Seeing that Shen Qing was really generous, they rushed to answer her questions.
"Yes! He also specifically instructed us not to let your death be too quick. After killing you, hang your body in the marketplace."
OK, OK.
Shen Jing, your butt is itchy again and you can't sit still.
"We didn't want to come, but she said you had just been tortured, so you must be easy to kill."
Very good, full of logic.
Shen Qing nodded and picked up a sword from the ground.
"You, you didn't say..."
Shen Qing raised his knife and cut everyone's neck. Then he picked up the gold ingot and wiped it on the black-clothed man's clothes.
"Give it to you, isn't that a waste?"
Do you really think she is a living Bodhisattva?
Shen Qing worked until midnight. After returning, he simply washed off the bloody smell on his body and fell asleep.
On the second day, a scream was heard from the bedroom in the west courtyard of the East Palace.
Qing He heard a quiet scream and quickly pushed the door open. She was so frightened that her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.
Ten corpses were hung neatly on the beams.
The corpses hung there like horrible decorations.
They were only wearing trousers and had bare upper bodies. The faces of the corpses were strangely distorted, with eyes wide open, as if they had seen an extremely horrific scene in the last moment of their lives.
They faced the silent bed, just hanging there quietly, as if they were still silently watching everything on the bed after death.
But it's still cloudy today.
Those pale faces looked even more eerie in the dim light, making people shudder.
The silence was almost suffocating.
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