The sunshine is really good today, and you can even feel a little warmth from the outside world in the prison.

It's a pity that when this prison was built, there was really no extra hole, and at this moment, you can only enjoy the hard-won sunshine through the prison door that leads to the outside world.

I don't know how long it has been.

At first, Zhang Xiaofeng would count the days through the obscure changes in the sun, but a while ago, it was cloudy for a few days, and Zhang Xiaofeng simply put it down and didn't count it anymore.

During this time, the people in the prison died one after another, and there were fewer and fewer people inside.

Every time I endured the torture of the grinding plate, the groans in the prison gradually became quieter, and by now, there was almost no sound to hear.

Zhang Xiaofeng pinched his fingers and counted.

He's survived twenty millstone tortures.

Yesterday was the twentieth time.

During this period, the black light in Zhang Xiaofeng's impression appeared twice again, and each time Zhang Xiaofeng was reborn.

He couldn't feel any change in himself, but he only remembered the feeling of his scarred soul being wrapped in that black light, and it was the ultimate pleasure.

And now when Zhang Xiaofeng is crushed by the grinding plate, although he still has a heart-rending pain, it is not unbearable.

Leaning silently on the corner, this is the safest place that Zhang Xiaofeng can feel at present.

The prison is damp and dirty, and some snakes and insects can often be seen, but Zhang Xiaofeng does not feel disgusted, but feels that there are some living creatures in the prison, which makes him feel that he is still alive.

Rustling footsteps could be heard again at the doorway.

Zhang Xiaofeng looked towards the door.

A moment later, Zhang Xiaofeng really saw the figure of the woman.

Women often come these days, and the day after Zhang Xiaofeng was tortured by the grinding plate, the woman would bring some food to see her.

Each time, he just said something to himself, watched himself finish eating, and then turned away.

Zhang Xiaofeng was a little weird.

He had the impression that everyone here seemed to have a deep hostility towards him.

From the first day after entering the prison, Zhang Xiaofeng was cold-eyed, bullied, abused and tortured, but now, the appearance of this girl made Zhang Xiaofeng feel that he was not a sinner for the first time.

Yes, he doesn't remember anything.

But everyone here is telling him, using their own words and actions, to tell Zhang Xiaofeng that he has committed an unforgivable sin, that he is an out-and-out sinner, and that everything he has experienced is deserved, although they can't say what Zhang Xiaofeng has done, but in their eyes, the person who can be personally escorted by the mountain owner is definitely not an ordinary person, and can bully this kind of existence that may not be accessible at all on weekdays, and a strong sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously, which is human nature.

The girl in front of her familiarly put the prepared and steaming food outside the prison.

"Eat here, I don't have the key to the prison, and I can't get you in. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng was electrocuted by the prison door, so he hesitated a little.

The girl sighed and reached for the prison door.

Zhang Xiaofeng rushed forward and reached out to hold the girl's hand.

"Electricity. He explained.

The girl looked at the hand that was being grabbed by Zhang Xiaofeng, smiled helplessly, took her hand back, and said to Zhang Xiaofeng: "There is no electricity." ”

She shook her waist card.

"Sect disciples can turn off the electricity on the prison door. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng nodded, didn't say anything more, and took his hand back again.

The meal was still steaming, and Zhang Xiaofeng was in a hurry.

"Eat slowly. The girl stood at the gate of the prison with a look of pity in her eyes.

"You must be an out-and-out strong man, but alas, you don't remember anything now. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng had heard the girl muttering this sentence many times, and every time she came to bring her food, she would definitely sigh with emotion.

Over time, Zhang Xiaofeng didn't take it seriously.

"After all this time, you still haven't been able to remember anything?" the girl asked Zhang Xiaofeng.

Zhang Xiaofeng's hand holding the steamed bun paused, looked at the girl, and slowly shook his head.

The girl didn't feel any surprise, and said some trivial things, about herself, about the people he didn't know, and about this sect.

Zhang Xiaofeng would always listen silently, but he didn't say anything.

"It's hard, isn't it?" asked the girl suddenly.

Zhang Xiaofeng was stunned, as if he had been stabbed by something.

"It doesn't hurt. He looked up and smiled at the girl.

"Liar, all the people in the prison are dying, but you must hold on, sooner or later you will remember, and I will find a way to help you out when the time comes. The girl had a smile on her face.

It's a pity that Zhang Xiaofeng doesn't know what the girl's words represent.

He just nodded and continued to eat.

The lost soul almost made Zhang Xiaofeng a completely new person, and the old things dissipated with the disappearance of the soul, including some intuition and some instincts.

