Thick smoke rolled in the sky.

An unknown shape was added to the early morning sun. Below, the flames gradually faded, leaving only black cities, black corpses, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell and a burnt smell. What was going on? Perhaps no one wanted to go in and see what was going on inside.

Outside the city wall, the Jurchen soldiers with broken arms and thighs twisted their bodies and wriggled on the ground with horror. They wanted to leave here as soon as possible. Not far away, they walked over and stayed by each Jurchen for a while, and there was a head in their hands. When they walked to the Jurchen who broke one of their thighs, the sword-holding man twisted the other person's hair directly, regardless of struggle and roar, and cut it with one stroke.

Another head was tied around the waist.

The vision slowly spread. Under the four walls of the city, more than 2,000 players were divided into four teams to harvest the heads constantly, and then gathered in the wide area east of Taiyuan City. Where the Jingguan with the accumulated heads was taking shape, and the open door looked inside, there were dead bodies, burnt, roasted, men's, women's, and children's.

At this time, in a corner of the forest far away, there was a figure sitting on the stones under the shade, looking at the black city that was still emitting warmth, and spoke.

"In the next twenty or thirty years, there will probably be no more people living here."

"You Wu Dynasty people are really hypocritical. They do it themselves and are compassionate to others? But as far as I know, those scholars will not let you go when it comes to using tens of thousands of people as bait."

On the big bluestone, Wanyan Xiyi sat upright, fearful and panic had calmed down. He looked at the back of the city in front of him, and spoke: "The people of Wuchao are a group of sheep, and you are a poisonous snake. How could a snake be locked up with the sheep?"

The gentle morning breeze blew with a burning smell, and the green leaves were shaking gently. Bai Ning raised his hand to interrupt the other party's words, shaking: "Look at this land, we have lived here for thousands of years, and have reproduced and thrived here from generation to generation, from eating raw meat and drinking blood to the prosperity and brightness of today, it was watered by the wisdom and blood of countless sages. It was very difficult to come. Everyone wanted it. Not only you want it, but there were many countries before you. They also set foot here, some were upright and some took advantage of the dangers of others, and they came down to smash the place like you."

His voice paused in the wind for a moment, his eyes flashed across the corner of his eyes, and his light stared coldly at the Jurchen general over there, "No one left here, as you wish."

"Shouldn't it?"

The wind swayed at the foot of the mountain, the leaves undulate like waves, and the circling smoke covered the sunlight, and everything seemed cold. Wanyan Xiyi and others finished speaking, stood up and looked over, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of their mouths: "Aren't cowardly animals dominated by powerful prey? Wu Chao was weak, so we Jurchens came, and the sins that you deserved to suffer will not be less."

"Yes, so our family is here too."

Bai Ning walked to the opposite side, almost close to the past, staring at the other party coldly, "The chat was over, so are you ready? Originally, our family planned to turn you into a wax man, but unfortunately there is no ready-made wax here, so it hurts in another way and you have to endure it."

In the forest behind him, Cao Shaoqing was checking the knives and looking at him, several monks stepped forward and pressed Wanyan Xiyi on the big bluestone, and the armor was taken off and thrown aside.

"Viral snakes will always stay in dark corners, and the Jurchen is a pack of wolves running on the ice field." Wanyan Xiyi, who often reads Hanshu, lying on the rock, probably understood what the other party was going to do, and did not struggle. She looked at the city with few smoke, closed her eyes, and then opened it again, "You can't stop it."

At this time, Cao Shaoqing had come over with a knife, and the tip of the knife was hanging above his back. Bai Ning hung down the silver thread and looked down: "No matter how strong a wolf is, he will die if he is bitten by a poisonous snake. There is a palace servant in the Jin Dynasty Palace." He gently patted the other person's face with one hand, and his voice gradually became cold, "Whoever you become the emperor in the future will let us die, but you can't see it."

"You" Wanyan Xiyi suddenly understood what he covered in words, and suddenly became frightened, struggled, and the tip of the knife pressed against the skin.

The tip of the knife pierced into the cortex, and slowly cut it downwards. While the blood spreads, Yizi tightened the skin and muscles on his back with his hands, and then the entire back slowly separated, tearing it apart like a butterfly spreading its wings.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Not everyone can bear the huge pain of tearing the skin and flesh. Even a tough person like Wanyan Xiyi cannot persist under the terrifying punishment of skinning.

It was like the sound of tearing cloth mixed with wailing, a complete human skin and flesh were slowly lifting off the other person's body, the scarlet muscles were completely presented in front of Bai Ning, and the skinless blood vessels were beating. In the faint sunlight, the muscle fibers kept flashing.

The man has not died yet.

"The skin of the governor has been peeled off." Cao Shaoqing asked the man to tightly unfold Wanyan Xiyi's human skin. The figure nodded, waved his hand to let them put it away, and said to the person who had not yet died: "Direct and indirectly, many heroes died in our hands, but unfortunately they did not leave any memorials. But these people in the Jin Kingdom like to kill so much, then the governor should follow his preferences. Please accept your skin for the time being. Who will be next time? Wanyan Zongwang? Or Wanyan Zonghan? Or your emperor?"

"The eunuch is not allowed to die well" a bloody figure twisted on the rock and murmured, and a transparent liquid similar to tears overflowed from the eyelids that had no eyelids.

"Ah" Wanyan Xiyi shouted to the sky with her hoarse voice cords, like a dying beast, pale and powerless.

The wailing voice was screaming, Bai Ning looked at Jingguan, which was slowly piled up, and the scale of tens of thousands of heads piled up together was no longer a spectacular description. The hills formed by those tragic deaths were just a look, and it was a terrifying look.

"The Jurchen West Route Army is no longer able to go south." Bai Ning gritted his teeth and endured the torture in his heart. "Wanyan Zonghan is far away in Xinzhou, and there are 20,000 people around him. He can't move at the moment. We should go and see the battlefield in the east."

He said, his fingers trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!