I slowly raised my hands, my heart beating like thunder. I tried my best to adjust my breathing, and said to the woman riding on my neck: "Don't be impulsive... I am a good person... Believe me, I am really a good person."
…”
I didn’t know what to say. I just felt that the words I said had been lost. The woman on her head looked injured. She was weak and nervous at the time. Judging from the fierceness with which she snatched my dagger just now, I’m afraid her skills were too weak.
She would be comparable to Wang Huizhen. If I dared to resist at this time, she would definitely kill me in order to avoid future troubles.
I stood there without daring to move. I was already in the house, and the big black cow couldn't see what was happening. The door was very narrow, and only one person could pass through.
She grabbed my ponytail with her right hand, leaned forward, and said to me in a commanding tone: "Go inside! Don't be fancy!"
I thought to myself, sister, my life is now in your hands. How can I think of anything else? I immediately tried to clear my mind of all the random thoughts and started to carry this woman into the house step by step. The more blood I walked inside, the more bloody I got.
The smell became stronger and stronger, and there was even a hint of stench. I stopped, and the drum in my heart beat even harder. It was hard to imagine how many dead people were in this room, or whether there were any of hers.
My friend, it's so dark that I'm not sure.
"Kneel down! Slow down!" She said to me in a very weak tone.
Her sudden words made me tremble, and I thought to myself, sister, can you please stop being so surprised? She should weigh about ninety kilograms. I haven't recovered yet, and my body can't help but feel a little weak.
My legs were trembling and I knelt down. Just as I was about to fall to the ground, my knees hit a long and fleshy object. My heart skipped a beat and cold sweat broke out on my temples. I moved my hands down
When I touched it, it turned out to be a human leg. I twisted it, but the owner of the leg didn't react at all. It was obvious that he was dead.
I took a step back and knelt on the ground. The woman got off my shoulders very cautiously. I could feel that her figure was very plump. She held my shoulders and said softly: "Your accent... doesn't sound like that."
You are someone who has lived in Xinjiang...don't lie to me...tell the truth who you are..."
At this point, her hand left my shoulder and called out: "Dahuang... watch him!"
As soon as I finished speaking, there was a bang, and I immediately received a blow on the chest. It felt like a mallet being forcefully drawn up. I screamed in unbearable pain and was knocked to the ground. I knew it was Huang.
The leather dog slapped my tail, and then it pressed my arms and chest with its front paws, and growled above my face. I could feel an unknown liquid falling into my mouth. It smelled bad.
It's terrible.
I tilted my head and spat it out. I knew this was the saliva of a yellow-skinned dog, and I cursed it ten thousand times in my heart.
At this moment, a torch lit up, and I could see that the room was full of dead bodies. The clothes looked like people from Yusha Town, Hotan. I was shocked and tensed.
He quickly looked up and saw a young woman in leather clothing inserting a torch into the crack of the wooden table. When she turned around, she looked younger than expected, about twenty years old.
, the facial features are very deep, much like a Uighur girl. There is a bloody wound on her collarbone, which is still bleeding. She covers the wound with a piece of cloth that has been soaked in blood. Her lips are white and her body is shaking slightly.
He walked towards me step by step, stepped on my other arm, stared into my eyes, frowned slightly, and asked:
