My Weird Life

  Chapter 799 Spark (22)

"Ah, then I—" Dorji was terrified, and just about to speak, the steward whipped him in the face again. The barbs on the whip plowed his skin, and the pain made him gasp, and he couldn't say anything at all. Speak!

  The manager didn't even look at Dorji.

His eyes swept over the eight slaves kneeling on the ground, and said to the three Tubo soldiers behind him: "Eight sets of human intestines, eight barrels of human blood, eight human heads—and a pious believer who is willing to dedicate himself to the 'God's Book'." skin.

  Enough is enough, cut off their tongues.

   Drag them all away! "

  The Tubo soldiers in black and red armor got off their horses, and the sound of armor leaves colliding made people shudder.

  Their figures covered the sunlight falling from the sky, and the three majestic Tubo soldiers drew out the short knives around their waists, and effortlessly stopped the eight slaves who were wrapped in chains and shackles.

  —Duoji was pinched by a Tubo soldier's thick fingers, and his mouth was pinched open

   He was forced to stick out his tongue very long,

  The Tubo soldier pinched his tongue with one hand and a short dagger with the other, and cut towards his tongue!

Big tears welled up in his eyes, and many thoughts flooded his mind in an instant—this time has come, he is actually not afraid of death, he has already thought about his destination, and he is willing to sacrifice himself To give my unborn child a chance to see the world after birth.

   But no one is willing to give him this chance.

he died.

  His children, his wife will also die.

  The child finally couldn't see this world.

  But—in such a world, what is there to regret if you can’t see it?

  Duoji felt relieved suddenly—he no longer struggled to avoid the sharp knife—but at this moment, he heard a sharp piercing sound!

  Accompanied by that sound, a sharpened wooden arrow suddenly pierced through the air from the side of his face, and was nailed into the visor of the majestic Tubo soldier holding a knife.

  It was just a sharpened wooden arrow, but now it pierced through the Tubo soldier's visor, and pierced out from the surface of the leather helmet at the back of his head!

   A pool of blood splashed on Dorje's face.

  The Tubo soldier screamed in a hurry, and fell powerlessly on his body.

  Blood kept oozing from the Tubo soldier's mask, sprinkled on Dorji's face, and splashed into his mouth. The taste of blood made him a little hungry—

  He watched the wooden arrows shuttle through the air, shooting towards Shangji Manor under the hillside.

  He heard screams of excitement and fear from many people: "We want to eat meat!"

   "The devil made us eat meat too!"

  Accompanied by the whistling sound of the tide, many ragged and thin people, holding various iron forks, sticks, agricultural tools, and even iron chain shackles, ran out from Duoji's body.

  Those people used to be the same slaves as Dorje.

  But the brilliance on those people's faces and the hot light gathered in their eyes were something Dorji had never seen before.

  Shang feared that groups of Tubo soldiers in top armor began to rush out of the manor, but those ragged and emaciated people were still fearless even in the face of these terrifying Tubo soldiers.

  A brilliant white light rose from the crowd rushing towards the Tubo soldiers. The white light gathered into a large palm print of light, and pushed horizontally towards the Tubo soldiers who formed an formation and crushed them layer by layer.

  Bright handprints crushed each Tubo soldier into a meat paste,

   Tore up their formation!

  Duoji looked at the big bright palm prints that manifested from the crowd, one after another, his brain went blank for a while, and he was too shocked to speak.

Another tall man in ragged clothes walked past Dorji. The man pulled out a hidden knife glaring at his waist. The steward—the man threw the knife hidden in his hand suddenly, and the knife pierced through the air, directly piercing the chest of the steward on the horse.

  Blood ran down the steward's clothes, splashed under his buttocks, especially on the back of the panic-sprinting war horse.

  His body fell backwards, he fell off his horse, and after a few somersaults, he fell into the grass and died.

  The tall man stepped on the manager's head with one foot, and at the same time stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the hidden knife tied at the back of the corpse, and suddenly pulled out the sword.

  A stream of blood spurted out from the wound on the back of the corpse.

  The man looked up at Dorje who was lying on the hillside.

  Duoji's heart tightened, and he saw the man walking towards him with a knife.

  He suddenly panicked, propped his elbows on the ground, and kept backing up, backing up—until the man approached him and slashed at him with a knife—

  Duoji closed his eyes resignedly.

  But the expected pain did not come as expected. He only heard the sound of metal and iron clanging suddenly, and then he didn't feel any other feelings.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw people holding weapons all over the mountains and plains, blocking all the gates of this large manor owned by Shang Khan, and sending the steward, Shang Khan, to look after the nobles of his family here They all drove out, locked their ankles with iron chains, and stood in several rows at the gate of the manor.

   Someone said something to those nobles.

  After speaking, the people who surrounded the nobles and the managers pressed them to the ground and cut off their heads.

   Blood flowed like a river.

