"Ouch!"

Yang Yuying's subordinate slipped.

After all, he was not very skilled in his business and almost fell off. Lin Guan was so scared that he felt a little fluttering in his heart. He jumped up to the wall and saw Yang Yuying slowly slamming the edge of the wall and landing on the haystack in the corner of the wall. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

"What kind of evil did I do!"

Lin Guan wiped the sweat from his forehead in a false way.

He has always made others worried, but this time he really met his nemesis.

Yang Yuying stood under the haystack, looking into the room from afar. When she saw her, her face suddenly seemed to be frozen, and her expression disappeared.

Cheng Zhou half-kneeled on the ground, his face stiff, his pupils were even blank, and he held a hatchet in his hand, slashing him desperately.

He cut off "Cheng Zhu's neck with one knife, and then cut off his arm. Next was his hands, legs, feet, and abdomen...

One knife after another.

Blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing Cheng Zhou's clothes, shoes and socks red, splashing on her head and face, and her expression gradually became a little excited.

Yang Yuying moved her feet and held her firmly. She was good at formations and illusions. She could see that these things seemed real, but they were not real, but rather an illusion that was not particularly clever.

But……

"vomit!"

Yang Yuying is still very disgusting.

I remember that I had seen scenes of following the Marshal, coming and going in and out of the sea of ​​swords and fire, and corpses everywhere, and she had long been used to it.

I have tried it before when I sat in front of the corpse and chewed the roast chicken.

Yang Yuying, the precious and precious vase, was also taken to her by her master, and she was so angry that she could not put it down. She was always full of wind and rain.

Yang Yuying was making trouble outside. As soon as she looked up, she saw a pair of cold eyes looking at her next to the thick curtain outside the door.

She is quite familiar with these eyes.

The first time I saw this pair of eyes at Chengjia Brewery.

Later, the person who raided Lin Guan was also the master of these eyes.

But until today, she really saw the appearance of the owner of her eyes. She was a five or six-year-old child, with a thin body, a very cold look, but her pupils were still a little innocent and ignorant.

Because I was too thin, I was wrapped in a painted cotton robe, and I couldn't tell the difference between men and women for a while.

Yang Yuying's eyes suddenly stopped and fell on the child's head.

The hair was sticky and covered with blood mud. Behind the ears, on the arms, every inch of the exposed skin was covered with scars, which was hideous and terrifying.

Yang Yuying's heart suddenly felt a little sour.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Cheng Zhou suddenly screamed.

The child was stunned and trembled all over. The whole house trembled with her trembling instantly. She rushed into the house quickly, paced back and forth, trying to touch Cheng Zhou.

But Cheng Zhou seemed to be unable to see the child. When the child got angry, he couldn't help stamping his feet. The more she made a sound, Cheng Zhou became more and more afraid, and his eyebrows were filled with despair. He started crying with sobs and rubbed his hands desperately, curled up his whole body, hugging his head and crying bitterly.

The child followed her gaze and looked alert, his thin hands tightly clenched.

So, the mountain shook even more in an instant!

Cheng Zhou suddenly burst out, his face gradually became ferocious: "You just refuse to let me go? Don't think about it! You are dead, I can let you die once, and I can let you die a hundred times, a thousand times!"

Before the sound fell, she suddenly rushed to the wall and kicked down a copper pot.

A slightly black yellow oil surged out.

With a bang, the oil lamp landed on the ground, the flames rose high, burning the curtains and curtains. Cheng Zhou's face looked crazy and did not even move, allowing the flames to jump up along the hem of her trousers and legs.

Yang Yuying's expression changed slightly. She stepped in and slapped Cheng Zhou's body hard. The flames immediately disappeared. She then pressed her eyebrows and rubbed them gently for a while.

Cheng Zhou opened his eyes in confusion and muttered to himself.

The child seemed to be frightened by this scene, stared at her for a while, and when he lowered his head, his whole body became hunched.

Yang Yuying frowned.

With Yang Yuying's movements, the blood stains on Cheng Zhou's body and the blood on the ground seemed to evaporate, disappearing in the sun.

She came to her senses and looked a little confused: "Miss of the Yang family? Are you here to buy wine again today?"

As she said that, she got up from the ground and was stunned for a moment when she saw the hatchet. Her breathing suddenly became heavy. She looked up and looked around with a panic. She stuffed the knife back under the pillow as fast as possible, and tied her hair tightly, and said quietly: "Sorry, I'm a little distracted, or is it the same? It's five years old?"

Yang Yuying nodded.

Cheng Zhou went to make wine.

From beginning to end, she seemed to be unable to see the child at the door.

The child followed her step by step, but never got close, and was always two or three meters away.

Cheng Zhou held the wine pot and circled around the wine cellar, becoming more and more anxious, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down.

The child walked forward silently for a few steps, walked over and took Cheng Zhou's sleeve to a wine jar. Cheng Zhou suddenly calmed down, prepared the wine, and walked over and handed it to Yang Yuying.

Yang Yuying took the wine pot and was speechless for a moment.

Cheng Zhou paused, and then relaxed, stared at Yang Yuying in a daze, turned around and looked at the empty room, and said in a daze: "It's so dirty, why do those dirty things have to pester me? When will I let me go?"

As she said, the child who had been following her finally couldn't stand it. She walked out staggeringly, turning back step by step, and roaring tears fell on the ground.

Yang Yuying looked solemn. She had already seen what was going on here at this moment. She suddenly felt unbearable. She held Cheng Zhou's shoulder and whispered: "Are you really going to drive away the dirty things in your mouth?"

"certainly."

Cheng Zhou's voice was hoarse and murmured, "Of course."

Yang Yuying sighed and said nothing.

As the child went further and further, Cheng Zhou's eyes became clearer and clearer. Some force that had been causing her to fall into a state of confusion finally walked away from her.

Cheng Zhou suddenly remembered many things, and couldn't help but hug his shoulders tightly, trembling.

She killed someone!

Yes, she killed her husband!

He raised his hand to look at his pale and rough fingers. Cheng Zhou's legs became weak, his body became weak, and his eyes gradually became dark.

On that day, she could no longer bear it. She no longer controlled the man to drink, and gave her the strongest wine in her house, threw him into the wine tank in the wine cellar. Then she picked up the hatchet, chopped him into pieces of mud, and threw him into the wine tank deep in the wine cellar.

When she woke up, the matter was over. She knew that she had only one dead end, and she thought of death.

But why didn't she die?

Cheng Zhou looked around in a daze and suddenly felt that he had forgotten something.
Chapter completed!