Zhou Tong struggled and crawled in the snow, with a gurgling sound in his throat, which finally turned into a weak, crying cry.
"Save me... who will save me..."
His screams and cries earlier were somewhat disguised. However, from the underground Zhou Prison, to the small courtyard full of sunshine, to the long street full of cold snow, he kept running and chasing hope, but was disappointed again and again. The levee washed away by the flood generally collapsed.
He cried out in pain, the blood stains on his face were washed away by old tears, and then condensed by the cold wind, turning into a paste-like shell, which was very ugly.
His cry was like a night owl, extremely difficult to hear.
As the most famous ruthless official, Zhou Tong has never forgiven this world. If he has kindness towards this world and saved this world once, then this world is absolutely cold to him. He will not forgive him, nor will he. Someone will come to rescue him, the lights on the road of peace gradually fade away, and his road ahead is dark.
Several mansions are still open, and the one closest to Zhou Tong is Zhongshan Palace. The lights in the palace were brightly lit, King Zhongshan was sitting on a chair, holding a frozen pear in his hand, recalling Zhou Tong's miserable appearance in front of the gate of the palace, he felt so happy, even this pear was a bit sweeter.
An official of the royal family was hesitant to speak but said: "This subordinate always feels that something is wrong."
"What's wrong? I've long wanted to tear this old dog into pieces."
King Zhongshan was silent for a moment, then said: "And what Mo Yu said makes sense, no matter if there is love or not, I can live to this day because of grace."
The subordinate official was very surprised, he did not expect that the prince was really moved by Mo Yu's words.
You must know that among the princes who have been scattered in various states and counties these years, King Zhongshan is in the worst situation. Compared with those collateral princes who were poisoned to death, he did survive, but he was forced to eat shit and pretend to be crazy... This But it's more terrible than dying.
"Does shit taste good? Of course it doesn't taste good, but have you ever thought that if that woman forced me to eat shit back then, wouldn't she know that I was pretending to be crazy?"
King Zhongshan said blankly: "Of course she knows that I'm pretending to be crazy. The reason why she doesn't point out is because she likes to watch me eat shit, but at least she didn't let me die. Compared with death, eating shit is nothing." ? Those of us who were born in the emperor's family, which one of us doesn't have the ability to eat shit?"
More than a dozen palaces closed their gates due to different reasons, and blocked Zhou Tong from the door.
The most honest and timid King Louyang hid in the deepest part of the three-layer quilt, worrying about the safety of his acquaintance Mo Yu, while silently speaking bad things about Zhou Tong in his heart.
The most mature and powerful Xiang Wang is not in the palace at all today.
The door of Prince Xiang's Mansion was open, and the young King Chen Liu stood in the light, with a calm expression and a hint of worry between his brows.
Zhou Tong crawled across the snow, and Mo Yu walked over afterward.
King Chen Liu ignored Zhou Tong and said to Mo Yu, "It's almost there."
Mo Yu ignored him, and continued to use the sword as a whip to drive forward Zhou Tong who was covered in blood.
At the end of Ping'an Road is a mansion that covers a huge area, the decoration is extraordinarily exquisite and luxurious, even the newly built Xiangwang Mansion is not as good as it.
This is the Tianhai family, the most powerful family in the entire continent for the past two hundred years. The important figures of the Tianhai family, such as the patriarch Tianhai Chengwu and several elders, naturally would not stay in the capital at such a sensitive time tonight, and had already gone to the manor in the suburbs of Beijing.
The door was open, the lights were bright, Tianhai Shengxue was standing under the lamp, white clothes Shengxue.
Zhou Tong crawled across the snow in front of the door and glanced at him with resentment in his eyes, but no matter whether he was asking for help or insulting him, he had no strength to speak out.
A string of silver bell-like laughter sounded, and then gradually turned into crying.
Princess Pingguo was stopped by Tianhai Shengxue.
After the palace change, she was taken back by Tianhai's family. It is said that in a while, she might marry King Chen Liu.
Looking at Zhou Tong who was struggling and crawling in the snow, she smiled wildly, tears were all over her pretty face.
"You look like a dog today!"
She shouted at Zhou Tong, like a curse.
Tianhai Shengxue didn't stop her, but just held her shoulders to prevent her from doing anything impulsively to Zhou Tong.
He looked at Mo Yu, who was covered in blood, and said seriously, "It's almost there."
This is the same as what King Chen Liu said.
Mo Yu was the target that the imperial court must arrest, ranking first.
Mo Yu still didn't speak. When she returned to the capital, she never thought of leaving alive.
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Zhou Tong was already insane, and even despair and anger had withdrawn from his consciousness. At the last moment, there was only one question.
Why no one came to save myself? Dean Shang only needs to move a finger to keep me alive, why am I dying
Just like those giant beasts on the northern snowfields, when they perceive that they are about to die, they often subconsciously go to the most familiar place, waiting for death to come.
For Zhou Tong, the place he is most familiar with is of course the small courtyard in Beibingmasi Hutong, so he is going there.