After eating, the girl carefully packed up the wooden bowls and plates, said goodbye to Zhang Xiaofeng, and turned around and left the prison.

After eating, my whole body was warm.

The soul was lost, but the cultivation of the body still existed, so Zhang Xiaofeng didn't feel anything about it or living in such a dark and damp prison.

But after eating, I still feel better than usual.

The light coming in from under the prison gate to the outside world gradually dimmed.

The day is over again.

Zhang Xiaofeng sighed.

But he saw a shadow walking in his direction.

Looking up again, it was the man with the sword on his back.

It's been a while since the last time he'd come to talk to him, and he hasn't come to him since.

When I came back today, it was like a different person, and my whole body seemed to be a little vicissitudes.

You can see it from the outside.

A young man who was originally clean and clean now has a beard, and his eyes, which were originally as sharp as the sword behind him, are also a little dull at the moment.

Looks like I've just drunk alcohol.

His steps were a little erratic, and his face was a little drunk.

"Have you ever remembered something?" the man's tone remained cold.

Zhang Xiaofeng shook his head.

The man once gave Zhang Xiaofeng two swords, and there are still two scars on his chest.

But Zhang Xiaofeng has no hatred for men.

Because his soul is incomplete, these emotions, or hatred, Zhang Xiaofeng can no longer feel them.

He is an incomplete man, at this moment.

The man sneered.

"Can't remember? Still don't want to think about it, you and I, we, are all poor people. The man said inarticulately, and then sat down directly on the cold and wet ground.

"What did you see that day?"

"Let me tell you, you saw my sister and my brother going through the clouds. ”

"My favorite sister, my most respected brother. ”

"But the sect master promised to let Ling'er marry me, how could this be?"

"How so?"

The man said everything from east to west, Zhang Xiaofeng was a little confused, but he still heard a little bit of the cause and effect from it.

Looking at the man in front of him, he no longer has that sharp spirit at the moment, and he has an old-fashioned meaning on his body, like a blunt sword, like a person in the twilight.

Zhang Xiaofeng was silent.

He didn't know what he should say, or he couldn't understand the sadness and pain in the heart of the man in front of him at this moment.

But he can imagine that it should be similar to the feeling he feels every time he is crushed by a grinding disc, right?

"I became a pawn. ”

"I don't want to be the successor of the Drizzle Sect, that kind of Ling'er is no longer the same as my beloved Ling'er. ”

"I'm leaving the Drizzle Sect. The man muttered quietly.

After a few moments, the man lay directly on the ground, and after a while, a small snoring sound sounded.

Zhang Xiaofeng leaned against the corner of the wall, silently staring at the man in front of him.

He was struggling to remember what the man had just said.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaofeng sighed deeply.

I still can't remember the slightest thing that the man said.

He only felt that his mind was empty, as if it was a cabinet with countless items, and suddenly there was nothing.

Can't think of anything.

"Tong Yu!" an old roar rang out at the gate of the prison.

When Zhang Xiaofeng opened his eyes, he saw an old man with white hair shouting at the man who was sleeping on the ground in front of him.

The man seemed to hear the voice, but he ignored it, turned around and went back to sleep.

The old man stepped forward, grabbed Tong Yu's ear, and lifted him up stiffly.

"The way you look, are you still worthy of the sword behind you?"

When Tong Yu heard this, he lazily raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, sneered, continued to close his eyes, and let the old man scold him, without saying a word.

Zhang Xiaofeng silently leaned against the corner of the wall, looking at the old and young in front of him.

"Tong Yu, if you continue like this, you will become a waste, those uncles and uncles who are optimistic about you will really give up on you, for the sake of a woman, are you worth it?" The old man's tone suddenly calmed down, containing a bit of disappointment.

"I'm leaving the Drizzle Sect. Tong Yu said suddenly.

The old man stared at Tong Yu for a long time, and then put down the hand that was holding his ear.

"Then it's up to you, you and I will master and apprentice, and I'll take care of this matter. ”

There was a bit of coldness in the old man's words, as if he was completely desperate for the man in front of him.

Tong Yu knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times in the direction where the old man left, and blood broke on his head.

But the old man never looked back from beginning to end.

The old man walked far away, Tong Yu stopped, stood up, sniffed, and glanced in the direction of Zhang Xiaofeng.

"When I come back, if you're still alive, I'll let you out. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng looked at him with a little doubt in his eyes.

I hated myself so much before, why did I let myself out?

Tong Yu didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out, without any delay.....