Some slight skylight was cast from the window, blocked by an iron fence with rust spots, shining on the ground, forming tic toe grids.

black.

Very dark.

In mid-June, the Bing Fire is about to flow into the sky on the second day, and the weather gradually becomes hotter and hotter.

The caves have not been cleaned up, and the flesh and blood stored for the winter have begun to rot and smelly.

This smell is mixed with the sour smell fermented from various body fluids, which constantly impacts the tip of the nose, making people dizzy and almost feel nauseous.

"Ha~ha~"

The hair was stuck together and became a lump. Tseren, a herdsman in the cloak tower, dragged heavy chains and was pushed into prison. He fell into hay with one kneeling and almost breathless in his mouth and nose.

His mind was in a daze, and in fear, he unconsciously swayed from side to side, his vision passing through the broken hay.

There is someone in prison.

Holding her knees, curled up against the wall, as if she had only half of her feet.

Go past this person.

A black human figure was nailed to the stone wall, half in the sun and half in the shadow, the upper body was intact, but the entire chest and abdomen were already empty.

Look carefully.

The human figure also has slender and dry muscle patterns, and the entire skin is gone, like a bacon that has been air-dried for a long time. There are black strips hanging on the clothes rack behind the human figure.

Tsering didn't know what the object was.

Intestines?

"One, two, three, four——Is five people enough?"

A dull voice came from behind itself.

"Enough, it's not that one of our West Courtyards is working, half of each thing, we only need five heads, five pairs of intestines, and three buckets of blood. We don't need to come to the West Courtyard to peel them. We'll prepare it before, so we can do it later to avoid the intestines getting stinky."

"I mean three buckets of blood are difficult to get together. If you accidentally make a mistake, you will be dissatisfied. Should you pull someone else to avoid being in a hurry-"

Tseren pushed the hay away in his head and tried to go down.

In the dark shadows, two "bears" stood.

"Bear" is so burly and tall that Tsering's hair is upright. His pupils are trying hard to enlarge to catch more light, and then he finds that they are two people wearing thick felt.

The surface of the felt is sticky, like a kitchen that has not been washed for ten years. A thick layer of black grease is stuck to the edge of the iron pot.

It also looks like semi-melt asphalt, with broken hair on its head, and even blood-sucking fleas that can't move.

"how so?"

Tseren, who insisted on bowing his head, felt sore in his neck and put it in the right position.

He couldn't figure it out.

The next door's shepherd's lord Solandeji was not sure what he could invite two monks from the Lotus Sect. The next day he pointed to the blood scar on his cheek and said that he had received the instructions from the monk to take himself and his three sons to Yuequan Temple.

Have a special day for the master.

The villagers gathered in a noisy way. The eldest son wanted to resist, but someone broke his leg and lay on the ground.

He also sent serfs to the temple, performed sacrifices devoutly, and took out blood sausages from his abdomen.

In a blink of an eye, how could it become yourself?

I am a middle-class person, not a lower-class person with a straw rope.

"ah!"

The hair was caught.

The "bear" is here, and its tall body blocks the remaining light.

Tseren felt his mouth be squeezed open, and a hard and cold iron rod was stabbed in. He hit his front teeth in the middle, almost falling off, half loose, and the half-broken root of his teeth hurt so much that his tears burst out, and his face covered with black and gray was washed out.

"Strange, whose serfs have a good teeth."

Thick fingers stir in the mouth.

Tseren was trembling all over, thinking that he was not a serf, but he bit the iron rod and spoke vaguely, saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth and dripped to the ground, and the smell of rust in his mouth.

"Cut his tongue, and there are three days left to save him from shouting inside."

"Okay."

The other "bear" agreed.

It is only five days before the Master’s Day, and what you need is wet intestines and hot blood. Those who are pressed into the dungeon cannot die.

The serf seemed to be vaguely saying that he was the shepherd.

never mind.

Too lazy to care, it's too troublesome.

Who cares?

Serfs and herders all have blood-red intestines.

Just as the two "bears" sharpen their knives, they should pull out Tseren's tongue and cut it off.

"Yangjin Ram, get out of here!"

The thunderbolt in the sky exploded, and the earth shook!

The "bear" who cut his tongue stopped and his ears buzzed. They didn't understand what the other party said, but heard the first half of the sentence.

Yangkinram.

The name of the master.

"Who dares to make trouble in Yuequan Temple?"

The two "bears" hurriedly let go of Tseren, stepped on the stone steps and continued to go up. At the same time, they took off their thick felt clothes and threw them on the ground, revealing the yellow robe and monk's robe inside.

"Bear" becomes "people".

The ground vibrates slightly.

It seemed as if countless people walked out of the room.

The dispute outside the cave became more and more intense and louder. You could vaguely hear a few words of snow-mounted mountain words popping out of the master, mixed with half-baked Dashun Mandarin.

"Donor, Yuequan Water's hands and feet are definitely not done by my Yuequan Temple!"

Moon spring water, hands and feet?

Could it be that something went wrong with the Yuequan Water two days ago? A big landlord came to him?

The two thought to themselves.

Many great nobles have to be short of their identities, and even Yuequan Temple has to rely on their breath and it is not easy to offend them.

It's really unlucky. The monk who had definitely diluted the Yuequan water had a mistake and caused the disaster today.

"Okay! Yuequan Temple sent someone to Hantai to inquire and monitor, what are you trying to do?"

Inquiry, surveillance?

The words became more and more intense.

The two felt that things were getting worse and harder, and they felt heavy. They wrapped their monk's robes tightly to speed up their pace, and reached out to push the iron door.

"It's useless to say more, come to die!"

boom!

A loud noise was heard.

The thunder of heaven and earth!

The dim cave seemed to be lifted open to the roof by someone in vain, and the blazing sunlight shone unhindered.

All fleas look for shadows and hide from the sun.

The deepest part of the housekeeper Tseren's pupils suddenly shrank and his ears were violent. He was not used to the sudden strong light, and countless shadows overlapped and interlaced.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

look up.

The two monks who had lost their upper body swayed and gushed out like a fountain of blood. They fell backwards and rolled along the stone steps, slid down until they hit the ground.

"People" are not the case anymore.

The fresh blood spread out, and the fleas in the shadow couldn't stand the temptation, jumped out again and sucked in big mouths.

Tinnitus gradually disappeared.

All the noise suddenly disappeared, and Tsering suspected that he was deaf, but he could hear his breathing.

What's going on?
To be continued...