It's actually very close to Ping'an Road, that's why he was able to rush there with his subordinates so quickly when the Xue Mansion held a sacrifice.
It's just that if you have to climb across the snow-covered streets, the road will become very long. What's more, the sword light will still light up behind him from time to time.
Mo Yu still swung his sword from time to time, and every time the sword fell, he would cut off a piece of flesh from Zhou Tong's body.
Zhou Tong's blood was about to run out, and his screams became weaker and weaker until he became silent, like an unconscious wooden man crawling on the snow.
Crowds of onlookers appeared on both sides of the street. They watched Zhou Tong covered in blood, constantly being cut and humiliated. After the initial shock, it turned into some kind of extreme pleasure, and even every time Mo Yu swung When the sword cuts a piece of Zhou Tong's flesh, there will be a cheer from the crowd.
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The sky is still snowing lightly, and the night sky in the west is already full of stars.
The ground of the courtyard in Beibingmasi Hutong has been destroyed, cut into countless pieces by countless sharp swords.
Zhou Prison was truly destroyed, whether it was the buildings on the ground, the dungeon, or the prison cells hidden in the deepest part of the ground, they all showed their true appearance.
Those instruments of torture covered with residual blood and human body fragments, those severed limbs and corpses formed a purgatory on earth.
Xue He opened the doors of all the cells in advance, and the less injured prisoners fled in all directions. Only those who were seriously injured and about to die remained where they were.
Those prisoners who have suffered countless tortures are the most direct proof of this hell on earth.
Starlight sprinkled on Zhou Prison, forming a stark contrast between the sacred beauty and purity and the bloody, dirty and ugly.
There was a dead silence.
Xiaode and the masters of the military killed people like hemp, and the assassins of Tianji Pavilion were extremely vicious, but they had never seen such a tragedy. The instruments of torture also felt a little disgusting, obviously they had seen them many times before, and had performed countless tortures in person.
Or because, never before have these bloody, hideous images been exposed to the light of day like they are now.
No trace of Zhou Tong was found.
There were a lot of noisy sounds from outside the courtyard, but there was also a strange sense of tranquility.
Chen Changsheng was covered in blood, he didn't know if it was his own or someone else's.
He walked out of the courtyard, all the swords had been sheathed, but no one stopped him.
The street was full of people, it was dark, but there was a large space in the middle.
Zhou Tong was lying on the snow, dying, with wounds all over his body, no one could count the number, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had been hacked into pieces.
Chen Changsheng walked up to him.
Zhou Tong raised his head and glanced at him with great difficulty, and unexpectedly recognized who he was, with a last hope in his heart.
In his opinion, Chen Changsheng must hate himself very much, otherwise it would be impossible for him to kill himself so much.
He wasn't afraid that Chen Changsheng hated him, but he was afraid that Chen Changsheng didn't hate him enough.
He firmly believes that he understands people's hearts very well, the more he hates, the more he is reluctant to let the enemy die.
Come on, cut me a few more times, torture me, humiliate me, eunuch me, feed me lard, make me the ugliest fat man, and squeeze out my oil to light the lamp!
Anything goes, as long as you don't kill me on the spot.
I beg you.
I don't know if he heard Zhou Tong's inner voice, but Chen Changsheng drew his sword.
There was no humiliation or torture, no cruel revenge, just a clear sword light and a clean killing intent.
With a scoff, a thin line of blood appeared on Zhou Tong's neck, then spread rapidly and widened, and finally separated his head from his body.
Zhou Tong died, eyes open, very confused.
Probably puzzled, why is it so simple
Chen Changsheng didn't look at Zhou Tong's body again, walked up to Mo Yu, and said, "You're here."
Mo Yu said, "Yes, I'm here."
She felt a little tired and sat directly on the snow.
Chen Changsheng also felt a little tired, and sat on the snow beside her.
The shadow on the street corner fluctuated slightly, Zhexiu showed his figure, and he was also very tired, but he didn't sit in the snow because he knew that there would be a battle next.
The ground shook, the snow was loosened, and the sound of hooves was like wind and rain.
Hundreds of Xuanjia Habayashi Army came to the field.
Xiaode and other court masters were scattered around.
More than a dozen Taoist priests in Tsing Yi came here at some unknown time, and their realm was unfathomable.
Suddenly, there was another sound of hooves, and a young eunuch arrived on horseback, holding a bright yellow imperial decree in his hand.
The imperial decree naturally came from the palace.
The little eunuch publicly announced Zhou Tong's crimes, a total of 22.
The twenty-two crimes were counted after the fact. At that time, no one could remember too specific things clearly.
Everyone was in shock, whether it was the officials of the Qingli Department or the soldiers of the Habayashi Army.
Chen Changsheng didn't remember the scene at that time either.
He only remembered that the little eunuch's voice was a little shrill, a little erratic, sometimes close and sometimes far away, in short, it didn't seem real.
He still vaguely remembered that Ling Chi seemed to be mentioned at the end of the imperial decree.
It's just that Zhou Tong at this time has turned into a bloody, severed corpse on the snowy ground.
There is no other way to thank you.
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