The one-eyed man responded gloomily: "Because your sins are too heavy and you need to pay with your life!"

The ghost of Lyman Frey emerged and murmured: "Sin? What sin do we have? It seems that our Frey family has no grievances against you!"

"You will understand soon, come with us."

The one-eyed man ignored him and turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Seeing the little boy pointing at his horse, Bones understood and quickly gave away the reins. He had no other choice.

The fallen leaves crunched under their feet, and with every step they took, their fear increased.

The mountain wind howled, the crowd was silent, and when the last ray of sunlight dimmed, they walked into an even gloomier dense forest.

Seeing that the bandits stood still and lit torches for lighting, Lyman did not find anyone else, so he asked: "Where is the Lightning King? Why didn't I see him?"

The one-eyed man stared at him as if he were an idiot and said jokingly: "Beric Dondarrion is dead. If you are so anxious to see him, then you may be able to see him if you put your sword to your neck."

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"No, no, I don't want to see him!"

Lyman and Bones became increasingly uneasy because they found several ropes hanging from the branches of an old oak tree.

Frey was a little broken.

"You can't kill me, otherwise my grandpa won't let you go!"

"Look, this guy is old and still relies on his ninety-year-old grandfather." The one-eyed man smiled at everyone.

The harpist sighed: "Although Lord Walder has bad eyesight and is infected with gout, he is not a fool. He will not think about destroying his son and grandson. I am afraid that next time Frey is released, he will not only carry

Fifty golden dragons, but a hundred elite soldiers followed."

The one-eyed man said contemptuously: "One hundred elite soldiers, the Blackfish of Riverrun will not allow that old guy to have such luxury."

"He will!"

Lyman tried to sound tough, but his voice betrayed him. He was very unsure: "He, he will send a thousand elites to catch you all."

"Let's wait until your despicable grandfather defeats Blackfish first and completely takes over Riverrun."

The piano player glanced at poor crazy Lyman and said disdainfully.

"No matter how many they come, we only have one life, and so do they."

He played a melancholic note on the wooden harp, "Okay, stop peeing your pants, you just need to answer me a question, and I will tell them to let you go."

For the sake of his life, Lehmann could say anything: "What do you want to know? I swear, as long as it is clear, I will tell you."

The bandit gave him an encouraging smile: "Okay, actually, we are looking for an exiled dog."

"dog?"

Lyman Frey was confused, "What dog?"

"This dog once belonged to Joffrey Baratheon, and his name was Thanfon Clegane. Thoros said he had been to the Twins. We found the boatman who punted his boat, and we also found him in the king's palace."

The farmer who robbed on the road, did you see him at the wedding?"

"At the Red Wedding?"

Lyman Frey was shocked, but he tried to recall that the night was chaotic, but someone did report that Joffrey's wild dogs were in the Twins.

"He didn't enter the castle, at least not to the main banquet hall, but some people did say they had seen him."

"Is there a little girl next to him, a little girl with a horse face?"

The one-eyed man's detailed reminder: "A very thin girl, about ten years old, may also be said to be a boy."

"No," Lyman said fearfully, "Maybe others know, but I haven't heard of this. It's absolutely true!"

"Oh, what a pity. That little girl is your lucky one. Since you haven't seen her, you have no value."

Lyman Frey screamed loudly: "No, you can't do this. I gave you the answer and you said you would let me go."

It felt like these people were targeting their companions, so Bones quietly tried to stay away from him.

How he wished that the person traveling with him was not this unlucky guy.

"You misunderstood, sir. I told them to let you go. I am not qualified to decide whether you should stay or go!"

The harpist looked at the big man: "Hey, will you let him go?"

"Instead of asking me, you might as well ask Beric Dondarrion."

The big bandit shouted harshly.

Lyman realized he had been tricked.

The one-eyed man turned his head again and shrugged helplessly at him, and began to play "The Rains of Castamere" that was played at the Red Wedding.

Lyman Frey heard the sad music that once caused Stark pain and made them feel happy. His paralyzed legs could no longer support him and he knelt directly on the dirt.

"Please, let me go. I can give you many golden dragons, as long as you let me go!"

"I have never hurt you. I have always responded according to your instructions. And have mercy on me. I am a man with children, and I am a father!"

"You are pitiful, then who will pity the young wolf master who can't even have a child?" the one-eyed man said angrily.

Lyman Frey's head was buzzing, and he could hardly think. He couldn't figure out why these people were always obsessed with a dead rebel!

"Robb Stark betrayed the kingdom and insulted the Frey family by going back on his word. The whole country is laughing at us. We must restore our honor, so we treated him like that."

"So in order to vent your anger, you sewed the wolf's head onto Robb Stark. He was a great warrior. He should not have died on a festive day. His destination should be on the battlefield, not on the battlefield.

Die in the conspiracy!"

The harpist walked to the huge oak tree, pulled the hanging rope and wrapped it around his hand three times to tie it into a sleeve.

Lyman Frey screamed: "That was instigated by my grandfather. You know, my grandfather is dictatorial. He forced me to kill people!"

"But your hands are indeed stained with wolf blood."

The harpist shook his head, turned to the hooded woman, and said respectfully: "Madam, it's up to you to make the decision."

When the woman came forward, the bandits silently paid attention.

She lifted the hood, and Lyman and Bones' hearts suddenly stopped beating.

The woman in front of me was horribly ugly.

There were ugly scars on her face, her skin was the color of curdled milk, she only had half of her hair, and the rest was gray and fragile, like a hundred-year-old woman.

Under the bruised scalp, the face was broken into pieces, and there was black blood in the lumps of flesh.

The most terrifying thing was her eyes, which were burning with overwhelming hatred.

Lyman yelled crazily in his heart.

"No, this is not her. I clearly saw her dead. She died for a day and a night before we threw the body into the river. Raymond cut her throat from left ear to right ear. She was dead. She couldn't be

Survive!"

"Madam, thanks to your help, she can no longer speak!"

The one-eyed man roared angrily: "You hateful bastards cut her face and neck too deeply, but she remembers everything."

He turned to the bloodless and terrifying woman.

"Ma'am, can I do it for you?"

The ugly woman's eyes never left Lyman, she nodded, she agreed.

Lyman Frey just wanted to open his mouth in a last-ditch effort, but the noose around his neck blocked all his words.

His feet left the ground, and the hemp rope sank deeply into the soft flesh under his chin.
Chapter completed!