The air seemed to be frozen, terrible and silent, and you could only hear the sound of the lake wind and waves outside the window.
Cheng Zijie put Zhao Changlei on the ground, immediately pulled out his short knife and came to the door, pressed his ear to the door, and listened to the movements of the two guards outside the door.
I heard one person sitting in the corner of the door snoring, while the other person smacked his lips, obviously knowing nothing about his arrival
After a while of quiet, a slave finally stepped forward and looked at Zhao Changlei and whispered: Lei Zi! Last time you followed the team to fight Huangyun Mountain, but you never came back. We thought you were dead.
Cheng Zijie looked at the talking slave. He just realized from the conversation between the slaves that he had some prestige among the slaves.
Sure enough, Zhao Changlei laughed in a low voice: Third uncle, I am not dead. That time I was arrested by Boss Cheng in Jiaozhou. Boss Cheng saved my life, so I followed Boss Cheng.
The eyes of the slaves immediately turned to Cheng Zijie by the door. Cheng Zijie turned around and nodded slightly to them, indicating that everyone should not speak. So the slaves turned to Zhao Changlei again, and the leading slave whispered: He is...
Yes, this is the third uncle of Mr. Cheng, who is good at others. You should have heard of Zhu's surname who is surnamed Zhu and think of ways to indignate him again and again. You should also know that this time, Mr. Cheng could not bear it anymore. He personally brought people to deal with Mr. Cheng, who is surnamed Zhu, is kind-hearted. He is afraid that his subordinates and brothers will suffer too much casualties, and is afraid that he will hurt innocent people by accident. So he wants you to cooperate with others inside and outside. As long as you can kill someone named Zhu, everyone will be free. You can watch me. I eat well under Mr. Cheng, well dressed well. I have a separate room and a gun. The bullet tube is enough to smoke, drink, and watch TV. Mr. Cheng also asked me to marry two wives. Every night, I can hug my wife and sleep with my wife. Those who are arrested with me, and those who refuse to return to the Jade Buddha Temple are like this. Zhao Changlei lowered his voice and said in one breath:Don’t treat people as coolies in the house, and everyone has a stable life. Not to mention anything else, just say that Boss Cheng himself is the same as us every day when he eats, and treats us like brothers.
The slaves fell silent again, but most of them looked at each other, obviously they were full of yearning for Zhao Changlei's words.
Cheng Zijie was a little nervous. After all, this was in the territory of Zhu Laowu. If there was any trouble, it would be troublesome.
Zhao Changlei also seemed very nervous and was about to say something else, the slave leader pondered: This... Lei Zi... Although we are living a hard life now, our lives are still stable... If we help Boss Cheng, maybe...
Third uncle! Are you really willing to continue living like this? Look at you. Zhao Changlei was a little excited and pointed at the shops of the slaves.
Each of these slaves had only a dirty and ragged bedding, which was spread on the floor of this large office. Everyone was also unkempt, with dish-colored faces, worn-out clothes, like a group of beggars, and smelled all over their bodies, which was completely incomparable to Zhao Changlei, who was now full of energy.
Zhao Changlei continued: If you don’t seize the opportunity this time, when will such a life end in the future? Third uncle, Brother Feng? When I left, Brother Feng’s foot was cut in the field. What about others? If you are afraid, I will ask him if he is willing to do something with Boss Cheng.
The slave head suddenly turned dark and after a long time, he whispered: His feet became inflamed later... The man surnamed Zhu did not treat him... Later on, the people were not able to do it... Before they died, they thought he could not do anything, so they threw him... into the lake
Zhao Changlei's voice changed suddenly: Brother Feng... Third uncle, Brother Feng and I agreed to... Whoever can find a good place to go must bring each other... I was desperately reluctant to come back here, and finally lived a good life under Boss Cheng... It's a pity...
I know that you have a good relationship with Feng'er, just like your brother... Alas... Feng'er died, Zhen'er... Zhen'er died too... If I were alone, I wouldn't have much to worry about in my life... There are more than a dozen people here now, if I take everyone to fight Boss Cheng, what if...
Xiaozhen died?...How did you die? Zhao Changlei interrupted the third uncles all at once. The third uncle shook his head: Last time he was taken away by a bastard named Su Xing... After two days, he saw them throwing her naked into the lake...
