At the beginning of May, even the previous noisy Jinyiwei prison became silent and quiet like an Internet celebrity shop that had passed away, after all, there are still a few people who give up their lives, just like Chen Yan, who gave up his wealth early to avoid the pain of flesh and skin, and wore a flail that night, and tasted the torture hand twist they used when they treated their contemptuous mud legs, and then those who should pay the money paid and those who should go home all went home.

Almost, like Zhou Zhong, who really has no money, or who is really reluctant to have family wealth, is either tortured to death by continuous torture, or he can't help but spit after two or three days with an injury, and he really suffers from these seven or eight days, not only has no money or dies, but also some people who are immortal.

There are more than a dozen old bones left, and even Liu Zongmin has lost interest in them, he is full of excitement with the young lady of the family who has been scraped in the past few days, and the top brand of the Qinglou is looking for fun and letting these people rot to death in prison.

In the dark night, intermittent moaning faintly came, holding a large pot of leftovers, and after the pro-soldiers withdrew, the remaining soldiers who came to pick up the plate were impatiently thrown to the ground.

"Fuck it, a few dead pickles!"

The leftovers emitted an unpleasant smell of corruption, and there were even maggots twisting in them, but those ex-Ming magnates wearing flail slammed into them like mad dogs robbing food, burying their faces in the basin, and really gnawing like dogs, and even pushing and shouting at each other in order to compete for this bit of leftovers.

It is estimated that no one can believe that these people are the official masters who once wore luxurious official robes and stood in the court to discuss national affairs.

Squeezed at the end, the shackles he wore were also extraordinarily heavy, and he couldn't slip away, but was pushed outward, and an old man with his hair surrounded by flies and his clothes were torn into rags, like a turtle, leaned up on all fours, and didn't get up for a long time.

"Old decay, it's Jiadingbo, you can't do this to me!"

The throat is hoarse and terrible, the mouth of teeth are knocked out, the old man is using a broken saw to pull wood like an ugly voice roaring, but unfortunately, before the Ming Dynasty, he was a nobleman, everyone had to fear him, without the Ming Dynasty, he was an old immortal prisoner, watching other brothers enjoy the official lady, and he was serving this group of old immortal sulks? The guard's Shun army kicked him, kicking him twice in a row.

"What kind of uncle, Lao Tzu or your aunt's uncle? Hurry up and die, delay Lao Tzu's time!"

This kick, Zhou Kui, who kicked it, was out of breath, lying on the ground like a dead dog gasping fiercely, and this time, he happened to turn over the wall, the wall, three heads hung on his head, after a few days, it had begun to rot, white maggots appeared, and his eyes were terrifying and godless looking at the dark cell, the crowd like pigs and dogs.

Zhou Kui's eldest son, second son and nephew, Liu Zongmin really killed his descendants!

Looking at this hideous head, Zhou Kui was sad for a while, and he wanted to cry when he opened his mouth, but as soon as a crying face was squeezed out, suddenly, a wave of ecstasy was revealed on his face, carrying the heavy shackles, he moved to the edge of the cell door with the difficulty of an old turtle, and roared like a ghost in his throat.

"The old man wants to see Liu Ye! Come! Someone!"

"Fuck, what's the fuck called? If you are a fucking mourner, Lao Tzu will send you to see the king of Hades!"

Leng Buding's voice was really scary, it really startled a few soldiers nearby, and the angry kick that was close to him kicked it violently, and opened his mouth to scold, but this time Zhou Kui was like a demon, turned over, and shouted ugly.

"The old man wants to see Liu Ye! The old man has a lot of money to give to Liu Ye, it has delayed time, be careful of your heads!"

"Rich !!"

Putting these guys here, isn't it just to get money and food, this 10,000-year-old iron rooster has plucked its feathers, not only a few guards, even those old stubborns who have "fought hard" to this day can't help but have round eyes.

"You wait!"

Raiding the house to find silver, he also has benefits to take, no one and money can't get by, the faces of several Shunjun guards also became calmer, one dragged him back with the big shackles around his neck and knelt on point, and the other ran out in a hurry.

Not to mention, the iron rooster plucked its feathers, Liu Zongmin really gave face, although he still didn't climb out of the arms of seven or eight girls, but he sent a car, but he went to pull Zhou Kui over.

The expensive flower hall, the pleasant dance music, the fragrant wine and food, these are just like the things of the previous life, in Zhou Kui's confusion, the two Shunjun soldiers opened the heavy flail locked on his neck, and when he pulled away the wood, the old guy screamed miserably, so many days, the wood and the wounds on the neck and wrist grew together, tearing out the hideous red meat.

The left hand is holding the concubine who doesn't know which squire, and the right hand is still rubbing the fragrance in the arms of the daughter who doesn't know which imperial history, and in the woman's muffled hum, Liu Zongmin, who has a second lang's legs, is humming and shouting.

"Old fellow? It's finally dawning! Why did you suffer so much from such flesh and skin? Let's talk about it! Where is the dirty silver?"

"There is really no silver left in old decay! Liu Ye!"

When he got here, he was still a dime, and the angry Liu Zongmin almost didn't squirt out, pushing away the two screaming women, he was angry and scolding.

"Old immortal, where the hell are you?"

If it weren't for the fact that his lower body was swollen and rotten these days, Zhou Kui might have been really scared to pee, and he was trembling and kneeling on the ground and kowtowing his head, he was screaming in a panic.

"I don't have any silver, but I really have a lot of wealth to give to the general! The old man knows where the prince is!!"

"Prince!"

This word finally attracted Liu Zongmin's attention, it should have been Tian Hongyu Zhou Kui's offering of the crown prince Yongwang Dingwang a few times, but now his whereabouts are still unknown, these days I can often hear a few military advisors and his eldest brother muttering there, so that Li Zicheng has no appetite for eating, and he can only eat a bucket of rice and half a sheep at a meal! It would be a good thing if I could solve this worry for my eldest brother.

Reaching out and picking up the collar of the guy's coat, Liu Zongmin immediately took a step back from being disgusted by the amazing smell of fishy smell on his body, fanned his nose and asked.

"Say it! So where is Prince Ming? ”

"Go back to Master Liu! Just before the Dashun Heavenly Soldiers attacked the city, the former Ming Dog Emperor and the Duke of Jiguo got married, and wanted to marry the wild girl of Changping to Mao Jue, the king of Liao, the palace was broken, the prince was my grandson, and he could go, only the old man was here, Tian Hongyu was there, the old man and Tian Hong were not there, and there was only the Duke of Jiguo Mansion who could hide! ”

"The Mansion of the Kingdom of Thistle!"

This term once again made Liu Zongmin's thick brows raised.

In the handcuffs between him and Li Zicheng, even Wu Sangui's father, Wu Xiang, was extorted for silver, but he was not punished as in history, but Dashun never touched the Jiguo Mansion.

It's not that I'm afraid of Liaodong Mao Jue's strength, there is a saying that the ignorant are fearless! Li Zicheng, who entered Beijing in history, didn't take the Qing Kingdom in his eyes at all, and he didn't care about the Wu Sangui Guan Ning Army that led to his demise.

What can make the Jiguo Mansion escape is the empty interior, the pile of abrupt wealth and the list of former Ming ministers who kowtow to worship Chongzhen in the Donghua Gate, the only Jiguo Gong who poured all his family wealth to help him left a deep impression on the monarchs and ministers of Dashun, even Li Zicheng had to flaunt loyalty to motivate his subordinates to be loyal to him, and on Li Zicheng's list, Mao Wenlong was crossed out.

On the other hand, knowing that Mao Wenlong had lost all his family wealth, he naturally had no money to copy, so Liu Zongmin didn't spend this amount of effort.

But first I thought about it, it was really dark under the lights! Pinching the beard on his chin, Liu Zongmin couldn't help but nod his head.

"Prince!"

"Master Liu! Liu Ye!"

Seeing that Liu Zongmin finally nodded, Zhou Kui was busy kneeling down and kowtowing his head heavily.

"Catch the prince, the emperor is happy, and the marquis is just around the corner! The old decay really has no silver, so you can be merciful and let the old decay go! ”

While crying, Zhou Kui was still crawling towards Liu Zongmin, wanting to hug his thighs, but the unpleasant smell once again made Liu Zongmin cover his nose and take two steps back, and kicked him angrily.

"Get out, come on, throw this guy out!"

Several pro-soldiers also covered their noses, dragged Zhou Kui's shoulders, and walked out of the flower hall directly in disgust, opened the door of the mansion, and threw the dignified Ming Empire ruler on the street like throwing garbage.

…………

The dark night was like the sky in the underworld, the wind shouted like a ghost crying, and the broken lantern at the door of the house shook for a long time, and it fell to the ground all of a sudden, rolling for a long time, and in the dim moonlight, it was revealing a pale Zhou character.

In the dead silence, the creaking sound of the half-covered door being pushed open was extremely harsh, staggering like a walking corpse, Zhou Kui staggered into the door.

finally escaped death, this once prominent Guozhang Mansion, what appeared in front of his eyes was this incomparably desolate color.

"Ziyu! Ziyu! The lord is back!"

Hoarse throat, Zhou Kui shouted while slamming into the main hall, and with a bang, the rotten door simply collapsed, making Zhou Kui fall to the ground suddenly, and he didn't get up for a long time, holding on to the door frame, even if the old miser's voice was a little pathetic.

"Ziyu! I'm ......, sir, ah!!"

The frightened hand stood on the ground three times in a row, and on the beam of the flower hall, a heavy thing hanging on it came into his eyes, and in the moonlight, the female corpse with her tongue sticking out and her shriveled eyes seemed to be staring at him with no god and resentment.

My wife, daughter-in-law, nephew, concubine! They were all humiliated and hanged themselves!

After looking dumbfounded for a few seconds, he hugged the corpse in front of him violently, and Zhou Kui was crying.

"Ziyu! Ziyu!"

But he had just howled twice, and as if he had remembered something extremely important, he threw away the corpse like a madman, and staggered into the backyard.

Behind the dirty servant's latrine, dragging the rope hidden in the grass, Zhou Kui, who had been so thin that there were bones left, was stunned to pull out a heavy box, ignoring the dirty filth on it, and suddenly lifted the lid of the box, even in the bleak moonlight, a golden light was still reflected on his face.

Suddenly stuffed a piece of gold into his arms, his dirty face revealed an unprecedented, distorted excitement, and Zhou Kui laughed out loud.

"It's still there! It's still there! Hahahaha, it's still there, it's all there! Ziyu! Boss, second! It's all there! It's all there!"

The voice, like an owl crying at night, echoed in this empty and dead mansion.

Hell!

(End of chapter)