Vol 2 Chapter 925: Hunting ground, shooting Liu Mo

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He still has to live like this for ten days.
However, compared with him, other people are much worse. This prisoner is a prisoner of death, but he has to wait for the time, but he is longer than him.
Just like the big man opposite, he was asked to ask after the fall, and for a full six months, that is, if the victim who had been harmed by him continued to buy his punishment, he would have to go at least half a year, one sentence in the morning. Work in the afternoon, and another day in the evening.
Of course, this is based on the fact that he can live for half a year.
Rice, Liu Mo has only eaten half after all, the top of the dry can still swallow a few mouths, the soup below, he really can not drink.
Putting the bowl underground, when he retracted his hand, he felt a faint gaze on the opposite side.
Looking up, sure enough, the opposite man was staring at him, and the bowl with half of his soup left.
Seeing that there was no jailer, Liu Mo reached out and pushed the bowl to the opposite side, just pushing it to the position where the big man could reach.
The big man immediately went crazy and stuck the railing to grab the bowl.
After grabbing it, hey, drink the rest of the soup that is not good to drink.
Liu Mo is only working in the afternoon every day. The big man opposite is still suffering from the punishment of the morning and evening. In comparison, the physical exertion of this big man is much faster than him.
Liu Mo looked at the other party and finished eating. He kept smashing the bowl and said: "I hope that after you leave, your new neighbor will leave you half of every meal."
Dahan didn't return to him. After cleaning the bowl, he dragged his disabled legs and stepped back. He retired to his haystack and lay down.
Liu Mo looked up and looked at the skylight that was really high on the top. The weak light could bring him fresh air outside.
Looking down, he looked at his hand again.
Because of the continuous farming work for several days, the young master who once had a good attitude, and the ten fingers did not touch Yang Chunshui, now has a thin coat on his hand, which is difficult to see and very rough.
After ten days, is he really going to be beheaded?
Liu Mo looked at his own hands and was somewhat confused.
He didn't kill, but he also knew that someone wanted him to die, so whether he killed or not was not the focus. The point is that he will die.
When he can't contact anyone, he may, really, be quietly killed in this strange land.
It’s just that he still doesn’t know who is going to kill him.
Who is he offended?
He is here, almost no one knows it. After paying for him, Fu Zichen sent him a piece of money and a ticket to Jiangnan.
He was arrested on the second day when he went to the dock. Leaving Kyoto is due to the entanglement of the Liu family.
But although he left, he was not without doubt. He wanted to go back to Fengzhou and ask the old housekeeper. He knew that his mother would not tell him, so he did not intend to go to his mother.
But he just saw the ship coming, and he came to the battle on all sides, tied him up with his hands and took him to Tuen Mun. Then he was accused of being a strange woman and committing adultery and killing.
He even saw that woman, but they convicted him.
No one listened to his argument.
Fresh air penetrated too little, after all, it was not able to resist the stench of the room. Liu Mo, even if he tried to get close to the skylight, tried to smell the odor that made him unbearable.
He lowered his eyebrows, sat back in the straw, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes again.
Perhaps, before working in the afternoon, he can still sleep again.
This time, no one should wake him up.
But the sky is not a wish, after half an hour, he is woken up again.
He made a certain determination through the skylight. It is still not in the afternoon, but there is already a servant, holding a handcuffs, opening the door and wearing it for him.
Liu Mo stretched his hands with numbness, and there were still some unconscious fascinating eyes.
At the same time, he heard a fierce voice next to him: "How is it so early to his mother! You are a dog hybrid, you don't want to take Laozi as a man!"
The voice of the man did not fall, and the whipping of the servant was accompanied.
Yes, the death penalty is not a person.
For Liu Mo to see him in the servant of Dai Li, he laughed a little and said: "You are a smart one."
Liu Mo took a look at this servant and asked: "Today is ahead of time, but there are other things to do."
The servant did not want to chat with him, and snorted, saying: "Follow it, that's so much."
The servant gave Liu Mo a good cloak and closed the door.
Go to the next cell and wear it to another person.
The servant went far, and Liu Mo did not know what to do, but he had to calm down and sit back in the haystack.
At this time, he felt the opposite look and cast it again.
He looked at it, and it was still the sight of the big man who was on the door.
"You don't have to go." Liu Mo said that he was affirmative, because he found that the servitude was chosen by some people, not the work of the past, everyone wears, so, that is, some people are Will not be taken away.
The big man at the door looked at him for a while.
Although in the past few days, he did not say a word with Liu Mo, but he ate the other half of the food for a few days. He seemed to hesitate for a while. The big man slowly opened his mouth, the hoarse voice, and a rusty saw. : "Left ten miles, after the third big stone, there is a pool."
"Well?" Suddenly heard this person talking, Liu Mo was still stunned.
But when he wants to ask again, the big man of the door will fall back into the haystack and face the wall, and he will not look at him.
Liu Mo frowned, didn't quite understand the words of this person, left ten miles? Where do you go from? farmland? No, there are five or six hundred acres of farmland expansion, and because it is the self-produced field of Tuen Mun, there are anti-whistle around. If you want to make an idea in the farmland, it is no worse than going to heaven.
Liu Mo could not understand, after a while, the servant came back, took his shackles, took him out, and continued to gather with other prisoners.
Liu Mo discovered that the ones that were taken out this time were all younger, the oldest, that is, in their thirties, and those who were disabled or old-fashioned remained in prison.
Why, is this extra life still a respect for the old and the young?
When he thought about it, he was covered with a black bag from the top of his head.
Immediately, he heard someone calling: "Fuck, what is this about his mother! Where do you want to bring Laozi to this group of dog breeds!"
It was still the fierce voice just now, but in exchange for it, it was still the beating of the servant.
Liu Mo was discovered at this time. Today, it seems to be different.
Wearing a hood on his head, Liu Mo could not see the road. He walked very slowly, but other people walked equally slowly, but after all, it was a few days away. Even if they could not see it, many people knew that they were not Going to the farmland.
They were taken to another place.
Dagger?
execution ground?
Their date of imprisonment has not yet arrived...
Many people have doubts in their hearts, but they dare not ask. The fierce man has sweared a few more words. It seems that he is not afraid of it because he is afraid.
When I left, I walked for about half an hour. When the black cover was taken down, they were already in a jungle.
The trees on all sides, the mottled roads, are really a forest.
"Go to his mother, the hunting ground!"
Someone yelled!
But more people do not understand why they were taken to the hunting grounds.
The servant took back the black cover and ignored all kinds of eyes of the criminals. He sneered and said: "Today's family banquet, paying the family's seven young masters together for a fun, banqueting friends, a tour at the hunting ground, you, I can run hard for a while, how to run when I want to run, remember, I want to run faster than those tiger deer, otherwise, they are shot under the arrow, they are not them, you are!"