Then, a middle-aged man, followed by several servants, walked to Caishikou.
This was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He was dressed in rich clothes. When he looked at Zhao Qingzhu, there was no sympathy in his eyes. Instead, there was only a light that was more cruel than a wild wolf in the mountains.
"Is this the monster that caused trouble in this town three years ago?" The pavilion chief came to the opposite side of Zhao Qingzhu and stopped, asking with a gloomy face.
"Yes, that's him."
"How should I deal with it?"
"Bury him alive!" the crowd unanimously agreed.
"Okay, then bury him alive." The pavilion chief finally showed a smile. As his voice fell, several servants following him immediately moved forward, took down the weak Zhao Qingzhu extremely quickly, and then carried him up.
Then walked towards the suburbs.
"No--"
Zhao Qingzhu, who felt the breath of death, suddenly shouted, and then struggled with all his strength, "I am not a monster, you are the fucking monster, and your whole family is a monster. Ah ah ah, help..."
The more he struggled, the more he shouted, and the crowd following behind became more excited.
Who would listen to a monster's wail?
One of the men who was resisting him became impatient with his struggle, raised his fist and hit him hard on the head. Zhao Qingzhu, who was already exhausted, suddenly felt stars flashing in front of his eyes, and then he fainted powerlessly.
passed.
In the end, Zhao Qingzhu was buried alive in a mass grave outside the town.
When Zhao Qingzhu was buried alive, everyone in the town came. The scene was even more spectacular than when the pavilion chief's father was buried. Some homes were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the Daqing monster was buried alive.
As everyone knows, Zhao Qingzhu did not die. For him, death was just a rebirth after coming to this strange continent.
On the third day after Zhao Qingzhu was buried alive, dark clouds suddenly came over Taoyuan Town, which shocked many old antiques in the town to wake up from their slumber, and even the wine shop owner broke into a cold sweat from his sleep.
On the fourth day, Taoyuan Town, which was supposed to be early summer, suddenly began to snow heavily, lasting ten days and ten nights.
Ten days later, the heavy snow suddenly disappeared, and overwhelming resentment spread from the direction of the mass graves, making the whole town feel depressed.
Zhao Qingzhu, who had been buried alive for ten days, was undergoing subtle changes. The scorpion tattooed on the back of his hand was constantly filled with black mist, and the huge scissors buried with him were blooming with a soul-stirring light.
"Wake up!"
A faint voice sounded from the bottom of Zhao Qingzhu's heart. Zhao Qingzhu, whose heart had never stopped beating, heard the sound and suddenly opened his eyes. Two substantial rays of light flashed out from his eyes and penetrated directly.
The dirt he covered rushed to the nine heavens.
At the same time, in front of a dirt bag without an epitaph in the mass grave filled with resentment, Da Chongjiu and Zhen stared at the snow-covered dirt bag in front of them without blinking for a long time.
The monstrous resentment covering the entire Taoyuan Town spread out from this earth bag. However, the earth bag at this moment was a different scene. I saw that the snow-covered earth bag was emanating from the earth bag in a flash.
The dazzling light, the endless dark aura and the awe-inspiring righteousness are intertwined and hovering, forming a sharp contrast with the flashing dazzling light.
"Master, how are you sure that he will be resurrected?" Dazhongjiu looked at the dazzling earth bag and asked cautiously to Zhen Bantian beside him.
Hearing this, Zhen Hantian grinned confidently and said: "Look, silly disciple, this continent will be turbulent because of the appearance of this son, and you will also walk out of Taoyuan Town and become famous all over the world because of him.
." Then, a middle-aged man, followed by several servants, walked to Caishikou.
This was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He was dressed in rich clothes. When he looked at Zhao Qingzhu, there was no sympathy in his eyes. Instead, there was only a light that was more cruel than a wild wolf in the mountains.
"Is this the monster that caused trouble in this town three years ago?" The pavilion chief came to the opposite side of Zhao Qingzhu and stopped, asking with a gloomy face.
"Yes, that's him."
"How should I deal with it?"
"Bury him alive!" the crowd unanimously agreed.
"Okay, then bury him alive." The pavilion chief finally showed a smile. As his voice fell, several servants following him immediately moved forward, took down the weak Zhao Qingzhu extremely quickly, and then carried him up.
Then walked towards the suburbs.
"No--"
Zhao Qingzhu, who felt the breath of death, suddenly shouted, and then struggled with all his strength, "I am not a monster, you are the fucking monster, and your whole family is a monster. Ah ah ah, help..."
The more he struggled, the more he shouted, and the crowd following behind became more excited.
Who would listen to a monster's wail?
One of the men who was resisting him became impatient with his struggle, raised his fist and hit him hard on the head. Zhao Qingzhu, who was already exhausted, suddenly felt stars flashing in front of his eyes, and then he fainted powerlessly.
passed.
In the end, Zhao Qingzhu was buried alive in a mass grave outside the town.
When Zhao Qingzhu was buried alive, everyone in the town came. The scene was even more spectacular than when the pavilion chief's father was buried. Some homes were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the Daqing monster was buried alive.
As everyone knows, Zhao Qingzhu did not die. For him, death was just a rebirth after coming to this strange continent.
On the third day after Zhao Qingzhu was buried alive, dark clouds suddenly came over Taoyuan Town, which shocked many old antiques in the town to wake up from their slumber, and even the wine shop owner broke into a cold sweat from his sleep.
