"What's wrong?" Ziyu turned around in surprise. What happened made Beiming Changfeng really angry? This person rarely showed such obvious murderous intent.
Beiming Changfeng glanced at Ziyu, was silent for a moment, and then stood up suddenly: "Follow me."
After saying this, Ziyu quickly walked out of the house without waiting for a reaction.
Seeing this, a trace of doubt flashed in Ziyu's eyes, and then he followed him at a trot. What was going on?
At this moment, the night was already very dark.
Under the dark night sky shrouded by dark clouds above the head, there were no stars at all, and there was darkness in all directions. The wind blew by, and countless shadows swayed, as if countless monsters and monsters were breeding in this darkness.
Beiming Changfeng's footsteps were very fast, and within a short time of unfolding his Qing Gong, he had arrived in the direction they had been this afternoon.
Ziyu was carried by Beiming Changfeng. Now he saw the increasingly familiar streets, and his doubts began to slowly sink.
Why did Beiming Changfeng bring her here?
She was not familiar with this place at all. The only person she was familiar with was her husband's place where she greeted them in the afternoon.
Ziyu looked at the direction Beiming Changfeng was traveling, and his heart became heavier and heavier.
Could it be...
The night is very dark.
But that place was brightly lit.
The alley was really the alley where I beat up the Fuso Japs in the afternoon.
A group of soldiers holding torches stood in the streets and alleys, illuminating every detail of the world.
In the area surrounded by torches, there were many people kneeling inside. It was a dark place. There were men and women, old people and children, girls and women. Their expressions could not be seen, but only their groveling backs could be seen.
.
In front of the encirclement of the soldiers, at the end of the alley, there were five people standing tall and arrogant: "...I tell you, this is the price for offending my distinguished guests from the Fusang Kingdom. If you dare to help that group of people escape, this is
This is their fate."
The arrogant voice blew with the wind and rushed into Ziyu's ears. Ziyu's pupils shrank sharply.
Under the guidance of Beiming Changfeng, his body had reached the rooftop on the opposite side of the alley. Ziyu lowered his head and his face suddenly turned pale as soon as he looked at it.
Above the heads of those five people, the kind-hearted old man who had been urging them to leave quickly in the afternoon had a hemp rope tied around his neck and was hung high above his head in the alley. He had already lost his breath.
, but the struggling body, the desperate eyes, the resentment in the eyes that could not be closed even after death, remained deeply in his body,
Next to him, his little grandson, a child who was only three or four years old, was also hung on the head of the alley. His small body was undulating in the breeze. He was so small and so unbearable to see.
The child's innocent and sweet little face, you would think that the grandfather was crying to comfort the little person, just frozen in the frightened expression, frozen.
Dead, the two lives that were still alive when I left in the afternoon were just dead.
Because he prevented them from killing the three Fuso Japs, he was hanged at the end of the alley.
Just like that, he was hanged alive in front of countless people.
One old and one young.
An old man and a young man who are in no danger...
Ziyu's pale face quickly turned livid, and his eyes, which had always endured what ordinary people couldn't endure, burst out with absolute rage.