After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

The four people were panicked and scared, and they screamed and shouted loudly, but the surroundings were quiet without a breeze, let alone any response.

The other party who captured them didn't seem to be afraid that they would make a lot of noise and be discovered, so they didn't even bother to try to shut them up.

Why does it feel colder and colder? Where on earth is this?

None of them knew where this was, and they became more and more panicked.

Xie Junchen and Jiang Cheng started shouting at Jiang Hao's account number, but when no one responded, they started cursing again.

However, as he was cursing, there was a sudden "pop" sound on his mouth. It wasn't particularly painful, but a very foul smell entered his nose, and a wet, sticky feeling on his mouth rushed straight to his head.

"vomit--"

The four of them vomited at the same time.

If they could see it, they would be even more disgusted, because it was feces from a dry toilet!

It was just that their mouths were too smelly. Zhuifeng couldn't find anything to stuff their mouths with, so he thought of the dry toilet in the nunnery and ordered Jimo to get some with a dung shovel.

Jimo, with a deadly dark face, aimed his shouts at the mouths of several people. His technique was skillful and his accuracy was perfect.

Hearing the vomiting sounds in the hall, Zhuifeng realized belatedly: "Could it be on the Buddha?"

Jimo's scalp tingled after hearing this, but he didn't dare to directly scold Zhuifeng for being a jerk. He shook his head and said, "Probably not."

Even if they did, it would be useless. People like them, who have so much blood on their hands, will only go to the eighteen levels of hell to atone for their sins after death. How can they ask for the Buddha's blessing?

Zhuifeng just said it casually, and didn't bother to think about it anymore. He changed the subject immediately: "Why hasn't the master come yet?"

Jimo didn't say anything, he didn't know.

This is the abandoned Baiyun Temple. It was Zhuifeng and Jimo who kidnapped Jiang Cheng and Xie Junchen.

They tied the four men into sacks and put them on a cart, transported them out of the city safely, and then brought them to Baiyun Temple without anyone noticing.

Why tie them?

Of course, it was to support their future mistress, vent their anger, and take revenge.

Zhuifeng had taken it upon himself to strip these people of their clothes, letting them experience the feeling of being frozen in the mountains first.

"Jimo, how about we make a bet?"

Jimo glanced at him, then picked up the dung shovel and walked towards the dry toilet. This thing was too smelly, so it was better to stay away from the master.

Xu Xing didn't arrive until the evening, and the four people in the hall were almost frozen into popsicles.

"Master, you are here."

Zhuifeng hurried forward and pointed to the hall not far away: "They are all inside. What are you going to do with them?"

His voice already revealed his eagerness to try.

Jing Lei glanced at him, nodded at Xu Xing, and then walked towards the main hall.

"Master, this is..."

Xu Xing ignored him and just waited for Jing Lei to enter the hall and come out again: "Prepare to go back home."

"Walk????"

Is this all the trouble?

When Jing Lei came back, he glanced at Zhui Feng coldly before saying, "Master, everything has been taken care of."

"Let's go."

Xu Xing turned and left, and Jimo and others immediately followed.

Zhuifeng grabbed Jinglei, glanced in the direction of the hall and asked, "What did you do?"

The master would never come here for no reason, he must have a purpose.

"You'll know tomorrow."

Jing Lei didn't say much, and grabbed Zhui Feng who wanted to turn back and said, "Did you ask Ji Mo to do the dirty things in the hall?"

"Thunderbolt, it's actually their own fault. They dared to scold the county lady..."

“I want to say, you did a great job!”