Xiaozhen... Zhao Changlei's voice choked up, he squatted on the ground with his face, and suddenly punched the floor hard
At this time, a slave in the corner stood up and looked at Zhao Changlei and said: Dalei, I didn’t stay with Boss Cheng last time, I really regret it now... Uncle San, what Dalei said is true. I also watched the days when Boss Cheng arrested me. He is much better than here. There is no such thing as not being a human being. Uncle San has been regretting it since he came back. Now that he sees Dalei living so well, I can’t live like this again. If you take us to do something like this, right?
Cheng Zijie felt aroused, looked at the slave who spoke, and recognized him as one of the two prisoners he had driven away.
He did not stay firmly that day. Now he saw Zhao Changlei who never left without leaving now, and his face was full of regret and envy.
At this time, another slave also stepped forward and said: Uncle San, we had more than 40 people at the beginning. It took only 33 to stay... Aming was beaten to death... Lao Wu and Bo Feng got sick. It was originally a cold, and even if it was not cured, it would be cured... But they forced Lao Wu and Bo Feng to go to the lake every day... and dragged it to death... and Luo Luo...
The other two slaves also agreed: It's Ah or Ah, Uncle San... If this continues, we will either die of exhaustion or illness one day... It's better to take advantage of Boss Cheng and Da Lei here... It's better to live a good life. Even if we can't live a life that is worse than a pig or a dog every day...
To Ah, Boss Cheng said he wanted to beat someone with the surname Zhu. If we don’t follow Boss Cheng, we will be forced to be cannon fodder by someone with the surname Zhu... The last time the person who went to Huangyun Mountain was beaten like that by Boss Cheng, we will die as a cannon fodder...
Uncle San, let’s take a try! We all agreed to run away together when Boss Cheng was not here just now. Now Boss Cheng is here, and he can bring us the life we live with us. This is the opportunity we are waiting for...
There were more and more slaves who agreed, and the room became a little noisy, and finally woke up the guards at the door.
A guy stood up lazily, pushed open the door, and shouted: What are you doing! It's midnight, do you want to rebel? Before he finished speaking, Cheng Zijie next to the door covered his mouth, and then the cold blade cut off his throat.
The guy stared at his eyes, clattered twice in his throat, and soon collapsed into Cheng Zijie's arms.
Another guard slowly opened his eyes, but saw Cheng Zijie standing in front of him. Before he could shout, a sharp sword light flashed by, allowing him to accompany his companions.
The slaves watched Cheng Zijie's ghostly movements and silently killed the two guards, as if they were cutting two pieces of tofu, they were both shocked and scared, and they were speechless.
Cheng Zijie picked up the bodies of two guards and returned to the room, carefully closed the door, and spoke to the slaves for the first time: Everyone, you woke them up, I had no choice but to thunder. These two people died and would be found here at any time, and it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. If they really don't want to, let's leave.
Zhao Changlei stood up, looked at the slaves in the room, and shook his head helplessly: Uncle San, you don’t want to do this? Ming'er, the surname Zhu knows that these two people died here. How do you explain? What will happen? Uncle San, fight with Boss Cheng, don’t you want to avenge Brother Feng and Xiaozhen?
The slave leader, Uncle San, stared blankly at the two corpses at the corner of the wall. The Adam's apple rolled violently for a while, and finally turned to the other slaves and said: Now this is the case... we can only follow Boss Cheng and fight with everyone, right? It's better to be a cow and horse here, and I'm thrown into the lake to feed fish one day. Before he finished speaking, a slave interrupted him: Uncle San! Now everyone is on the same boat, and they have to do it, and they have to do it even if they don't... The guy said, looking at the corpse of the guards under the corner of the wall, suddenly grabbed a corpse and took off the rifle from his back, tremblingly raised it, and said to the slaves:Now that I don’t do it, there is only one way to die. I don’t know how miserable I will die with Boss Cheng. Even if I die, I can die happily. If I am lucky, I can still live like Dalei. Who wouldn’t do it if I don’t do it? I, I will beat him to death first...
Cheng Zijie was shocked, and the third uncle quickly said: Douzi! Put down the gun, everyone is brother, talk carefully
The slave holding the gun started to cry and trembled all over: Uncle San, I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore, I want to say anything today, I have to fight Zhu Laowu's life
Uncle San sighed and stepped forward to hold the barrel of the gun in his hand: Douzi, don't worry, everyone is willing to do it, I know your cousin... Alas, okay, let's not say it, everyone is willing to follow Boss Cheng.
