Chapter 579 Means

Kyoto City has completely changed at this time.

When the rebels from the Temple entered Kyoto, they naturally couldn't have any good intentions. Since entering the city, they have already started several rounds of looting.

The big families could even use their savings to give bribes, but as for the small families, they couldn't afford much money as so-called rewards for the military.

The streets are empty, and most people can only earn some wages to support their families by cooking and doing chores for the army or working in large households with surplus food.

It was in the afternoon at the rebel barracks. People who had worked hard all day had finished their work and lined up outside the barracks to receive their rewards.

Their queue was long, but the person handing out the money was not in the future for a long time. After waiting for a long time with thirsty mouth, a well-dressed man with a fat belly arrived. As soon as he sat down, the entourage around him stood up immediately. A sign.

"Thirty for miscellaneous tasks and twenty-five for cooks."

"Thirty yuan? Wasn't it still forty yuan yesterday?" As soon as the sign was put up, everyone was immediately dissatisfied.

"Rice is now as valuable as gold in Kyoto. Thirty yuan can't even buy food for one person!"

"How can we make ends meet as a big family!"

"Let no one live anymore!"

"What are you yelling at me?" The money-handling man naturally didn't care. He just glanced at everyone, and then said in a leisurely manner: "This is what the higher-ups mean. If you feel dissatisfied, you can go and argue with the higher-ups." ”

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. The adults above have been very unhappy recently. They are willing to give you money as a favor."

When the voice fell, everyone looked ugly, but the military camp was right in front of them, so they could only endure the sigh, received the money one by one, and walked out with sad faces.

Soon, everyone had finished collecting, but the person who handed out the money still had a large stack of money left in his hand. He took a sip as he looked at the group of people leaving.

"A bunch of bastards."

After cursing, he turned his hand and put the money into his pocket very naturally. Then he stretched out and said to the entourage on the side: "It's been a long time since I went to Zuixian Tower to have something to eat. There's nothing there yet." "Tear it down."

"It hasn't been demolished." Seeing the master mentioning Zuixian Tower, the entourage was a little happy, and said repeatedly: "The adults above also like the things in Zuixian Tower, so the things that have been kept are probably more beautiful than before. "

"It's fine if it's not dismantled." The man responded and stood up unhurriedly. A group of people cheered and quickly walked towards the city.

"This season the fat pig is going to be cool again." Those who had received wages before naturally saw it. At this time, someone who was not in front of them cursed in a low voice: "I don't see that our wages are not being cut at all. It is clearly the fat pig himself. Greedy!"

"He must be greedy. We paid our wages and had so much left over." Someone nearby scolded: "These bastards from aristocratic families looked like dogs sticking out their tongues when the rebels entered the city, and now they are treating us like Everyone is pretending to be evil!"

"They are all a bunch of duplicitous beasts!"

"..."

A group of people were scolding, but among the crowd, a man with a sad face said nothing. He looked at the thirty yuan in his hand and listened to the curses of the people around him for a while, and then suddenly sighed: "If Commander Ye were here, he would have killed several of these bastards long ago."

When these words came out, the people next to him were stunned. Before they could say anything, another slightly sinister voice sounded: "Come on, Lu Bin, now that the imperial court is gone, Commander Ye is still here."

"What do you mean by this?" Lu Bin frowned immediately after hearing this.

"What else could it mean?" The person who spoke had a mocking look on his face, "I'm just laughing at some people's whims. At that time, they wanted to curry favor with Mark and give him an orange every day like a pug."

"It's a pity. Originally, Ye Fan was not dead, but you still had a chance. Now Ye Fan is completely dead and was stabbed by other rebels..."

Halfway through the words, several other people became angry: "Miudu, what did Commander Ye do to us back then? You are such a wolf-hearted person, and now you start making sarcastic remarks!"

"How could I..." Miudu didn't expect that one sentence would arouse such a big reaction from everyone. He shrank his neck, but still said firmly: "I just told the truth." wEnxUeI

"This bitch." Some people cursed, while others comforted Lu Bin: "This guy in Midu is a bitch, just ignore him."

"Yes, yes, everyone knows that you gave the oranges to thank Commander Ye."

"I'm not brave either, otherwise I would give it away too."

It can be seen that Lu Bin usually has good relations with many people, and at this time, several people comforted him.

"I'm fine." Faced with the reassurance, Lu Bin responded, but he was obviously in a low tone. He was silent for a while, and finally just shook his head.

"If I had known better, I would have given him more oranges to eat."

…

"Shadow Saint, why don't you tell me how to activate this sword beast?"

In the dungeon, three black figures stood in front of the chained Shadow Saint.

Kyoto was broken, and those who could escape basically fled, but there were also many people who were unwilling to leave. For example, many college principals headed by Shadow Saint basically stayed and led some students to fight against the rebels.

Of course, the millions of soldiers at Zhaoyang Pass could not stop the rebels, so they were quickly destroyed by the rebels. Those who preferred death to surrender and were of some value were basically imprisoned.

"Say hell." Shadow Saint said. Although he had obviously been tortured at this time, his hoarse voice was still powerful: "My Shadow Saint has the blood of the Sword Saint. Let me pass on the inheritance of my ancestors. Leave it to you, you are dreaming!”

"snort."

Hearing this, the three of them snorted coldly and said nothing. They just snapped their fingers and the person next to them immediately brought a bright red soldering iron.

This iron was obviously not a mortal thing. As soon as it fell on him, white smoke suddenly appeared all over Shadow Saint's body. His whole body seemed to be drained of water, and his body was shrinking.

It was obvious that he was in great pain, but Shadow Saint didn't say a word, just gritted his teeth.

"This old guy has such a tough mouth." The Shadow Saint's persistence was obviously not the first day. The torture continued for a while, and the man on the left frowned, "Curse stick, this is a branding iron used to torture gods in ancient times. If it is burned, the gods will wail unbearably.”

"The descendant of the Sword Saint really has some backbone." The man in the middle said, as if he could not hide his admiration. He waved his hand and told the guards to retreat.

The iron no longer fell, and the Shadow Saint also recovered a little. At this time, he raised his head and just smiled: "You can torture me as you like, but I have to say a few words to apologize for the word "shadow" in my name."

"Shadow Saint, don't be too proud." The black shadow in the middle spoke, walked closer, and lowered his voice: "There are many people in our temple who can deal with you."

"You have a strong will. Then I want to see if someone leads you into a dream. Can you still be so strong?"

"If I met your wife, children, parents, and your ancestors in a dream, would you still be able to keep your mouth shut like you are now?"

When the voice came, Shadow Saint obviously thought of some methods, and his expression turned dark: "You dirty people can only use some dirty methods!"

"Since it's a means, so what if it's dirty or not." The man in the middle smiled, looking at the Shadow Saint with a profound expression.

"If you really want to die, you can kill yourself. Staying here now and not saying anything despite the torture is just delaying time and waiting for others to counterattack Kyoto."

"Speaking of which, your methods are not very bright, right?"