On the fourth day, Taoyuan Town, which was supposed to be early summer, suddenly began to snow heavily, lasting ten days and ten nights.
Ten days later, the heavy snow suddenly disappeared, and overwhelming resentment spread from the direction of the mass graves, making the whole town feel depressed.
Zhao Qingzhu, who had been buried alive for ten days, was undergoing subtle changes. The scorpion tattooed on the back of his hand was constantly filled with black mist, and the huge scissors buried with him were blooming with a soul-stirring light.
"Wake up!"
A faint voice sounded from the bottom of Zhao Qingzhu's heart. Zhao Qingzhu, whose heart had never stopped beating, heard the sound and suddenly opened his eyes. Two substantial rays of light flashed out from his eyes and penetrated directly.
The dirt he covered rushed to the nine heavens.
At the same time, in front of a dirt bag without an epitaph in the mass grave filled with resentment, Da Chongjiu and Zhen stared at the snow-covered dirt bag in front of them without blinking for a long time.
The monstrous resentment covering the entire Taoyuan Town spread out from this earth bag. However, the earth bag at this moment was a different scene. I saw that the snow-covered earth bag was emanating from the earth bag in a flash.
The dazzling light, the endless dark aura and the awe-inspiring righteousness are intertwined and hovering, forming a sharp contrast with the flashing dazzling light.
"Master, how are you sure that he will be resurrected?" Dazhongjiu looked at the dazzling earth bag and asked cautiously to Zhen Bantian beside him.
Hearing this, Zhen Hantian grinned confidently and said: "Look, silly disciple, this continent will be turbulent because of the appearance of this son, and you will also walk out of Taoyuan Town and become famous all over the world because of him.
." Then, a middle-aged man, followed by several servants, walked to Caishikou.
This was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He was dressed in rich clothes. When he looked at Zhao Qingzhu, there was no sympathy in his eyes. Instead, there was only a light that was more cruel than a wild wolf in the mountains.
"Is this the monster that caused trouble in this town three years ago?" The pavilion chief came to the opposite side of Zhao Qingzhu and stopped, asking with a gloomy face.
"Yes, that's him."
"How should I deal with it?"
"Bury him alive!" the crowd unanimously agreed.
"Okay, then bury him alive." The pavilion chief finally showed a smile. As his voice fell, several servants following him immediately moved forward, took down the weak Zhao Qingzhu extremely quickly, and then carried him up.
Then walked towards the suburbs.
"No--"
Zhao Qingzhu, who felt the breath of death, suddenly shouted, and then struggled with all his strength, "I am not a monster, you are the fucking monster, and your whole family is a monster. Ah ah ah, help..."
The more he struggled, the more he shouted, and the crowd following behind became more excited.
Who would listen to a monster's wail?
One of the men who was resisting him became impatient with his struggle, raised his fist and hit him hard on the head. Zhao Qingzhu, who was already exhausted, suddenly felt stars flashing in front of his eyes, and then he fainted powerlessly.
passed.
In the end, Zhao Qingzhu was buried alive in a mass grave outside the town.
When Zhao Qingzhu was buried alive, everyone in the town came. The scene was even more spectacular than when the pavilion chief's father was buried. Some homes were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the Daqing monster was buried alive.
As everyone knows, Zhao Qingzhu did not die. For him, death was just a rebirth after coming to this strange continent.
On the third day after Zhao Qingzhu was buried alive, dark clouds suddenly came over Taoyuan Town, which shocked many old antiques in the town to wake up from their slumber, and even the wine shop owner broke into a cold sweat from his sleep.
On the fourth day, Taoyuan Town, which was supposed to be early summer, suddenly began to snow heavily, lasting ten days and ten nights.
Ten days later, the heavy snow suddenly disappeared, and overwhelming resentment spread from the direction of the mass graves, making the whole town feel depressed.
Zhao Qingzhu, who had been buried alive for ten days, was undergoing subtle changes. The scorpion tattooed on the back of his hand was constantly filled with black mist, and the huge scissors buried with him were blooming with a soul-stirring light.
"Wake up!"
A faint voice sounded from the bottom of Zhao Qingzhu's heart. Zhao Qingzhu, whose heart had never stopped beating, heard the sound and suddenly opened his eyes. Two substantial rays of light flashed out from his eyes and penetrated directly.
The dirt he covered rushed to the nine heavens.
At the same time, in front of a dirt bag without an epitaph in the mass grave filled with resentment, Da Chongjiu and Zhen stared at the snow-covered dirt bag in front of them without blinking for a long time.
The monstrous resentment covering the entire Taoyuan Town spread out from this earth bag. However, the earth bag at this moment was a different scene. I saw that the snow-covered earth bag was emanating from the earth bag in a flash.
The dazzling light, the endless dark aura and the awe-inspiring righteousness are intertwined and hovering, forming a sharp contrast with the flashing dazzling light.
"Master, how are you sure that he will be resurrected?" Dazhongjiu looked at the dazzling earth bag and asked cautiously to Zhen Bantian beside him.
Hearing this, Zhen Hantian grinned confidently and said: "Look, silly disciple, this continent will be turbulent because of the appearance of this son, and you will also walk out of Taoyuan Town and become famous all over the world because of him.