I am willing I am willing I am willing for a moment I saw the crowds of hope surging.
Cheng Zijie put Zhao Changlei on the ground, immediately pulled out his short knife and came to the door, pressed his ear to the door, and listened to the movements of the two guards outside the door.
I heard one person sitting in the corner of the door snoring, while the other person smacked his lips, obviously knowing nothing about his arrival
After a while of quiet, a slave finally stepped forward and looked at Zhao Changlei and whispered: Lei Zi! Last time you followed the team to fight Huangyun Mountain, but you never came back. We thought you were dead.
Cheng Zijie looked at the talking slave. He just realized from the conversation between the slaves that he had some prestige among the slaves.
Sure enough, Zhao Changlei laughed in a low voice: Third uncle, I am not dead. That time I was arrested by Boss Cheng in Jiaozhou. Boss Cheng saved my life, so I followed Boss Cheng.
The eyes of the slaves immediately turned to Cheng Zijie by the door. Cheng Zijie turned around and nodded slightly to them, indicating that everyone should not speak. So the slaves turned to Zhao Changlei again, and the leading slave whispered: He is...
Yes, this is the third uncle of Mr. Cheng, who is good at others. You should have heard of Zhu's surname who is surnamed Zhu and think of ways to indignate him again and again. You should also know that this time, Mr. Cheng could not bear it anymore. He personally brought people to deal with Mr. Cheng, who is surnamed Zhu, is kind-hearted. He is afraid that his subordinates and brothers will suffer too much casualties, and is afraid that he will hurt innocent people by accident. So he wants you to cooperate with others inside and outside. As long as you can kill someone named Zhu, everyone will be free. You can watch me. I eat well under Mr. Cheng, well dressed well. I have a separate room and a gun. The bullet tube is enough to smoke, drink, and watch TV. Mr. Cheng also asked me to marry two wives. Every night, I can hug my wife and sleep with my wife. Those who are arrested with me, and those who refuse to return to the Jade Buddha Temple are like this. Zhao Changlei lowered his voice and said in one breath:Don’t treat people as coolies in the house, and everyone has a stable life. Not to mention anything else, just say that Boss Cheng himself is the same as us every day when he eats, and treats us like brothers.
The slaves fell silent again, but most of them looked at each other, obviously they were full of yearning for Zhao Changlei's words.
Cheng Zijie was a little nervous. After all, this was in the territory of Zhu Laowu. If there was any trouble, it would be troublesome.
Zhao Changlei also seemed very nervous and was about to say something else, the slave leader pondered: This... Lei Zi... Although we are living a hard life now, our lives are still stable... If we help Boss Cheng, maybe...
Third uncle! Are you really willing to continue living like this? Look at you. Zhao Changlei was a little excited and pointed at the shops of the slaves.
Each of these slaves had only a dirty and ragged bedding, which was spread on the floor of this large office. Everyone was also unkempt, with dish-colored faces, worn-out clothes, like a group of beggars, and smelled all over their bodies, which was completely incomparable to Zhao Changlei, who was now full of energy.
Zhao Changlei continued: If you don’t seize the opportunity this time, when will such a life end in the future? Third uncle, Brother Feng? When I left, Brother Feng’s foot was cut in the field. What about others? If you are afraid, I will ask him if he is willing to do something with Boss Cheng.
The slave head suddenly turned dark and after a long time, he whispered: His feet became inflamed later... The man surnamed Zhu did not treat him... Later on, the people were not able to do it... Before they died, they thought he could not do anything, so they threw him... into the lake
Zhao Changlei's voice changed suddenly: Brother Feng... Third uncle, Brother Feng and I agreed to... Whoever can find a good place to go must bring each other... I was desperately reluctant to come back here, and finally lived a good life under Boss Cheng... It's a pity...
I know that you have a good relationship with Feng'er, just like your brother... Alas... Feng'er died, Zhen'er... Zhen'er died too... If I were alone, I wouldn't have much to worry about in my life... There are more than a dozen people here now, if I take everyone to fight Boss Cheng, what if...
Xiaozhen died?...How did you die? Zhao Changlei interrupted the third uncles all at once. The third uncle shook his head: Last time he was taken away by a bastard named Su Xing... After two days, he saw them throwing her naked into the lake...
