Chapter 475 Tragic Dilemma

In the deep silence of the night, the waiters and waitresses were feasting on wine and meat, and the table was empty. Only then did they suddenly come to their senses, realizing that they had lost their sense of proportion, and begged for forgiveness again and again.

Unexpectedly, the guest, unlike others, not only did not blame him, but also invited him to drink a cup of sobering tea.

After drinking the hot tea, I pushed open the door and went out, and when the cool breeze blew, not only did I wake up from the wine, but I also forgot all the unpleasant things. It's just that the waiter's knowledge was limited, so he didn't know the mystery hidden in it and the subtlety of the white-clothed method.

Just treat it as ordinary, but when you think about it in the future, there will be a touch of unexplained special charm.

After going downstairs, the waiter glanced secretly for a moment, then quickly looked away, and found that the two of them were drinking, guessing at the wine, and having a great time. The hall was full of the sound of the two of them having fun.

The waiter couldn't bear to be curious and took a secret look. The black-robed prisoner stood beside the table and hadn't moved even a moment since the two of them entered the store and sat down.

This perseverance is also very human.

The waiter forgot to mention that stripping names is a serious crime, but there are very few people who actually use it, and there were more only seven years ago.

This person…

He was the only person he had seen this year who had his name stripped off.

Although he was feeling sad in his heart, the waiter did not dare to show off. He quietly entered the kitchen, half-closed his eyes, and went to rest.

But I saw Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and two official messengers. They were full of wine and food, their eyes were full of energy, and their scarred faces showed fierceness.

The prisoner was exhausted and exhausted. Just standing up was exhausting his energy, and he was still enduring the throbbing pain in his thigh.

The two noticed this and discussed it separately.

"Brother, break her leg. Then go on the road tomorrow, dragging a dozen pounds of hammer. If you keep walking for a few days, the leg will probably be useless."

"Even if there are some life-saving pills, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand it."

Zhao Hu grabbed a handful of peanuts and squeezed them hard. The outer shell turned into powder, but the rice grains inside were intact.

This inner strength is enough to make people praise, but even the slightest exposure of his hands can already make people horrified. He blew away the powder and left the rice grains. He threw it into his mouth and chewed it, making a clicking sound. "Humph, it's useless. What does a person who has been stripped of his name still worry about what he did?" Zhang Longhun didn't care.

Zhao Hu's drunkenness dissipated a bit, "But it's okay to have my hand broken, but my leg is broken and I can't walk. It's because of our skill, isn't it?"

"Brother, what you said makes some sense." Zhang Long thought for a moment and nodded.

He said: "I was reckless. How about this? Let's stay here for two more days."

"When she feels better, we will continue on the road. Tsk tsk tsk... This road is quite long. She will suffer the consequences."

"Indeed." Zhao Hu nodded in agreement and added, "This is the road, and it's not very peaceful."

…

While the two were chatting, the prisoner's fate had been decided. When the waiter with half-squinted eyes learned that the two would stay for two days, his heart trembled slightly, but he did not dare to show it on the outside.

The two booked a room and went upstairs to sleep. As for the prisoner, he was thrown into the stable and slept with the horses.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were not worried about the prisoner escaping or depriving the person of his name. Instead, they were looking for death if they left them.

There are rumors.

The person whose name is stripped will go to hell. When he meets the King of Hell, his face will be muddy and he will be rejected by the ghosts.

Even if he is reincarnated, he will still be a faceless person with no eyes or nose, or he will directly become a beast and will never be able to stand up again. It's just that I don't know whether this statement is true or false. But one thing that is certain is that now that the name has been stripped...

Then there is no place for it in this world.

The black-robed prisoner was thrown into the stable. After enduring the severe pain for a long time, he finally screamed out and let out painful sobs, accompanied by tears.

The moonlight was shining, and the prisoner dragged the black iron ball to the edge with difficulty, leaned against the wall, and moved down little by little. After spending a long time, he was able to sit down.

Regardless of whether the ground was dirty or not, she breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes flickering.

She straightened her right leg, and her muscles were throbbing. Zhang Long's slap hit her muscles and bones, and the throbbing pain was likely to last for days and nights.

midnight. The waiter got up to feed the horse and brought half a rice ball with him. While feeding the horse, he softly called out to the nameless prisoner and quietly handed it to him.

The prisoner opened his eyes and looked quietly, wanting to say something, but gave up. The person whose name has been stripped has his speech and tongue intact, but he has lost his ability to speak.

When they finally arrive at their destination, the escort officers will often take grass, grind it into dregs, and stuff it into the prisoner's mouth along with two hard walnuts.

Even when he reaches the underworld, he cannot speak, his face cannot be seen, and when asked about the origin of unknown people, his appearance and identity cannot be discerned.

Looking at the grass in the mouth again, the King of Hell judged with his brush that if he could be reincarnated, he would definitely be an animal.

There is no peace before death and suffering after death. This punishment is not without its cruelty.

Seeing that the prisoner didn't respond, he thought he was heartbroken, but the waiter in the shop was kind after all, "Tomorrow is the day when Nashan God comes to the city. I'll go and beg for you, maybe I can make the next journey easier."

"Although I don't know what crime you have committed, and His Majesty is now clear-minded, I don't think I will wrongly accuse you, but this punishment is still too cruel."

When the prisoner heard this, he looked up with a hint of mockery in his eyes, but he said nothing from the beginning to the end.

The waiter left, and the prisoner was the only one left in the stable. She was exhausted, but the pain in her legs and feet made it difficult for her to sleep, so she crawled to the side with moonlight.

Look up at the moon.

Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by the white dots. She turned around and saw that there was a room on the second floor with the door and windows wide open. A person was sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring the moon and drinking wine.

He also looked over at himself, smiling lightly.

It was the white clothes she met in the lobby... She looked up and felt that the white clothes were more beautiful than the bright moon. There was something she had always longed for.

Intoxicated.

"Da."

He threw something down.

The nameless prisoner looked around and found a wine gourd standing quietly on the ground. She hesitated for a moment, leaned down, bit off the lid, and drank a mouthful of wine from the bottle.

The mellow wine was fragrant, and the three points of moonlight were also welcomed into the stomach.

The stable, dirty, smelly, embarrassing, painful, in front of the fine wine, it was nothing more than that.

The nameless prisoner drank for the first time, but she liked this feeling. When she wanted to take another sip.

The wine gourd flew back to the white-clothed man's hand without knowing when. The white-clothed man drank from his mouth, and then spoke to her, but no sound came out.

The nameless prisoner read lips and said, "Don't...be greedy...my...wine...is...expensive?"

"Puff."

For some reason, she laughed and replied with lips.

Li Changxiao murmured, "Thank you?"

He smiled, and said, "You're welcome. Is my wine good?"

The prisoner replied, "It's good, but what's missing?"

"What?" Li Changxiao asked curiously.

"What's missing..." The prisoner rolled his eyes and suddenly fell drunk.

The drunkenness only lasted for a moment.

Li Changxiao shook his head and laughed, and took advantage of the drunkenness to sleep on the bed, feeling comfortable and happy.