"You will understand when you see it yourself! Don't ask!" Wang Xiaoya just dragged Jing Maung'an like a dog, neither looking sideways at Jing Maung'an nor saying a word, and her tone was not warm at all.

A chill ran down Jing Maung'an's spine. He heard Lan Xishu's murderous footsteps. Jing Maung'an didn't dare to look back, so he had to stagger to follow.

The trees in the woods are very dense and deep. When they meet trees around trees and dirt bumps around dirt bumps, Wang Xiaoya and Ge Tinggang drag Jing Maung'an into the woods like a wooden man, until they reach the horse beside the tomb in the east.

I stopped when I couldn't see clearly anymore.

Four or five old trees were cut down, leaving short tree stumps about two feet in diameter, high and low, with big black holes. After removing these old trees, the place was empty. Wang Xiaoya and

As soon as Ge Ting let go, Jing Maung'an lost his footing and flopped down half-sat in front of an old tree stump. He bared his teeth and every part of his body was burning with pain.

But he didn't dare to shout, not only because Lan Xishu, who was standing behind him and mopping the floor with his whip, was so angry and so awe-inspiring, but also because of the scene in front of him that shocked Jing Maungan.

To the south of the woods, facing him, was a large coffin with glossy black lacquer and high quality workmanship. To the east, a straw thatch simply wrapped an upright body with only black leather boots exposed. On the other side,

It was a special bedding used for burials, and it was also a corpse.

Jing Maungan didn’t know who the two deceased people were who were treated very differently?

Lao Zhao and Sun Buer? Something is wrong!

Next to them, Zhang Song and Zhu Shengyuan were lying on a dead wooden stake with their necks twisted and their legs crossed. Zhang Song was face down, with one side of his neck twisted weirdly, and his facial features were facing the ground, making him feel muddy.

It was impossible to see. Zhu Shengyuan was stacked on Zhang Song's body, with his face facing up. The big face under the black pot with all the facial features open, staring blankly at the sky. It looked scary and a little disgusting.

The two unobstructed Jing Maung'an knew each other. Although they could not be named, the Jing Maung'an who came in and out had been followed and followed twice. He was Zhang Bing's former subordinate who lived in Fulongzhi.

After looking through them one by one, Jing Maung'an didn't know what the point was. Jing Maung'an's mind was tied to the corpses on both sides of the thick wooden coffin. He wanted to go over and take a look, but he couldn't muster the courage to look at them because of his shaking legs.

A brief silence suffocated Jing Maungan.

"Third Young Master!" Jing Maung'an's hands and body slowly left the tree stump half a foot high. He looked sideways at Lan Xishu, who was like the King of Hell, and slowly stood up. "Brother, I will follow you through life and death."

This is not the first time. You can’t listen to the words of sowing discord and categorically designate me to betray my brother. I am in good health."

Bangji!

Before Jing Maung'an finished speaking, Lan Xishu came up with a boot without saying a word, and kicked Jing Maung'an down again. Before Jing Maung'an even made a sound, Lan Xishu's second kick came again,

Jing Maung'an again, Lan Xishu followed up and kicked him repeatedly. Jing Maung'an also screamed in succession according to the rhythm of Lan Xishu's kicks. Lan Xishu really kicked him wherever he caught him. How could Jing Maung'an dare to turn around after he kicked him?

Face! He was rolling and crawling again without forgetting to protect his bloody face and lower body. Lan Xishu's big feet drove him towards the big coffin.

Neither Ge Tingang nor Wang Xiaoya dared to move forward, and Ma Manguan even less dared. Jing Maungan grinned when he called him, and in the end he didn't dare to look at Jing Maungan who was unable to turn over under Lan Xishu's feet.

Anna looks like a bear.

"Third Young Master! Ah! Third Young Master! Stop! Listen to me! I really haven't done anything to disgrace my brother! Maung An is unjustly accused!"

Bang!

Jing Maungan shoved his shoulder to the edge of the coffin, and then a dog gnawed feces, leaning its bloody mouth on the corpse wrapped in a mattress, and a big bloody foot was exposed, Jing Maungan

Maung An rolled and crawled out of the way, watching in horror as the animal was pointed directly at his feet.

Lan Xishu's chest heaved and he stared at Jing Maung'an with bloodshot eyes, wishing that his eyes would pop out and smash Jing Maung'an half to death: "Look who he is?"

"He, he..." When Jing Maang'an saw that Lan Xishu was lifting his robe and lifting his boots, he quickly crawled up to the head of the corpse and glanced at Lan Xishu's big feet from the corner of his eye.

When he came up, he lifted up a corner of the burial quilt with trembling hands. Sun Buer's nostrils were pointed upward, his gray eyes were wide open, his face was black and bruised in many places, the corners of his mouth were a little chipped, and there was blood on the right side of his lower lip that had solidified into

The bruises were black, and the strangulation marks on his neck were as thick as thumbs. There were also condensation and discolored blood scabs behind his ears. Jing Maung'an's hand was tugging at a corner of the coffin and it was shaking violently. He couldn't believe that the lifeless, twisted and deformed body in front of him was almost unrecognizable.

