Wu Xinan snorted coldly after hearing this.

"As long as I haven't practiced for a long time, I'm afraid my hands will be born, so I'll use you to practice!"

After saying that, he pulled the Japanese pirate who was blocked by the rag and removed the kneecap from his other leg, while removing it and facing the two people.

"Do you know how many bones do you have?"

When the two saw her young age, they unchanged their faces and looked like they were taking objects. They were so scared that their eyes widened and their tongues were not in a position to answer her. However, Pei He, who was beside him, replied,

"Two hundred and six...but some people will have one or two more bones, and some people will have one or two less bones!"

Wu Xin'an said strangely,

"How did you know?"

Pei He lowered his head and said nothing. Wu Xinan rolled his eyes. He knew that he would not say anything, so he stopped asking questions and turned to the two Japanese pirates.

"You heard... He said... Two hundred and six, there are more people, and fewer people. Actually, I don't know how many bones people have. Why don't you remove them now and count them, see if what he said is true or false..."

As he said that, he shook the dagger in his hand in front of the two of them, his round little faces and two dimples were exposed to his smile.

"One of you, I'll leave one of you watching the other's bones shaved out..."

He paused and said to the two with excitement,

"We might as well make a bet and leave that person to count bones with me. If it is exactly 206 yuan, I will spare that person's life. If there is more or less..."

In the dilapidated yard of the deserted village late at night, there was a white and fat little girl. The two white and fat little hands were covered with blood. The round face was so cute that she smiled. It fell into the eyes of the two Japanese pirates, but it was as terrifying as the female ghost walking at night...

Finally someone couldn't stand it, but it was the Japanese pirate who had two kneecaps picked out, he shouted loudly on the ground.

"You...what do you want to know...what do you want to know...I will tell you! Let me tell you!"

Wu Xinan said with a smile,

"That's right!"

...

When Lao Xu and Doctor Jin met with Wu Xin'an and Pei He under the head of the big tree hanging with Junichi Fujiwara, Doctor Jin asked Wu Xin'an,

"Girl, what did you do? Why did the Japanese pirates call so shrill?"

Wu Xinan smiled, blinked her big eyes at Pei He, and said to Dr. Jin,

"I hit him, and he cried so hard that he couldn't stand it anymore, so I told me!"

I asked Doctor Jin again,

"What method does Uncle Jin use?"

Doctor Jin said proudly,

"Just a few silver needles!"

This is a secret technique that Lao Xu heard in the world. It is not unique to Doctor Jin. It is just implemented by Doctor Jin through Lao Xu's mouth.

As they were talking, they heard the sound of water dropping. When the few people lowered their heads, they saw a wet ball of water stains on the ground under the light. They all looked up at Junichi Fujiwara, who was wearing white clothes and handsome faces. Now the handsome Japanese pirates had long lost the elegance of the noble family's son, with disheveled hair, raised eyes and slanted mouths, and their legs were mostly wet. Water dripping from their heels little by little...

Junichi Fujiwara was so scared that he urinated!

"babble……"

Wu Xinan grinned and hid away with disgust. Dr. Jin usually treated the disease and had never seen anything that was scattered and pickled. At this time, he was frightened to see the Japanese pirate leader. The old face was silent, but Wu Xinan took two steps back under his feet.

Lao Xu was used to this kind of thing, so he didn't care. He went over and put Junichi Fujiwara down.

Junichi Fujiwara was lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, and his mouth was sobbing, and his face was filled with horror. Wu Xinan asked him from a distance with disdain.

"What's wrong with you... I'm so scared. Isn't it said that he is the most outstanding figure in the Fujiwara family's generation? He is so brave. Even if you want to die, you will give you some face to the Fujiwara family!"

It’s really... I’m so embarrassed that I’m thrown into the Central Plains!

When Jun Fujiwara heard her talk, his lips were so scared that he moved, his face was pale, and his body twitched involuntarily. Seeing this, Lao Xu asked,

"Master, Miss, will this Japanese pirate leader still be tried?"

In fact, they interrogated the Japanese pirates, but they were not the ones. First, they asked if the other party’s accomplices had Zhou Yong, and if the matter was in trouble in the future, they would be able to understand. Second, they wanted to figure out how many people came from their Japanese pirates in openly and secretly, and how many people did not follow Jun Fujiwara to come out, and they could find them later. If the grass was to be eradicated, they naturally could not leave any future troubles!

As for what Fujiwara Junichi's purpose was to come to Central China, who did deal with him, and what transactions he made, no one was interested in it. Asking too much questions would cause trouble. Now I learned from other people that Fujiwara Junichi's culprit didn't ask, but it was nothing to worry about!

So Wu Xinan waved his hand,

"No need to ask, just bury the person!"

As soon as this said, Junichi Fujiwara was stunned, Lao Xu nodded,

"yes!"

