第五十一章鞭(13/25)

                                                                                                       邢空浑身一震，声音也变得有些发颤，“你到底要让我看什么？”
                                                                                                                                                                “看看死人。”
                                                                                                                                                                那间屋子的门口已经没有人守着，唐老七当然不会蹲在这么个晦气的地方。
                                                                                                                                                                这几日城中着实多了不少尸体，仵作想必已经忙得不可开交，死掉的那个女人，依旧安静的躺在那张破板床上，连南宫星离开时为她盖上的破被单也没有人动过。
                                                                                                                                                                邢空进去之后，一眼便看到了尸体身上遍布的淤痕。
                                                                                                                                                                像一条很长很有力的蛇，曾经紧紧地缠绕在她身上一样。
                                                                                                                                                                郡城中没有这么可怕的蛇。
                                                                                                                                                                没有蛇，却有一条蛇一样的鞭子。
                                                                                                                                                                上好的蛇皮绞就，银丝做引，两丈余长的鞭子。
                                                                                                                                                                一条惊龙鞭。
                                                                                                                                                                冷汗，开始

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