Chapter 136 Revenge, New Skills, Curse (1/2)

Early the next morning, it was just dawn.

Along with the crow of roosters in the town, some movement began to come from both sides of the street.

There are also some servants in this small building, and they are about to start working in the morning light.

They need to boil some hot water for overnight guests to use in the morning.

After leaving the house, she was busy going in and out of the yard, but she didn't see the old madam, her man, or her man's lackeys.

This is normal.

Their status is relatively high.

In this small Fengyue Cave, there are also three, six or nine levels.

Even if they are just the thugs raised by the old madam and her husband, they are not something that handymen like them can afford to offend.

Handymen need to get up early to go to work, and they can continue to sleep until the sun rises.

They have no worries about food or drink, and no shortage of money to spend. Relying on the flesh and blood of countless people, their lives are beautiful.

Cuihong lay desperately in the red gauze tent.

He was leaning on the bed, his eyes were red, and there were dried tears on his face. He didn't close his eyes all night.

She knew she was going to die.

I had a guest last night, and I wanted to ask the regular guest to be kind and just sleep here for one night.

He didn't pass the disease on to him either.

But unexpectedly, the regular customer was furious and no longer had the kind words and gentle words he used to serve him.

Immediately he was so angry that he had to change someone.

Things were about to break out, and many people heard the noise.

Some people even went to complain to the old bustard.

If he followed the past practice, the old madam would never spare him.

He must not be able to wait for a moment and must deal with himself overnight.

Torture yourself with that kind of poison.

But for some reason the person who called for someone didn't come. The old madam seemed to be sound asleep.

Cuihong escaped, but she couldn't live in peace either.

Fear has been tormenting Cuihong all night.

Listening to the commotion outside, Cuihong sighed leisurely.

I want to force a smile, but I can't.

He curled his lips, wiped away his tears, and got down from the bed silently.

A bundle of hemp rope was taken out from the corner.

He threw it onto the beam, went around it, tied a knot, and made a noose.

Bring a wooden stool.

He stepped on the stool with his shoes on and put his head in the noose.

With a strong movement of his toes, he kicked the stool over.

"Bang!"

"Cuihong, you are really lucky!"

The door was opened, and two smiling sisters rushed in.

I was shocked again as soon as I entered the house.

Cuihong had already rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and kicked her legs, looking like she was going to die.

"Oh, my God! Someone come here, Cuihong hanged himself."

"Come here quickly, Cuihong hanged himself."

"Stop shouting and come help put her down."

The two women, one on the left and one on the right, hugged Cui Hong's kicking legs.

With an upward force, Cuihong was taken off.

The two of them are old people who have lived in this building for a long time.

Average appearance.

Beauty is not a big deal in this country place.

The two of them were unhappy in this place.

Often business is not doing well and people go hungry without food.

Precisely because business is not doing well, the risk of getting sick is also low.

So it was a blessing in disguise, I lived a few more years.

Over the years, I have encountered countless sisters who have hanged themselves.

Sometimes it can be saved, sometimes it's too late.

In any case, it is easy to take down a hanged person from this rope.

Both men have a lot of experience.

He took off Cuihong and placed her on the ground.

There was already a deep blood mark on Cuihong's neck, and she was covering her neck and coughing crazily.

"Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"

The voice was already a little hoarse.

"You... just let me die..."

Both women looked happy.

The two of them have a good relationship with Cuihong. Although Cuihong is a bit arrogant, she also earns more.

The old madam often gave her dumplings to eat.

If she had endless leftovers, she would also be willing to help the hungry sisters who were not doing well in business.

But this is all secret.

"Oh, Cuihong, you don't need to die, and neither do we. None of us need to die. Pack your things and get ready to run."

Cuihong didn't understand very much, "Run? Where are you running to?"

"After all these years, how can any of our sisters escape? I am no longer good. Rather than letting them torture me again, it would be better to die happily now."

The woman chuckled and lowered their voices together.

"Lao Baozi and her man are dead."

"Huh? Dead?"

Cuihong was dumbfounded.