As soon as he bent down, he stretched out his palm-sized hand and grabbed Junichi Fujiwara's neck.

“Woooooooooooo…”

Jun Fujiwara couldn't move all his body. Seeing that his life was in danger, his mouth was blocked again, he could only whimper and scream. Seeing this, Lao Xu pulled the rag from his mouth and shouted,

"Diet to the end, what else do you call? Be honest and give you some pleasure. If you are not honest..."

As he spoke, he fisted at him.

"I have some ways to make you die slowly!"

Jun Fujiwara screamed immediately after he was free.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me... don't kill me..."

The shrill and hoarse voice echoed in the deserted village in the middle of the night, sounding particularly cunning.

"Don't kill me...you don't kill me...I...I am the legitimate son of the Fujiwara family...you just need not kill me...I...how much money do I give you...don't kill me...I'll give you...silver!"

In the end, the word "silver" seemed to burst out from the lungs, making everyone think that if he continued to call, he would even tear his chest apart. Wu Xinan was finally moved when she heard the word "silver". She turned to look at Dr. Jin.

"Uncle Jin, look at this..."

Mrs. Jin became a spirit, and after thinking about it, she shook her head firmly and said,

"No, he has seen our faces and knows my identity. This person must not be kept!"

Wu Xinan sighed regretfully when he heard this and said to Lao Xu,

"Go on!"

The silver you got flew!

Lao Xu nodded and reached out to lift Jun Fujiwara on the ground.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The whole body was weak and his hair was shining like a hen to be slaughtered, screaming straight at his neck. The sound was too sharp and alarmed the birds in the dense forest next to the village and flew up.

Pei He frowned, picked up the rag that Lao Xu threw on the ground, forcibly stuffed the rag covered with mud and sand into his mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm..."

Junichi Fujiwara was speechless, his eyes seemed to be about to protrude. Old Xu walked in front of Fujiwara Junichi, and Pei Hemo kept holding a lantern and followed behind him. His figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the deserted village. Not to mention that Wu Xin'an and Doctor Jin were waiting outside.

But Lao Xu and Pei He carried people into the deserted village about two hundred steps, came to a clearing area covered with weeds in the village, threw Jun Fujiwara to the ground, and patted the gray path in his hand.

"Just here, there is a well here. Kill people and throw them inside. As long as we don't say it, no one can find anyone!"

After saying that, Lao Xu pulled out the knife from his waist and planned to take action. Pei He stepped forward and whispered,

"Brother Xu, can I do it?"

Lao Xu looked at him in surprise.

"Young Master Pei's gentleness can be done?"

Pei He nodded with his lips tightly pursed and nodded. His deep eyes were under the dim light of the lantern, and there seemed to be two flames pounding in his dark eyes.

"Don't worry, I will never be lenient!"

Old Xu nodded when he heard this, and handed him the handle of the steel knife in his hand. Pei He held it in his hand and weighed it. After looking at Old Xu, Old Xu would intend to retreat, retreat to the edge of the open space of about ten steps, and look at Pei He from a distance.

Pei He squatted down with a steel knife in his hand, and used the tip of the steel knife to push away the loose hair on Fujiwara Jun's face, revealing his face that was no longer handsome and frightened to the point of his frightened face.

"Fujiwara Junichi..."

Pei He spoke Japanese,

"Didn't you always want to ask who I am?"

Junichi Fujiwara stared wide,

"Mmmmmmmmmmm..."

Xiao Lang, who was looking picturesque, had a faint ghost fire pounding in his eyes. At this moment, Pei He didn't have to hide the deep hatred in his heart. The corners of his mouth twitched and his smile was very strange.

"You remember, I am the one who came back to take revenge from my previous life!"

While speaking, the steel knife silently inserted into Junichi Fujiwara's lower abdomen, and then used force to twist his wrist slightly.

"Um...um..."

The huge pain made Junichi Fujiwara's eyes bulge, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. Pei Hexian didn't want him to die so quickly, so he pulled the rag from his mouth so that he could breathe. Junichi Fujiwara asked in Japanese,

"Who are you? What kind of hatred do I have with you?"

Pei He pulled his thin lips, his eyes were as cold as ice, and his expression remained unchanged, but the steel knife in his hand was constantly pulled out, and the sharp blade was inserted into it again.

"Puff...puff...puff...puff..."

Insert and thrust, and again and again, his hands were very stable. Every time he inserted and pulled out, he seemed to have practiced deliberately. He just entered five inches of flesh. Then he gently twisted his wrist to the right. No more and no more and no more and just turned around. Junichi Fujiwara's intestines had been pounded into mud. He had inserted sixteen swords, but he had not yet died. He stared at Pei He widened, trembling his lips, and holding his last breath.

"You...you...who are you?"

Pei He smiled and said,

"You go to the underworld to ask King Yama!"
Chapter completed!