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Fang Xing walked to the door of the execution room. He sniffed and said, "An Lun, why?"
The men of Jinyiwei had already begun to take over from the sergeants, and some of them climbed to the roof as dexterously as apes using their hands and feet.
There was silence inside. Shen Yang came over and pointed inside, then looked at Fang Xing with questioning eyes.
Fang Xing did not have Zhu Zhanji¡¯s authorization, but Shenyang still asked him for instructions, which was taking a risk.
"An Lun, why?"
Fang Xing just asked again.
An Lun's voice came faintly from inside: "Thank you, Uncle Xinghe, for coming. Our family our family has a blood feud with Yan Dajian."
Fang Xing suddenly realized that the reason An Lun did not want to enter the palace was because he was worried that he would not be able to take revenge.
It is difficult to come out from the emperor's side. Even if he comes out, he can't attack important ministers like Yan Dajian without Dongchang in his hands.
With all the doubts cleared, Shen Yang asked: "What grudge?"
¡°Ho ho ho¡¡±
An Lun suddenly laughed, his voice shrill, like a night owl.
Fang Xing heard someone making a whining sound inside, it should be Yan Dajian.
He is not dead yet!
Fang Xing felt a little more relieved and said, "What about the blood feud? As long as you are reasonable, His Majesty will naturally make the decision for you."
"Thank you, Uncle Xinghe."
An Lun stopped his irritating laughter, and then said: "We have put the knife on Yan Dajian's neck now. If someone rushes in, he will die first!"
Shen Yang said in a deep voice: "But you can't run away either!"
"Our family has never thought of running away today!"
An Lun's voice was cold.
"Help!"
Yan Dajian¡¯s cry for help suddenly came from inside, followed by screams.
Fang Xing had never heard such screams before.
He felt his scalp was numb and his skin was covered in goosebumps.
"ah!"
The screams continued.
Shen Yang woke up with his eyes wide open, and there was a sharp look in his eyes.
He was ready to break in.
Fang Xing shook his head and whispered: "I'll go in!"
Knowing that this was Fang Xing's attempt to save An Lun at the end, Shen Yang nodded, then turned around and kicked him.
Bang!
Shenyang¡¯s leg strength is not bad, but he didn¡¯t kick open the door.
When he staggered back, An Lun's scream came from inside.
"You bastard, your son tortured and killed my sister back then!"
Xin Laoqi was about to take action when Fang Xing waved his hand after hearing this, and then slowly walked to the door.
"Who are you? I don't know you!"
An Lun probably stopped, and two gasps came from inside.
"Yan Dajian, do you still remember Anjia back then? You bastard, when my mother and sister entered your home, I entered the palace"
Fang Xing lowered his eyes slightly, probably knowing some direction.
"Your family was not qualified to keep slaves at that time, but you, a sanctimonious bastard, had slaves all over the Yan family."
Slavery has always been a big problem, and the Ming Dynasty had strict restrictions on it.
But decisions from above are often treated as waste paper below.
"But my sister"
There were no lights in the execution room, and Yan Dajian was tied to a wooden pillar in a large shape, naked all over.
An Lun held a short knife in his left hand and an awl in his right hand. His facial features were all squeezed together and his voice was shrill.
"That bastard Yan Chunhui wanted to use force on my sister, but my mother stopped him. That bastard actually had my mother beaten to death, and then"
An Lun looked up to the sky and cried: "Our family has finally made a difference, but when we sent someone there, we got bad news. My mother, my sister my last relative you bastard!"
Yan Dajian finally knew the origin of his catastrophe. He said in panic: "I don't know, I don't know. It must have been done by a servant. If you let me go, I will find that person Thousands of swords." Cut into pieces, cut into pieces with a thousand cuts.¡±
An Lun lowered his head, tears sliding down his cheeks.
He choked and said: "Mom, sister"
His voice was full of admiration. Yan Dajian was shocked and struggled hard.
An Lun¡¯s face gradually gained a smile, which was very warm.
"Mother, sister, Yan Dajian and his family will not survive. I will come soon! "
He found a few iron drills from the torture instruments. When he turned around, the smile on his face became a little weird.
Yan Dajian then remembered An Lun¡¯s reputation for making the tortured go crazy. He was trembling all over and shouted: "Spare my life, Mr. An, spare your life"
An Lun walked over slowly, he chuckled and said: "This is an iron drill. It doesn't look eye-catching, but you know, our family sent someone with these four iron drills to find a Taoist who can do the magic"
Yan Dajian didn't know what An Lun was going to do, but a chill came from his back and spread all over his body in an instant.
He roared: "You are a witch! Your Majesty will destroy your three clans!"
An Lun smiled and said: "My mother knelt down and begged them to take in my sister, but those so-called relatives refused to reach out. Since then, I have no relatives."
Yan Dajian hoped that someone would break in, but now there was no sound outside, obviously waiting.
They are waiting for the results of the 'trial'.
Yan Dajian felt cold in his heart. He knew he was finished.
Even if he is rescued, the emperor will have his past thoroughly investigated.
His past flashed through his mind like a lantern, and then his face turned pale.
I am dead!
An Lun¡¯s voice was lowered, with a hint of confusion.
"That Taoist's magic on the iron drill can make your soul fly away, and your descendants will be slaves and maids for generations You have a granddaughter I heard that you love her very much She will live and give birth to countless children"
"No!"
Yan Dajian subconsciously begged: "Please let her go, she is still a child!"
"Then isn't my sister a child?"
An Lun said coldly: "Yan Dajian, God is watching you!"
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
The Jin Yiwei on the roof was ordered to poke a hole in the roof and prepare to observe the situation inside.
The skylight shines straight down from the roof.
The beam of light flashed slightly, and countless dust particles were flying inside, as if countless little people were dancing and shouting inside
An Lun stared blankly at the flying dust in the light beam, and then the light beam disappeared, and the hole was covered by an eye on the roof.
He lowered his head slightly and sighed: "What are you thinking about?"
Tears fell from Yan Dajian's eyes, and he begged: "Let my son go! Please."
"Yan Chunhui?"
Yan Dajian nodded and said with a smile: "I will bear all the sins."
An Lun sighed softly, his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell.
"That's the culprit!"
He walked up to Yan Dajian, held a slender iron drill in his right hand and slowly squatted down.
Yan Dajian hissed: "What are you going to do? You madman, what are you going to do?"
He felt like death was peering at him from the side.
He panicked.
An Lun slowly raised his head, looked into Yan Dajian's eyes, and said, "For my mother."
He waved his right hand vigorously.
The iron hammer pierced through the instep of Yan Dajian's left foot like lightning, and then penetrated deeply into the ground.
"ah¡¡"
The screams were so shrill that the guard on the roof was startled and then moved away.
The beam of light comes again.
An Lun squatted beside the light beam and looked at Yan Dajian quietly.
He also held three iron drills in his left hand. He slowly picked up one with his right hand and said, "For my mother."
He repeated this sentence again, and Jin Yiwei, who was about to come back to observe on the roof, felt creepy and looked down.
Fang Xing is right outside the door. If he doesn't move, no one can get in.
On the edge of the light pillar, An Lun stabbed hard with the iron drill in his right hand. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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