"Yes, we were just discovered. Didn't you hear the noise outside? It's about to cause a scene."

The two of them whispered gossip while pulling Cuihong up from the ground.

"Now, no one can care about us, so pack up and run."

"When the mayor and the others send people to investigate, we will all fall into their hands. They may sell us to someone else, and they may have to open the business again with another old madam."

"If you don't run away, it will be too late. Several sisters have already run away."

"You are not in good health right now, so you have to endure it before running away."

The two of them dragged Cuihong out with each other.

"How did the Madam die? Why did she die so suddenly? Will her lackeys report the news to the mayor and the others?"

Cuihong endured the pain in her throat and managed to speak.

"Dead, all dead."

The two of them talked furtively.

He has always refused to speak loudly.

There was some fear in his eyes, but also a lot of joy.

It's like drinking a big bowl of ice-cold sour plum soup in the middle of summer, feeling happy from the inside out.

"They seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. God opened his eyes and took them away."

The two of them each held a small package and had already packed their things.

Together they helped Cuihong to Cuihong's room.

He gathered his belongings and wrapped them into a small package.

He also hid some banknotes and some broken silver, stuffed them into the layers of his clothes and stuffed them into his foot wraps.

He ran out quietly and continued talking.

When you get to the door, you can see several sneaky sisters with their heads lowered and their arms in their arms.

After seeing a few people nodding to each other and saying hello, they all went their separate ways along the alley before it was completely bright.

"You don't know, we two saw it with our own eyes. Guess how the old madam died?"

"Her neck is almost broken. She can't speak anymore. Just rest for now. Don't let her guess."

"Okay, let me tell you, that old bustard was beaten to death by his man."

"ah?"

Cuihong was really stupid.

I really can't figure out what happened.

Although the old madam is old and beautiful, she can make money.

Whenever a new disobedient girl comes to the store, her man will be asked to come up and have a taste of it first.

This man is not short of beauty, and he has money to spend, which is no contradiction with the old bustard.

The relationship between the two is closer than that of an ordinary couple.

"You can't believe it, right? The old bustard's lower part was stabbed to pieces with scissors. It's so miserable."

The woman became more and more excited as she talked, and some of her fears were gone.

"He was hung from the roof and beaten with an iron whip with nails. His whole body was bloody and bloody, and his bones were exposed. He was beaten to death."

Cuihong didn't understand, "Didn't anyone find out?"

"That's why it's so bizarre."

The two women looked at the deserted roadside like thieves, then lowered their voices and continued talking in Cuihong's ears.

"No one noticed any movement last night, and the injuries on her man's body were exactly the same as those of the madam."

"The bottom part has also become a mess. The thing was broken and fell to the ground. The body was also covered with bruises. I took a closer look and found out where the old bustard's injuries were and where he was injured. They were all exactly the same. "

"hiss--"

Cuihong took a breath of air.

"What's even more bizarre is that all the bastards she raised are also dead."

"These losers usually stay up late at night, and they have to keep someone on guard all night, just in case we run away."

"In the evening, we get together to eat and drink."

"As a result, I saw this morning that a group of people were all dead in the house. They were all bleeding from their orifices. It looked like they had been poisoned."

"There was a stove on the table, a copper pot for cooking, and several kilograms of shabu-shabu meat. Looking at their pot, it was clearly a pot of arsenic. It was so small that I didn't know how many kilograms of arsenic had been put in it. Cooked into sesame paste."

"They still use the boiled meat dipped in arsenic to eat it. I'm not just fooling around. You can see clearly that the meat pieces seem to be coated with sesame sauce, and there are some that are not swallowed in the mouth."

"Do you think this is weird or not?"

The three women felt a little shuddered at the same time.

They seemed to have thought of something.

"This way of death..."

They looked at each other and nodded to each other.

Apparently they all thought of that stubborn and outrageous girl some time ago.

He refused to accept his fate several times and even tried to escape.

When he was caught, he was beaten violently.

The leather whip had left bruises all over his body, the wounds and bones were exposed, and pieces of flesh fell all over the ground.

