Chapter 102: Torture and Killing Tie Xinyuan shuddered, involuntarily shrunk his body, and said to Fujiwara: "Can you give me a quilt?"
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ｒａｎｗｅｎ`” Fujiwara Ichika clapped his hands, and immediately a widow held a bed and handed it to Tie Xinyuan.
Tie Xinyuan smiled and thanked the widow, and then covered himself tightly with the quilt, revealing only his head and a locked hand.
Fujiwara Ichika sat down on a cushion and closed her eyes again in contemplation.
A woman's scream broke the calm atmosphere in the cellar, and Fujiwara Ichika stood up with a long knife in his hand, only to see a widow beating an injured woman.
Seeing the torn skirt of the widow, Fujiwara screamed angrily, and the widow let go of the wound in a stupid way, and did not need to break the skirt to cover her fleshy thighs, and returned to her sister group angrily.
Tie Xinyuan carefully shrank his body into a dark corner, and this time, he even covered his head.
A wounded soldier staggered to his feet, and when he passed by the maiden, he actually roared in a low voice, and then pressed the maiden to the ground, and for a time the sound of cracking silk came, the low roar of the wounded, and the screams of the maiden filled the entire cellar.
Fujiwara was furious, walked over with a long knife, and slashed the back of the wounded head with the back of the knife.
As soon as the wounded head tilted, he passed out.
Just as Fujiwara Ichika was about to pull up the fallen widow to the ground, her body stiffened suddenly, and a big swarthy hand was clasped on her plump buttocks and rubbed back and forth.
"Yaga!"
The long knife in Fujiwara's hand slashed backwards, only to hear a click, the hand was cut off by the long knife, and the red blood rushed out of the blood vessels, spraying the face of the widow who had just sat up.
The wounded man who had his severed hand didn't even know the pain, and with a beastly howl coming out of his throat, he grabbed Fujiwara Ichika's ankle tightly with his other hand, and pulled desperately into his arms.
The long knife in the hand of the furious Fujiwara Ichika slashed repeatedly, and after a few pops, the head of the injured number was cut open by her like a watermelon.
Blood splattered everywhere doused the candle.
Only the charcoal fire in the brazier glowed red.
Fujiwara Ichika excitedly said a long list of words in the Japanese language, and the Japanese girls also replied non-stop.
The smell of blood in the cellar was so strong that it was almost impossible to breathe, and Fujiwara wanted to open the door of the cellar and order someone to drag the corpses inside.
Just one step.
Her legs were held by a pair of strong arms, and a wounded soldier with a broken leg let out a strange smile from his mouth, and his ten fingers dragged down like a hook on her skirt.
Fujiwara looked coldly at the wound who tore his skirt, and the long knife had fallen on the wound's neck. but did not cut it down.
"Hasegawa, let go!"
Fujiwara Ichika couldn't have imagined that his house slave would dare to be so rude.
There was a big **** on his thigh, and that damn Hasegawa actually drooled on his leg.
Immediately after a sharp pain, Fujiwara's face twitched, and the long knife in his hand slashed hard.
The body fell, but the head was still hanging on her lap, and she struggled to shake off the head, and by the dim light of the brazier, the wounds in the cellar of Fujiwara Ichika stood up like ghosts, and invariably pounced on the few widows in the room.
This hellish scene made her heart break.
Tie Xinyuan was very busy, and was madly sawing the iron ring on the top of his head with a small saw hidden in his shoes.
The wind-ground copper that locked his left hand was made of something, and his little saw slipped off as soon as he put it on, and he had to set his sights on the thick iron ring.
Today's mushroom powder is very heavy, this kind of medicine powder that can arouse people's hearts and the darkest intentions, once it enters people's stomach, it will make people crazy in the shortest time.
Tie Xinyuan was very glad that he was locked closer to the door.
If you are locked in the innermost part by Fujiwara Ichika, God knows what kind of miserable end it will be.
Fortunately, those Japanese people are much more interested in Japanese girls and Fujiwara Ichika than they are in themselves.
The cellar is already in chaos.
There were swords everywhere, screams everywhere, wails everywhere.
Fujiwara's head was scattered, and the long knife was blocked left and right to deal with those crazy wounded soldiers.
Seeing that those widows were hacked to death by the wounded soldiers one by one, she screamed angrily, took a knife desperately, killed the wounded in front of her, and prepared to grope out along the wall.
Tie Xinyuan finally broke free, leaned over and picked up the brazier and poured incense on Fujiwara who was leaning against the wall.
Watching Fujiwara Ichika, who was covered in sparks, jumping and jumping off the sparks, he threw away the two oil lamps again.
Seeing the flames rising into the air, Tie Xinyuan turned around and rushed to the door of the cellar.
"Iron Heart Source—" Fujiwara shouted bitterly, and was immediately entangled by the crazy Japanese wounds.
