Chapter 32 third quarter 3

At dawn, Fenghuangzhai was filled with cold milk-like fog.This thing has the color of frost and blood, but it is not as cold as frost and snow.In the early morning, the fog brings light—there are many tiny water droplets in the fog, each of which emits white light, and together they form a vast expanse of whiteness.In this whiteness, the old whore dragged a bundled girl on the ground to hang her from a tree.The ground was covered with moss and quite slippery, but the old woman still felt that the girl was like a ship on land, too heavy to be dragged.Although it was cool, the air was damp, so that the old whore was sweating profusely and panting like a dog.From the perspective of the head hanging from the tree, although there was a twisted trail left on the empty ground below, the trail was not long enough to connect with any tree.The worst part was that the old woman was always changing her mind, trying to drag the girl to this tree, to another tree, but she couldn't get to any of them; It can't stand up straight, and it's exhaling a lot of smoke like an active volcano.Later, she left the girl behind, approached the leader of the assassins and said: I don't think it's necessary to hang her up and smoke her, but just put her in the ground and beat her up.The assassin leader thought for a while and said: Very good.The old whore thought it was fine too, and stopped to catch her breath.After a while, the assassin leader saw that no one was moving, so he said to the old prostitute: You go and beat her.The old prostitute was also stunned for a while, and really wanted to say to the young prostitute: You go and beat her up, but she felt that it was inappropriate to let others beat herself up.She had no choice but to turn her head to look for something that could be used to beat people, but she couldn't find it after searching.In the end, she actually ran to the side of the house and pulled out an arrow bamboo with both hands.Others thought there was something wrong with her: whoever can pull a living bamboo out of the soil is not a human being, but a god.Finally, she finally figured out a way: she borrowed a knife from an assassin, cut down a piece of arrow bamboo, and repaired all the branches with the knife.That way she had something in her hand that was big enough to beat someone.She decided to use this green bamboo to beat the girl's ass.When she walked over with this bamboo, the girl automatically rolled over, revealing the green clay on the back of her body.Because she was always being beaten, it was a natural behavior for her to get used to it.

Later, the old prostitute began to beat her up ten times in a row, which was very painful.Of course the old prostitute wanted to hit her a few more times, but she was too hard and her hands cramped, so she had to stop to catch her breath, while the little prostitute lay on the ground with moss in her mouth.At this moment, the group of assassins came over from behind her, grabbed her by the ear, pushed her to the ground and said: "Okay."It is time for you to rest too; at the same time, I lifted the little whore from the ground, untied her arms, put the bamboo in her hand, and said: Well, now it is your turn.She took the bamboo, and was stunned to see that group of assassins tied up the old prostitute, lifted up her linen skirt, exposing her buttocks, and then those assassins backed away, and urged: "Get started."The little prostitute asked: What are you going to do now?Those people said: start beating her.The little prostitute asked: Why should I beat her?Those people explained: She hit you first.So she cheered, danced the bamboo and said, "Great!"Can I fight now?The old prostitute was tied down on the ground, and when she heard this sound, she felt chills down her spine and buttocks—this was because she didn't know where the girl was going to be beaten.In fear, she bit down on a tree root that was exposed on the ground.But the girl didn't hit her. She stopped and asked: How many times can I hit her?The assassin leader said: You hit her as often as she hits you.The girl said: Uncle, you can untie my feet.I can't use my strength with my legs tied.These words made the old whore feel a heavy weight in her heart: this is because she is not used to being beaten.