Chapter 93: The Old Man in the Mountain (II)
He waved his hand, and four of the people following him stepped forward first. One of them held an iron hook in his hand, hooked into the collarbones of the four bodies lying on the ground, and slowly dragged them away.
A few more people came up behind him, some holding brooms, some holding buckets, and some holding rags, sweeping, flushing, or wiping. After a while, there was no more blood.
It seemed that nothing had happened here just now.
It was just that the buzzing flies flew up to join in the fun, suggesting that there were still a few dead souls carved on the wooden pillars.
Because he was thrown out too hard by the two yamen runners, Hao Zhen rolled in the cell and was able to face up.
The footsteps of the yamen runners were getting farther and farther away, and Hao Zhen's heart was getting colder and colder. Here, it was just as the saying goes, "Calling to the sky and calling to the earth will not work." Could it be that he really died in the ancient rivers and lakes inexplicably? He was very unwilling. He had experienced the most despicable betrayal in his life, and finally found Zhen'er here, the person he wanted to wait for all his life. For Zhen'er, he didn't want to be the descendant of Gonggong or Xiang Yu. He just wanted to wait for her and live a happy life in the Song Dynasty. If possible, he had greedily hoped to use this dagger to take Zhen'er back to the time when he lived and take her to see her mother. Now, he is waiting to die, waiting for the extremely poisonous lover's tears to corrode his consciousness and will bit by bit. He tried to open his mouth, but couldn't make a sound at all.
In front of him were the concerned and anxious faces of his mother, Aunt Yun and Zhen'er, and two lines of tears flowed down his eyes.