  Those people stripped off the silk and satin clothes and armor from the dead body, and piled them up in front of the manor gate.

  They set up several large pots, killed several yaks, poured the yak meat and bones into the pots, added water and salt and stewed.

  Many people ran towards the slaves who were like Dorji, and cut off the chains on the slaves' wrists and ankles.

   "Ugin! Ugin!"

  Suddenly, Duoji thought of his wife. He quickly got up from the mud and looked around.

  Those slaves of the Shangji clan whose chains had been severed from their hands and feet were all invited to gather around the iron pot where yak meat and bones were stewed.

  Many, many ragged people mixed together.

  Men and women sit together.

  He couldn't find his Wujin Jiangqu.

  Duoji became more and more flustered: "Ugin!"

  He ran towards the crowd at the bottom of the slope, and after only a few steps, he heard a shout behind him: "Duoji!"

  —Duoji suddenly looked back.

  His Wujin Jiangqu stood on the side of the **** with one hand on his stomach.

  The huge basket behind her that used to hold the stones has been unloaded.

   She looked at Duoji, tears streaming down her face.

  In tears, but full of smiles.

   "Wujin!" Duoji looked at his own Wujin Jiangqu, and for some reason, hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

  Several female slaves with weapons hanging around their waists appeared behind Wujin Jiangqu. They supported Wujin Jiangqu, talked to her in a low voice, and helped her approach Dorji.

   The husband and wife hugged each other tightly.

  The tall man walked towards Dorji and Ujin Jiangqu.

  Duoji and Wujin Jiangqudun were a little embarrassed. They bent down, ready to kneel on the ground, and saluted the tall man like pigs and dogs salute to other big men.

  The man stopped the two of them: "We are all human, why should we imitate pigs and dogs to salute?

   Demons don't like such rituals.

  The disciples of Guangshan Sect didn't like it either.

  If you want to, just like us, and salute with the Guangshan Seal. "

  The man was talking, his palms and fingers overlapped, forming an uncomplicated gesture.

Seeing his solemn face, Duoji and Wujin Jiangqu felt that the simple seal had an indescribable sense of solemnity. They also formed the "Guangshan Seal" as the tall man said. return gift.

   "Your wife is about to give birth and is very weak.

   After a while, she will have to drink some broth first, and when she gets used to it, then give her some meat slowly. "The tall man said to Duoji, "Everyone is like this, we all drink soup first, and then eat meat. "

"I remembered!"

  Duoji nodded vigorously, he supported Wujin Jiangqu, and followed the tall man towards the crowd around a cauldron.

  He looked at the man's back, hesitated for a moment, and asked the tall man, "What's your name? How should we call you?"

  When someone asked his name, the tall man turned around, his eyes sparkling: "My name is Guangshanzang, Jiabu Guangshanzang.

   This is the name the devil gave me. "

   "Jiabu Guangshanzang, Jiabu Guangshanzang..." Dorje muttered to himself, chanting the name, and couldn't help asking the tall man again, "What does Guangshan teach... mean?

  Who is the devil? "

   "Guangshan Sect is a group formed by the disciples of demons.

  Magic…

  The devil is the devil. "Jiabu Guangshan said so, and he looked into the distance, "We followed the demon, all the way to this point, and we are going to 'under that hill'. "

   "Under that hill..."

  Duoji repeated what Jiabu Guangshanzang said.

  All kinds of pictures suddenly flashed in his mind, and all kinds of pictures were connected one after another to form a specific route from this side to "under that hill".

  Duoji remained silent.

  He and Wujin Jiangqu sat in front of an iron pot, watching the meat and bones in the iron pot tumbling with the boiling water, an indescribable aroma wafted from the pot, which made Duoji's saliva secrete faster.

   "Gudong!"

   "Gudong!"

  The sound of swallowing saliva can be heard everywhere.

  The meat and bones in the pot were finally cooked, and bowls of broth were distributed to many slaves.

  Duoji and Wujin Jiangqu each brought a bowl of broth. Duoji glanced at Wujin Jiangqu, then looked at his and his wife's bowls full of broth, he smiled naively, did not distribute the broth to his wife, but took Wan and his wife made a gesture, and took a deep breath of the fragrance floating on the bowl.

   Holding the bowl, he carefully took a sip of the broth.

fragrant!

  It smells so good!

   It would be great to be able to eat meat every day!

  Duoji shouted in his heart, and drank a few mouthfuls of broth—when he felt that it was not enough, a feeling of nausea suddenly surged from his abdomen, and he retched as soon as he opened his mouth!

  Many slaves around were holding bowls and opening their mouths to vomit!

   "Don't drink too fast!"

   "You have never eaten meat, and it is normal to have this reaction now.

   Just get used to it and get used to it! "Jiabu Guangshanzang spoke out at the right time, reminding everyone.

  The doubts raised in the hearts of Dorje and many slaves gradually dissipated because of Jiabu Guangshanzang's words.

  (end of this chapter)