She would naturally die if she didn't treat such an injury. Even if it was treated, it might not be cured well, but the Madam and the others still refused to give up. They poured a bowl of arsenic into her and poisoned her to death.

She refused to give up after killing someone, and even used her body to scare many sisters.

That kind of death makes people feel resentful just looking at it.

Think again about what happened to the madam last night.

How could her man beat the old bustard to death without incident, and how could the injuries on both of them be the same?

How could he be injured like that? But there was no movement at all outside.

You always have to scream twice, right?

And the arsenic boiled into sesame paste for those bitches she raised, I'm afraid only a stupid person like a pig would eat them.

But those people are bad, and bad people are not necessarily stupid.

There are many tricks in my heart.

As a result, more than a dozen people were killed in one night, without any commotion.

Who can believe that he is not possessed by evil spirits?

"It must be her, she's here to take revenge."

"Amitabha, Amitabha, it was the old bustard who harmed you. We are all miserable people, and it has nothing to do with us. Every injustice has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner. When we find a place to stay, we can burn paper for you, my aunt."

The woman muttered, endured the pain in her feet, stepped on the three-inch golden lotus, twisted her waist and left Jiuquan Town.

…

"Have you taken revenge? Do you feel relieved?"

Lin Yu stood in the crowd, watching Uncle Jiu wedge a wooden stake in the ground, tie a red rope, and set a water source.

Using his mind, he quietly communicated with Xia Yun, the main soul of the Soul-Falling Banner.

He took revenge from a distance last night, relying on the cause and effect and resentment to find the door and enter people's dreams.

He bewitched the eyes of the madam's men, sealed their rooms, and even borrowed an extra breath to hang on to their lives, insisting on torturing them to death.

He also used illusion to bewitch the eyes of those lackeys.

He asked them to find all the creams stored in the brothel and stew them in a pot.

There is no shortage of this stuff in the brothel. The madam often uses this stuff to harm people.

He drank a bowl before he died.

Watching those people who caught him and beat him happily eat arsenic, and die of bleeding from all their internal organs, he felt happy.

After returning, she fell into a deep sleep in the Soul-Falling Banner.

Her cultivation was still too shallow.

The Soul-Falling Banner was not specifically used to curse and harm people.

She was so far away, and did not open the altar, but just borrowed some of Lin Yu's magic power.

After doing this big thing, she was also very tired.

She slept for several hours before she recovered.

Uncle Jiu's search for water sources has come to an end.

We can return to Renjia Town in the afternoon.

"The old procuress and the group of lackeys are dead, but my revenge is not over yet. The security team and the mayor's son are all accomplices. They are in the same group with the old procuress."

"Master, help me again and kill them all, then it can be regarded as real revenge."

After entering the Soul-Falling Banner, she got some nourishment, and after revenge, she resolved some obsessions.

Xia Yun's spiritual platform has gradually recovered some clarity and can communicate.

Lin Yu did not refuse her request.

He had originally suspected that the mayor's family had some secret collusion with those vampires.

Now Lu Jin and Deng Zibu have almost openly made enemies with Jiuquan Town.

And because the vampire incident exposed the connection between everyone, the mayor's family can also be regarded as his enemy.

In addition, he learned from Xia Yun about the vicious things that the mayor's family did. It can only be said that he has already found a way to die.

Now that Xia Yun wants to take revenge, he can save himself from going there in person.

It can be regarded as the best of both worlds.

"That's easy to say, you take a rest first, and then take action after nightfall."

"Thank you, master."

[Several miles of resentful killing, killing in a dream, you remotely controlled a curse killing event through the soul-falling flag, and gained curse killing experience +17...]

[Gained a new skill of curse killing lv1]

[Curse killing: opening the altar, killing thousands of miles away]

This curse killing technique is not unfamiliar to Lin Yu.

Not only the famous and upright sects, but also many wild Maoshans can use this method.

The only difference is that the forms of expression are different.

Some use paper figures, some make straw figures, which are all a form of curse.

The disaster of witchcraft in the Han Dynasty was also due to the taboo against this kind of magic.