In the dungeon of Nansifang Street, the air was filled with the smell of blood, the smell of urine, the smell of shit, and the rotten smell of wounds, making people feel like vomiting. A man who was covered in blood and could not see whether he was a Tubo or a Han person was lying on the floor in a damp and gloomy cell, saying, "It hurts, it hurts so much, ah, I'm going to die, I don't want to die."

Every time he was weak, his soul-calling shouting like a ghost seemed to always touch everyone's nerves. Perhaps this person's fate would be the tragic footsteps of everyone in the future, so the entire prison was quiet and terrible.

At this time, there was no difference between Tubo people or Dali people in Min Xuze's eyes. In his eyes, there was only piglets, a piglet who could bring him endless wealth.

The best way to subdue these Tubo people is to whip them. Compared to the previous one's head with a knife, the prison guards have to passively use this way of exercising their muscles and bones. The guy who was lying on the ground and was still wailing and didn't know how to live or die was the one who accidentally killed a Tubo prison guard some time ago, which led to the end of not being alive.

After Master Min knew that he could kill a piglet who could exchange for one or more silver or more, he locked him up with the Tubo people who had been tortured by him before. From the moment he was thrown in, the red-eyed Tubo people rushed up like crazy and kept biting him with their mouths.

The atmosphere today is very strange. Since a hundred Tubo slaves were locked up, the place has become extremely restless and even a sense of excitement. The prison guard who was locked up stopped wailing in an instant. Maybe he was strangled to death by the new Tubo people. The air seemed to be filled with some dangerous atmosphere, which made people shudder.

At this moment, the table outside the prison was very lively, which formed a sharp contrast with the undercurrent of the prison. The gurgling sounds of drinking, the noise of rock-scissors, the scolding sounds of gambling, and the shouts of guessing the size of the silence came one after another. The quietness made the prison head Lao Li always feel worried. He had become particularly restrained today, and he politely declined the good wine he pushed in front of him several times.

It was very bad after staying in the prison cell for a long time. The unpleasant smell of Tubo people and their urination and defecation everywhere made the prison officer Lao Li, who was used to all this, seemed to be very uncomfortable, so he always went outside to get some breath every one or two hours. When he left, he patted the shoulder of the prison guard next to him: "Everyone keep some thoughts and look around. Today I always feel strange. Maybe something big will happen. There can't be something wrong here, otherwise you and I will all be able to accompany those savages in the mountains."

The man waved to Lao Li indifferently, and then indulged in the atmosphere of killing with lust, and once again, he seemed to be very lucky today. The broken silver in front of him was piled up like a hill. He could not hear Lao Li's advice.

The moment he left the house, a refreshing air that made people feel comfortable all over his body came to his face. Old Li greedily breathed the pleasant air and began to play an internal martial art there. The boxing style was simple and rustling. It was a very ordinary boxing technique. Almost everyone in the prison could do it. They just wanted to use it to stretch the meridians.

This night was surprisingly dark, and there was no trace of wind. After the boxing technique, Lao Li's body was already sweating profusely. Not only did the original anxiety not ease, it became stronger in Lao Li's heart. It was an instinctive intuition. Lao Li's life has lived to this kind of keen intuition like a wolf.

A dark red flame rose into the sky, which seemed to be a signal, a signal of uprising.

Old Li looked at the direction of the fire, and his heart was filled with electricity. Didn’t Lord Min live in that area?

A burst of rapid footsteps sounded behind his back. Old Li, who had not yet figured out what was going on, suddenly had a sharp weapon on his waist. The man holding the knife was the prison guard who had just asked him to be careful about before leaving. This man was mediocre martial arts, but he was addicted to gambling as his life. He often lost cleanly every time, and his luck was very similar to those who had always been at the bottom of Paijiu Middle School. He was really as famous as his name.

Old Li shrank back his body and easily avoided the knife that made him feel a little hasty and panic just now, and asked, "Yu Yitong, are you crazy?"

"As long as I kill you, I can pay back the gambling debts I owe." Yu Yitong said without saying a word and slashed at Lao Li's face.

With a "wow" sound, Old Li pulled out a ghost-headed knife with a thin edge on his waist and thick back. Instead of retreating, he pushed his body down and rolled forward. Not only did he avoid Yu Yitong's knife, he also slashed the other party's thigh. If Old Li had not been for his subordinates' affection, he would have gone up a few inches, and Yu Yitong would have died on the spot.

After Yu Yitong was stabbed, blood flowed out of the wound on his thigh, and he lay on the ground and howled endlessly, no longer had his former domineering and aggressiveness.

Old Li pressed the blade of the ghost-headed knife against Yu Yitong's throat and asked, "When did you get bribed?"

A powerful crossbow sounded "puff" and Lao Li said intimately that it was not good, and rolled out his body. When he turned back again, Yu Yitong was hit by two arrows in his chest and had already fallen into a pool of blood. Lao Li was quite familiar with the sound of the crossbow. The crossbow just now was the only crossbow equipped in the prison that could be fired in two consecutive times. If the crossbow was controlled, most of the other people in the prison would be in danger.

After the second round of crossbows was launched, it took a long time to launch again. When Lao Li saw that the opportunity was not lost, he had already rushed out of the darkness and rushed towards the direction of the prison. But when he just approached the gatehouse of the prison, his body and the door panel flew up, and then the Tubo people with disheveled hair, red and swollen eyes, and holding the prison guard Pu Dao.

The impact just now was strong, and Lao Li's head and chest were churning. With a "wow", a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Lao Li found that something was right and was not idle at his feet. He was a little slow, and ejected from the ground, picked up the ghost-headed knife, killed the two lanterns lit in front of the prison door, and ran out to the street like crazy.

Before he ran far on the street, Lao Li stopped, and scenes in the prison were also being staged on the street. Tubo people carried blood-covered knives and kept slashing the civilians, merchants, children, women, and the houses around were burning and peeling. The smoke made people breathless. The cowards who knelt on the ground begging for mercy did not escape the Tubo people's butcher knife. After the "Huo", the cowards became a headless corpse.

Every time those Tubo people killed one person, they screamed strangely and then cut off each other's heads. At this moment, each Tubo people were almost holding a few bloody heads in their hands.

These Tubo people attacked late at night. At this moment, everyone in the town was sleeping. Lao Li thought that his wife and son had probably encountered an accident. He felt sad and angry in his heart. He lifted the ghost-headed knife in his hand and rushed towards the nearest Tubo people who were killed with blood in their bodies like a wind.

If Old Li was like those Tubo people holding heads at this moment, there would be at least three or five in his hands. But at this moment, Old Li had countless wounds all over his body, including shoulders, arms, chest, lower abdomen, thighs, calves, etc., and the blood that kept flowing out of the wound was taking away the temperature in his body.
Chapter completed!