking his coat, he picked up the pamphlet with difficulty from the ground, walked slowly towards King Wei, and handed the pamphlet into King Wei's hand.
King Jin lowered his head and saw the list of victims. Is there anything in this that is worth scaring this kid like that?
"When the old mother left, I selected a few slaves to compensate her. They are all my own slaves. They are used to being bossed around."
The remains of the carved inscriptions will cause people to die."
King Mian suddenly realized something and hurriedly opened the booklet. On the first page was a big name: Daughter-in-law, Mrs. Merlin.
The 牉艭诙 page shows the sacrifice of ten male slaves; leaves, branches...
The page of the inscription shows the sacrifice of ten female slaves; jade flowers, lotus leaves...
The emperor cut the window and the rich man was a coward. This Zi Jing, really. Just as King Wei was about to close the book, he teased Zi Jing a few words. His eyes suddenly fixed on the number one of the ten female slaves on the third page. Among the four names, the fourth name turned out to be; No. 7, Xiu Nu, Penghao.
What, what? King Wei looked at it again, yes, No. 7, Xiu Nu, Penghao. Oh my God, Penghao, she, she is dead. No way, she actually died. She didn't get his permission. Dare to die. She? King Wei felt his chest tighten, his throat felt sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell on his back...
Penghao was standing on a trading platform in the Tangcheng slave trading market. She didn't know that her Yinqi was back, and she didn't know that her Yinqi was looking for her. How could she know? On this day, her life The darkest day in my life. How did it start? Now that she thinks about it, she feels dizzy and can't seem to remember anything.
It's early in the morning. The sun rises from the east, and the bright sunshine fills the earth. This is such a rare clear autumn. The sunshine is so warm and bright, and lacks the uniqueness of summer. Warm. The autumn wind brings coolness.
Penghao was pushed out of her daze. She opened her eyes and looked at the people around her. For a moment, she didn't know where this place was. After a while, she was helped by someone to sit up. She saw This dark hut was filled with the late autumn sunshine. When she saw the blood stains that changed color in the sunlight, she suddenly remembered that this was the Fengsha Slave Hall. She recalled the scene from last night.
She touched her head and found that some kind-hearted sister had tied a piece of cloth on her head. She looked around the room and saw that some sisters had already tidied it up. There was no trace of last night. If it hadn't been for all the sisters being torn off. With her torn clothes and scratched hands and face in the fight, she really thought she was just having a dream. She looked at the wooden shackle around her neck. It was still locked like last night. The circle facing her was The little girl with big eyes was still locked opposite her.
It was a nightmare. She knew that none of the sisters would talk about what happened last night. This was the unwritten rule of the slaves. If something went wrong, it would not be the thugs who would be punished, but the thugs. These slaves, perhaps because of their ignorance, will bring about more tragic things in the process of being sold. This is a world without heavenly justice. Heavenly justice only belongs to the nobles. Their slaves can only obey and be beaten. , the fate of being sold.