The corpse could be that of the tough and heroic good buddy Sun Buer who laughed and cursed, but it was indeed Sun Buer!

"Sun Bu'er!" Jing Maung'an's eyes were blinded by tears.

"Open them all! Look how my brother died miserably! You still have the nerve to cry. You coward! Look at Sun Buer! I'll let you take a closer look!" Lan Xishu roared and pulled himself into the well.

Maung An's hand picked up the coffin, and with a sudden movement, the coffin was shaken aside, and the naked Sun Buer, riddled with holes and bloody flesh, was displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

Except for Wang Xiaoya who didn't move, Ge Ting Gang and Ma Man Guan couldn't help but moved forward a few steps. Ge Ting Gang was a little better, Ma Man Guan was so spoiled that he had a nosebleed and a fight. It's rare to see a bruised nose or face.

This guy's head immediately buzzed as he carved wood and clay sculptures.

Can a person die like this?

Everyone has seen the dead, and the death of Sun Buer was so tragic, including Lan Xishujing and Maung An, who was accustomed to bloody battles and died violently in battle.

Sun Buer's chest and abdomen were pitted like a dilapidated slope that had been cut down and excavated. The blood had long since dried up. The strips of skin and flesh no longer had the color of fresh flesh and blood. His ribs were collapsed and incomplete. There were two

The stark white bones exposed in the blood turned out from under the ribs and poked straight out of the body. Every glance he made was painful to the heart and trembled to the bone marrow.

"Sun Bu'er!" Jing Maung'an put his hands into the hair on his ears, grabbed it hard, and suddenly fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

Every time Jinyi torture brothers talk about it, they feel that their nerves are stimulated and their imaginations are stimulated, but they have never felt anything, let alone the painful shock that happened to Sun Buer in front of them today. The pain they feel is so painful that it makes people collapse.

Wow, how can people be so cruel!

Ge Tingang and Ma Manguan didn't dare to look any further. The dull sawing feeling in their hearts made their whole bodies feel as cold and painful as a cold wind.

"You still have the nerve to cry!" Lan Xishu went up and pulled Jing Maung'an up. The tight collar made Jing Maung An cough, and a drop of nosebleed spurted out from his nose. Jing Maung An cried continuously.

The leader shouted: "Third Young Master! I, Jing Maung'an, swear to God! I didn't do this! I, Jing Maung'an, have never done anything to disgrace my brothers! I never did anything wrong before, and I will never do it again!" Jing Maung'an hugged him with both hands.

Lan Xishu's waist: "You can't just arbitrarily kill me unjustly! If you don't believe me, you can ask Ma Manguan, we were together! He can testify!"

"Beast! You dare to be such a coward!" Lan Xishu raised his knees, and Jing Maungan screamed. Lan Xishu felt severe abdominal pain as if his intestines were broken. Jing Maungan let go and was

Lan Xishu swung his arm and threw it backhand in front of Wang Xiaoya like a torn sack. Jing Maungan suddenly stopped screaming and cried, and huddled up with all his strength.

Wang Xiaoya didn't know what to do, so she took a step back and saw Jing Maung An's painful bean-sized cold sweat falling down, but even so, Jing Maung An had no intention of resisting and running away.

"Ma Manguan! Tell me about just now! Tell me about the blood on this beast! If you dare to cover up and say a wrong word, I will skin you!" Lan Xishu suddenly turned around and roared at Ma Manguan.

Guan was shaken as if his heart was struck by thousands of arrows, and he was instantly pinned down. His hands and feet were cold, and the cold sweat on his forehead was also crackling with it.

"Third Young Master! Jing-Jing-Jing Maang'an informed my brother of a few gatherings. I went out temporarily and was a little late." Ma Manguan raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat, took a look and sat on the ground with his waist bent and tilted his head.

He glanced at Jing Maung'an, swallowed and continued: "Jing Maung'an rushed from the alley to the back street and shouted at me: Horse Man Slam! Go and see Lao Zhao!"

Lan Xishu's chest heaved as he stared at Ma Manguan. Ma Manguan was horrified by Lan Xishu's gaze. He turned his face and looked down at Jing Maungan, who looked like he was looking forward to a savior.

Baba got up and said, "I, I, I ran to the alley where there was no one there! There were only long dragging traces of blood on the ground. I, I, hurriedly chased Jing Maang'an. He was being grabbed by an old wine delivery boy from the Immortal Drunken Shop.

Don’t let go.”

Ma Manguan paused, took a breath and then continued: "I randomly stuffed some banknotes to make things happen. When Jing Maungan realized that the person was missing, he was so anxious that he dragged me and ran here."

Ma Manguan licked his lips. Seeing that Lan Xishu and Jing Maungan were still listening attentively, he quickly said: "It's over, that's all!"

Finished?

It’s over!

"Hey! Ma Manguan! Didn't you see me chasing someone into the back street? Hey! You want to kill me!" Jing Maungan felt a little chilled. Ma Manguan's testimony seriously failed to explain the problem.

!
Chapter completed!