Cen Zhen II

People were digging with old iron tools under the scorching sun. When they were summoned by Lord Sima, they had no idea why they had to dig such a big hole.

In the distance, a group of soldiers pressed down a line of people and dragons. Some curious people grabbed the edge with both hands under the pothole, propped up their bodies, stuck their heads out, and tried to see what was going on.

What made them curious was that the voices were different, but the same mournful wailing.

"Look, believe it or not, you are also tied in?" A soldier supervising the digging, slowly crouching on the edge of the flat, said casually to the people who were called to dig the hole.

Everyone understood at once, what was going to happen next, and nervously returned to the big hole that could drown their heads and dig soil.

There seems to be a bright red strip on the road that the people walk through, and some people in the people line are lying dead on the ground, and some people kneel on the ground when the soldiers stop, and keep going 's nodding.

There are also some people, even though their hands and feet are bound by ropes and they can only move with difficulty, they still raise their heads and puff out their chests.

In the face of fear, there is no way to hide what a person really looks like.

Zidan sat on a carriage not far from the crowd, showing impatience, holding the bronze handle of the whip in his hand, rubbing it repeatedly.

A soldier who looked like a follower walked up to the crowd and announced to the crowd of no less than 500 people with a loud voice; the people who were digging in the pit could only vaguely hear that the great rebel thief Qu Wu and the temptress Xia Ji. , and then a more mournful cry covered the voice of the follower's announcement.

"Fortunately, at that time your letter hadn't chased Xia Ji out yet," Zi Zhong's carriage slowly drove in after the announcement, aligning with Zi Fan's carriage.

Zi Anti said nothing, his face was as dark as an ant coin and savage.

Ignoring Zi Fan's sullenness, Zi Zhong was unmoved and didn't feel offended at all, and then said, "You should really thank that kid for stealing your letter, having the courage to break into the palace, and it's definitely not something in the pool. "You don't have to be so unhappy," he said, with a smile on his lips. "Watson and Elder Xiang's clansmen have given you the foundation of a new fief. Isn't that enough to vent your hatred?"

Human life, in the dialogue between the two brothers Zifan and Zizhong, is like a domestic animal, and they are disposed of at will.

Zitan frowned deeper, feeling as if he was in a hurry to do something, but he couldn't decide for a long time, like a selective barrier like he couldn't decide whether to eat dog meat or turtle for dinner.

The sun was still hot, and the crowds in twos and threes in the pit continued to dig. Zi Zhong couldn’t help but feel a little impatient on his face, so he summoned his entourage and whispered a few words.

The soldiers who escorted the people began to push the people who were unwilling to move forward, and poked at the people with weapons. The seemingly innocuous movements really forced the people to go to the pothole.

The bright red on the ground was no longer a straight line, and gradually faded to form a circle.

A bunch of people fell into the pit, and there were bursts of screams from the pit diggers. Some people reacted, throwing tools and trying to climb out of the pit, but the soldiers who were supervising the digging outside the pit stabbed them back into the pit with weapons. middle.

"Don't build a new palace that is too big," Zi Zhong signaled to his groom to turn around in his car. "It will be troublesome to make your little sister unhappy then."

A large cloud of dark clouds floated from the sky, covering the entire land. The thunder was faintly roaring, and the gradually drowned screams were intertwined with the accompaniment from the sky.