The two men rode horses, tied the reins to the colonnade, and searched around the house exhibition in the opposite direction. They acted together to feed hungry wolves, but they understood each other. Although they were thick and abnormal, they walked in a lighter and more agile way. However, they should be good at hand-to-hand combat. It seems that they can split a person’s bones with their bare hands.

After turning around the house for three times, they came to the front and back doors of the house and broke in at the same time. Soon they came. Ai Long was holding a candle wick in his hand and twisted it together. Byron was holding half of ham and white tibia in his hand like carrying a chicken leg. They put these things in the saddle basket on horseback. Rigbage turned over and the horse didn’t use language gestures to command. Even a few people went around the barn and slammed into the corral door. However, they saw an old mule in front of them. They climbed the stable floor and trampled on the haystack with a thick place and stabbed them with sabre.
They didn’t run fast because they were too cumbersome to carry weapons. Those pieces hastily pieced together looked like some darker prehistoric antique. A chain was hung with a sharpened plow and kept swinging back and forth. An old spade was smashed to make the file narrow and barely speared. A pine stick was nailed with many horseshoes at one end.
Geiger asked them to run for a while first, then put the carbine on their shoulders and knocked it down. Two people ran in the head. When they fell down, the weapon jingled, and the last person was today. The prisoner raised his hands and turned to face them. Geiger looked at him for a while. He didn’t wear shoes. He dug his toes into the soil, and it seemed that he was not stable enough. He licked his thumb and wiped it with Spencer’s carbine sight. Then he raised his gun. The beaded sight controlled the door. The man still held the mace over his head and looked like a savage in an insert.
Gefang gun butt leaned on the ground and gently held the barrel in one hand.
Throw that stick away or I’ll send them over and tear you up.
The prisoner looked at the two big men and threw sticks at their feet.
Good. Greg said don’t move there
They all went to the prisoner. Ai Long grabbed him by the back of his neck and picked him up like a puppy. Then they turned their attention to two people. One was dead, with little blood and almost no blood. The other was ejected through the large intestine. He was still alive, but he was not far from death. He stretched his pants to his knees and put two fingers into the wound. Then he looked at them and cried, I was killed.
Several militiamen gathered around him, but as soon as they smelled the bad smell in the air, they quickly retreated. At this time, the prisoner made a few moves as if to go to see his inverted friend Ai Long. The palm of his hand knocked on the side of his head. He took out a piece of black board cigarette, bit it in his mouth, cut it off with a knife against his lips, and put the rest back in his pocket. Every time he spat brown smoke, he kicked the soil on his toes to cover it. It seemed that he was very concerned about leaving traces on the ground.
The shot man lay on his back and blinked, which seemed to confuse him the day before. His mouth was moving and talking, but his hair was dry and dumb. His eyes were closed, but his fingers would twitch slightly for a long time. People would have died. His blood injection was incredible, and the grass around him was dyed red and soaked in blood, which was as greasy as linoleum. The blood finally stopped. He opened his eyes again, but his eyes were dim and confused.
They guessed that he should be dead.
Birch was going to spit smoke into his eyes to see if he would blink, but Greg said he wouldn’t tempt him. He was dead.
This guy died one step before you, like an old man, Birch said to the prisoner
The prisoner didn’t do anything. He said, "Cut the crap. Find me something to tie his hands so that we can drag him back to the city."
The teenager got a rope from his horse’s back, but when Ge bent down to tie his hand, the prisoner suddenly went crazy. It was inevitable that he would rather die than be tied. He kicked wildly. He put his foot on Ge’s thigh but didn’t kick Real Ge. The two big men rushed to arrest him, but he was so crazy that he couldn’t see which side would take over. His hands and feet were not idle and slammed into each other. He kept screaming and trembling, and almost people couldn’t stand it. Even so, they finally pushed him to the ground and tied his wrists and ankles.
I’d rather let the dog bite, he said
Gepperbach went into the room to get a straight-backed chair, and everyone started to press him on the chair, tying him together with the chair, tying his arms to his sides and tying his neck with a rope. Now his fingers can still twist like an overturned turtle.
Well, Greg said, let’s see how he bites me.
Berch said, I’ve heard this word, which means how fantastic a person can become.
They squatted on the ground to catch their breath. The prisoner was still struggling until his neck was bleeding from the rope. Byron Ai Long rested his forearm and put it on his thick thigh. He sucked a few wounds, then took a handkerchief to dust off the black clothes and wiped off the prisoner’s footprints on his white pants thigh. Berch raised his left hand and looked at the long nails. The remaining half was still attached to him. He took a knife and cut them off, cursing and cursing.
Ai Long said that there was a sledge, and we could put him in a chair and pull him into the city.
But Kege said, but now I want to move him to the grass house and hang him in the rafters with a rope around his neck and push him out of the door.
You can’t hang a sitting person, Birch said
I can’t say I want to know what I can’t fuck. I’ve seen it with my own eyes
Even if it is, it will still look better if we catch someone back every once in a while
Several people tried to discuss it for a while, and finally agreed with Burch. When they gathered around the chair, they lifted it up and tied it with a sledge, then set a mule and headed for the city. The prisoner’s head kept bumping all the way, and he even lost his will to keep his head steady.
The world won’t last long, and the prisoner finally shouted that the emperor would not allow it to go on like this.
When he finished, Ada Ruby left the court and walked home, their hearts were heavy. At first, no one spoke. Later, they talked about the prisoner story on the road. Ada thought it was just an exaggeration. Ruby decided that it was true because it exactly showed what people could do. After about a mile or two, they argued about whether it was a place full of danger and fear, or whether people should strive for happiness, even though the black hand was held high in a fist and could fall at any time.
By the time they reached the fork river in the west of Gehe River, the sun was already thin. The mountain bag called Dajiaoya had been covered by the shadow cast by the blue ridge peak. The river looked dark and cold, and it smelled like rotten leaves suspended in the middle of the earth. Although the water level has dropped a little since morning, it was still heavy because of the heavy rainfall last night. The trees on both sides of the river almost merged in the center of the river, and the river has been in the distance in their shadows.
They walked up the river along the coast and didn’t go far. Ruby stopped and turned to look at the river. She looked at something in the river as if aiming. Her legs were slightly bent like a fighter, lowering her center of gravity and preparing to attack. She said, Hey, look at that. That’s a rare thing.
There is a huge blue heron standing in the river, which is very high, and the setting sun reflects the influence of their visual angle. It looks as high as people. The long shadow is spread far away on the water. The tip of its legs and wings is as deep as the river, and the black edge of its beak is yellow, reflecting soft luster satin or smoothing flint. The heron stares intently at the bottom of the water and moves one place very carefully every long time. First, it lifts one foot from the water and stops for half a day as if waiting for the legs to drip clean, and then it is put back into the bottom of the river in another place. Obviously, every step and location selection is