Tie Xinyuan glanced at Fujiwara, who was rolling and fighting on the burning ground, and with a cruel smile, he opened the loose wooden door and took away the short sword he hung on the wall.
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After pulling the latch, he rolled out of the cellar door, closed it again with his backhand, and took a thick piece of firewood and stuffed it into the deadbolt.
Oshima had already gone to his mother's place, and Tie Xinyuan was anxious, knowing that it was too late to go now no matter what.
He rushed into the kitchen, brought out a large jar of vegetable oil, poured it all on the firewood, brought out the brazier from the hall, and poured the red charcoal fire on the firewood.
The door to the cellar was crackling, and I don't know who wanted to come out of the cellar.
The firewood pile was burning, and in a short time the flames climbed up the eaves.
Someone in the neighborhood began to shout for fire, Tie Xinyuan came out of the yard, hid his body in a dark place, and looked at the neighbors with buckets and basins with expressionless faces rushed in to put out the fire.
As the fire grew, neighbors on both sides began to cry and salvage their belongings from their homes, and there were suddenly fewer people fighting the fire.
A carriage stopped at the mouth of the alley, and Tie Xinyuan saw the low island get down from the carriage and come to the inner third floor, where the outer three floors surrounded the lively crowd, jumping to see the situation inside.
He silently emerged from the dark corner, and his short sword, a foot and a half long, pierced along Oshima's broad shoulders and back, reaching the handle.
The sword deliberately avoided Oshima's heart, and the short sword pierced the chest and lungs before revealing from the right chest.
Oshima turned around with difficulty, saw Tie Xinyuan with a gloomy face, opened his mouth to say something, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.
Tie Xinyuan half-carried and half-dragged Oshima to the carriage, sniffed the smell in the carriage carefully, and his tense face slowly relaxed.
There was no smell of the mother's jasmine aroma in the carriage, which meant that Oshima had not caught his mother.
The short sword had no blood groove, so it was tightly clamped by Oshima's muscles, and only a small amount of blood flowed out, Tie Xinyuan waited for Oshima to spit out the blood in his lungs, and then asked softly, "Who else?"
” Oshima couldn't move, and his mouth was open as if he was laughing.
Tie Xinyuan twisted the hilt of his sword lightly and asked again, "Who else?"
” Oshima spat out a few miserable blood bubbles, still laughing.
"Fujiwara Ichika is dead, I don't know if those injuries had a chance to kiss Yoshizawa before she was burned to death, in short, she is dead.
The Sensoji temple she wanted to build has come to naught, the man named Ami will never be seen again, and you're dying. ” Oshima's eyes spit out, and he reached out and pinched his hands around Tie Xinyuan's neck, Tie Xinyuan didn't pay attention, it was already a miracle that Oshima could raise his arm at this time.
His hand reached into Oshima's arms, took out all the contents and put them into a burlap bag, and then slapped Oshima's hand on his shoulder.
A short sword pierced Oshima's lungs, affecting his breathing.
Tie Xinyuan looked at Oshima's dead fish-like eyes, and drew his short sword, and there was a strange hissing sound on the wound, which was the lobe of his lungs inhaling.
Blood did not spurt out of the wound and eventually gushed out of his mouth.
Tie Xinyuan jumped out of the carriage and stabbed the horse in the ass with his short sword, and the horse neighed and dragged the carriage towards the deserted alley.
Tie Xinyuan ran to the Seventh Brother Soup Cake Shop as fast as possible, and saw Mama Zhang sitting behind the tall counter collecting money from a distance.
Looks like there's nothing going on here.
Tie Xinyuan dragged heavy footsteps into the Seventh Brother Soup Cake Shop, and said to Mama Zhang weakly: "Where is my mother?"
” Mama Zhang looked at Tie Xinyuan angrily and whispered: "I was stunned, and now I am still lying in Qiaozhuang."
Look at you, what kind of people are you recruiting all day long, my wife and I are scared out of the world by that two-headed man, where can your mother stand this. ” Tie Xinyuan patted his stomach and said, "Auntie gave me a bowl of noodles, I'm dying of hunger, I'll go to my mother when I'm full." ” Hearing Tie Xinyuan shouting that he was hungry, Mama Zhang realized that Tie Xinyuan's whole body was already dirty and couldn't see anyone.
Hurriedly pushed him to the small room in the store, asked the guy to fetch a large basin of water, and urged him to wash up quickly, clean up and then go to Qiaozhuang outside the city.
With his appearance, if Wang Rouhua saw it, he might have to faint.
After washing, I ate a big bowl of noodles with pickles, and every pore seemed to have a refreshing strength.
Hell and the world are actually only separated by a wall, and if you are not careful, you will step into another world.
After eating, Tie Xinyuan used his short sword to carry his small linen package, stepped out of the Tokyo City Gate with a bright sword, and threw it straight towards Qiaozhuang.
(To be continued.) ) PS: Chapter 2