Xiaozhen... Zhao Changlei's voice choked up, he squatted on the ground with his face, and suddenly punched the floor hard
At this time, a slave in the corner stood up and looked at Zhao Changlei and said: Dalei, I didn’t stay with Boss Cheng last time, I really regret it now... Uncle San, what Dalei said is true. I also watched the days when Boss Cheng arrested me. He is much better than here. There is no such thing as not being a human being. Uncle San has been regretting it since he came back. Now that he sees Dalei living so well, I can’t live like this again. If you take us to do something like this, right?
Cheng Zijie felt aroused, looked at the slave who spoke, and recognized him as one of the two prisoners he had driven away.
He did not stay firmly that day. Now he saw Zhao Changlei who never left without leaving now, and his face was full of regret and envy.
At this time, another slave also stepped forward and said: Uncle San, we had more than 40 people at the beginning. It took only 33 to stay... Aming was beaten to death... Lao Wu and Bo Feng got sick. It was originally a cold, and even if it was not cured, it would be cured... But they forced Lao Wu and Bo Feng to go to the lake every day... and dragged it to death... and Luo Luo...
The other two slaves also agreed: It's Ah or Ah, Uncle San... If this continues, we will either die of exhaustion or illness one day... It's better to take advantage of Boss Cheng and Da Lei here... It's better to live a good life. Even if we can't live a life that is worse than a pig or a dog every day...
To Ah, Boss Cheng said he wanted to beat someone with the surname Zhu. If we don’t follow Boss Cheng, we will be forced to be cannon fodder by someone with the surname Zhu... The last time the person who went to Huangyun Mountain was beaten like that by Boss Cheng, we will die as a cannon fodder...
Uncle San, let’s take a try! We all agreed to run away together when Boss Cheng was not here just now. Now Boss Cheng is here, and he can bring us the life we live with us. This is the opportunity we are waiting for...
There were more and more slaves who agreed, and the room became a little noisy, and finally woke up the guards at the door.
A guy stood up lazily, pushed open the door, and shouted: What are you doing! It's midnight, do you want to rebel? Before he finished speaking, Cheng Zijie next to the door covered his mouth, and then the cold blade cut off his throat.
The guy stared at his eyes, clattered twice in his throat, and soon collapsed into Cheng Zijie's arms.
Another guard slowly opened his eyes, but saw Cheng Zijie standing in front of him. Before he could shout, a sharp sword light flashed by, allowing him to accompany his companions.
The slaves watched Cheng Zijie's ghostly movements and silently killed the two guards, as if they were cutting two pieces of tofu, they were both shocked and scared, and they were speechless.
Cheng Zijie picked up the bodies of two guards and returned to the room, carefully closed the door, and spoke to the slaves for the first time: Everyone, you woke them up, I had no choice but to thunder. These two people died and would be found here at any time, and it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. If they really don't want to, let's leave.
Zhao Changlei stood up, looked at the slaves in the room, and shook his head helplessly: Uncle San, you don’t want to do this? Ming'er, the surname Zhu knows that these two people died here. How do you explain? What will happen? Uncle San, fight with Boss Cheng, don’t you want to avenge Brother Feng and Xiaozhen?
The slave leader, Uncle San, stared blankly at the two corpses at the corner of the wall. The Adam's apple rolled violently for a while, and finally turned to the other slaves and said: Now this is the case... we can only follow Boss Cheng and fight with everyone, right? It's better to be a cow and horse here, and I'm thrown into the lake to feed fish one day. Before he finished speaking, a slave interrupted him: Uncle San! Now everyone is on the same boat, and they have to do it, and they have to do it even if they don't... The guy said, looking at the corpse of the guards under the corner of the wall, suddenly grabbed a corpse and took off the rifle from his back, tremblingly raised it, and said to the slaves:Now that I don’t do it, there is only one way to die. I don’t know how miserable I will die with Boss Cheng. Even if I die, I can die happily. If I am lucky, I can still live like Dalei. Who wouldn’t do it if I don’t do it? I, I will beat him to death first...
Cheng Zijie was shocked, and the third uncle quickly said: Douzi! Put down the gun, everyone is brother, talk carefully
The slave holding the gun started to cry and trembled all over: Uncle San, I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore, I want to say anything today, I have to fight Zhu Laowu's life
Uncle San sighed and stepped forward to hold the barrel of the gun in his hand: Douzi, don't worry, everyone is willing to do it, I know your cousin... Alas, okay, let's not say it, everyone is willing to follow Boss Cheng.
I am willing I am willing I am willing for a moment I saw the crowds of hope surging.
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