You rascal, stop right there!

Huanyi Bureau.

The place where the female captives of Daying were taken thousands of times ago is the blood-stained Fengyue Lane.

People are brought in through the front door and bodies are buried out through the back door.

This place once imprisoned countless noble ladies from wealthy families, and of course they were divided into different classes.

From the Empress Dowager of the West to the princess, the Prime Minister's wife, and the prefect's daughter, there are women of every status you can think of!

No matter how noble and respected they were in the country in the past, no matter how many princes and nobles praised them and how many young talents loved them.

As long as their country is unlucky and they enter here, they will only have one identity, that is, objects.

Objects without dignity.

"Somebody come!"

The voice was so cold and heartless that people around him couldn't help but look at him sideways.

People around saw that this man had a beard and eyes as bright as torches.

Behind the Shaci official stood a group of officers and soldiers, and a small number of monks from Shanhua Temple. The casual presence in the middle was chilling enough.

The madam came forward with a smile as bright as a lotus flower: "Master Sha never comes here. Did you finally think of sending someone today?"

Sha Lei looked around thoughtfully. All he saw were Xuanli's city defenders, deputy generals, and even grooms.

"Kick them all out. The Master wants to choose a sacrifice."

The brothel owner was startled and quickly sent someone to drive the man away.

In a short while, the entire building was clear.

The girls were driven out one after another, each of them wearing thin clothes and a wooden sign on their head.

As for Shaciguan, he sat aside calmly without drinking a sip of tea.

Rather than saying that he was of high status and had a strong temper, it was better to say that this person had very high standards. Even the noble ladies of the previous Daqing Dynasty were considered dirty by him.

"Do you have the Empress Dowager Cixi who greatly outshined the previous dynasty? Bring her out!"

"Sir, once you get here, there's no such thing as the Queen Mother. You should be talking about Pingping, right?"

The madam raised her chin and raised her eyebrows.

"Ping... Greetings, sir."

The beautiful woman in her forties walked down the stairs tremblingly, and her once noble head had to bow.

She will live a life of flesh and blood and fall into hell forever, so who cares about her previous identity and name.

The Empress Dowager Cixi, who had suffered so much torture and hardship, could only hope to survive.

He looked at the person opposite him cautiously, fearing that he would be hacked to death on the spot if he was not careful.

Shaciguan stared at the man for several seconds without any emotion, then raised his chin, rubbed it, and turned it aside.

He slid his finger down. "The skull looks good. The sacrifice requires a woman's skull, which is just right."

Head...skull?

The woman's eyes suddenly widened, a fierce light flashing in them, and her makeup instantly lost its luster.

I had originally thought of enduring humiliation and living on, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape the bad fate.

"let me go--"

At the critical moment of being captured by the guards, the former queen mother finally couldn't help but resist.

"I was once the victorious Empress Dowager Cixi! You can't kill me! No!"

She struggled, using all her strength to try to break free.

"I? The Empress Dowager?" Sha Lei held her head with a smile and casually slapped her face with his right hand.

"Didn't you say you were just ordinary civilians?"

The whole circle of people looked at her with sneers.

Everyone knew at the time that if the carriage had not been weighed down by the gold and silver objects, the Queen Mother, the Princess and other royal family members would never have been discovered by the Xuanli Army.

Who would believe that someone was a refugee carrying so many valuable things?

The average person only has a palm-sized clay pot as a savings, and it is a rare opportunity to bring a chicken.

Even after being captured, Xuanli still thought he was a member of the royal family. He would sometimes dislike the craftsman for being tied up with the same rope as him, and sometimes insult the palace maid for living in the same room with him.

But in fact, all slaves of a conquered country are the same.

No dignity at all...

The former Empress Dowager bit her lips hard, but she couldn't break free from the burly fighters behind her.

"I can't die! I can't die!"

She almost had tears in her eyes as she cried and struggled.

The Shashi official was already accustomed to this kind of ordinary scene, and said indifferently: "The sacrifice is still several days away. During these days, you must purify yourself and burn incense at Shanhua Temple before performing the ceremony!"

At the end, the nasal sound is very strong.

He looked up and down at the woman with light clothes and messy hair.

"Humph--"

This kind of thing is still happening.

In addition to taking away the former Empress Dowager Cixi, Sha Lei also ordered the forcible selection of women from the laundry department to draw their blood.

After picking and choosing left and right, as more and more people came to choose, someone finally couldn't stand the oppression anymore.

That night.

"Oh no, there's a fire!"

"Go away!"

I don’t know which clever woman took the opportunity to set fire to the laundry.

For a moment, the entire laundry bureau was in chaos.

The fire was raging, and the whole building was covered in ashes. The people in the building began to panic.

These women could no longer endure such torture. Seeing that the empress dowager of the previous dynasty had been captured, they were unwilling to stay.

They are eager to fight to the death in order to have a chance of survival.

Suddenly, the whole laundry was filled with cries and shouts, and the sounds of swords and knives echoed one after another...

Occasionally, a woman who was well prepared wanted to escape, but was grabbed by the arms by the monks of Shanhua Temple and could not move.

"stop!!"

The monk grabbed the man.

"Tell me, where are you going to escape to?!"

The woman continued to struggle and refused to answer.

She even grabbed the monk's arm and dragged him, allowing the other sisters to take the opportunity to escape past him.

The monks from Shanhua Temple directly put him on the stairs and strangled his throat.

"You won't tell me, right? Okay!"

He wanted to strangle the man to death immediately.

At this time, the young monk beside him leaned forward and said, "Brother, Master said that we should kill the sacrifice after we find out the whereabouts of Master Han."

He looked up suddenly and saw clearly that someone was running away with a bag of valuables.

The entire Xuanli Xingling Mausoleum will not give these former big winners any chance to survive. They will only have one way to die.

You can only be so confident if you know you have a place to go.

"Tell me, do you know where the painter Han Miaoran and his underground city are?!"