The prisoner carved fourteen marks into the stone wall, which meant that he had survived fourteen days since the first count, and before that there were still many days and nights that had passed.

This is an ordeal that he has never had in his life, he is not afraid of torture, he is not afraid of starvation, he is not afraid of cold, and now he just hopes that someone will respond, even if it is a scolding.

Unfortunately, even such simple hopes are difficult to achieve.

The four walls echoed with the hoarse and unpleasant voices of prisoners.

At some point, the sound of Suosuo sounded, and a rope hung down with a copper basin, and inside was a cold, mushy food.

The prisoner immediately snatched it up like a hungry tiger, and did not care about the filth in his hands, and even shoved the bearded food into his mouth.

Soon, the rope shook off the hook hanging on the copper basin and slowly lifted it up again. Without warning, the prisoner grabbed the hook at the end of the rope and grabbed him so hard that he hoped that the people above would scold him, or even come down and beat him.

However, the man above threw the whole rope down and walked away.

The prisoner cursed loudly, expecting a response, only to be disappointed again by the harsh reality. He had to concentrate his attention on the bowl again, otherwise he would not be able to eat the food when it froze.

The rather empty dungeon was already filled with frozen copper basins and clumps of rope.

After licking the food in the copper basin clean, the prisoner hurried to the corner of the wall, burrowed into the unkempt haystack, and covered himself with a dirty quilt.

This was the only way he could preserve his body's temperature, otherwise how could he survive this cold winter in the dungeon?

People's survival instinct is very strong, and no matter how dangerous the situation, they will not easily give up the hope of life. Even if the hope of life is very slim, as long as there is a glimmer of light above the head, this illusory hope will be infinitely magnified.

The prisoner's heart is roughly the same, he closes his eyes, tries to empty his mind of all kinds of thoughts, and thinks about nothing, maybe only in this way can he survive this cruel moment.

"Iprasin, the big man wants to see you......"

Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in the dungeon, and the prisoner smiled helplessly, unaware that he had hallucinated.

"Iprahim, are you deaf? Why don't you get over here.....

It wasn't until the unfamiliar voice raised its voice that the prisoner reacted, and this time someone had really gone down to the bottom of the dungeon.

There was a cacophony of cold iron railings on the stone wall, the heavy iron door was pushed open from the outside, and a Persian walked in with his nose pinched, and looked at Iprahim with a look of contempt on his face.

The sense of superiority that the Great Cannibal had built up over a hundred years had given Iprahim a sense of shame that he had never felt before.

From birth, in his consciousness, Persians and pagans were inferior, and the Great Cannibals had absolute dominion over them.

However, now he was trampled on the supreme dignity by the untouchables of his former untouchables, and this humiliation caused him to burst out of the ground in an instant, and his hands were stuck in the Persian's neck with lightning speed.

A sneer twisted into the corner of the Persian's mouth, and he struck the prisoner to the ground with a single blow.

The prisoner is too weak, supporting a small pot of mush every day, and barely sustaining life, how can he still have the strength to fight to the death with people?

"Bundle up!"

The Persians turned away after dropping a hard word, and two wolf-like Tocharians pounced on them, tied the prisoner firmly, and dragged him out.

The prisoner immediately lost consciousness in a sharp pain, and when he opened his eyes again, a black-haired and yellow-skinned heretic appeared in front of him.

Obviously, this is a typical characteristic of the Tang people.

"Your name is Iprasin?"

The prisoner wanted to refuse to answer, but soon there was a sharp pain in his back, and he was whipped severely.

"The prime minister of the Tang Dynasty asked you personally, this stupid donkey, if you don't answer, cut off your tongue!"

The scolding was in a down-to-earth truth, and Iprasin could hear it clearly, but he didn't understand what the Don had asked him.

After learning that the person in front of him was actually the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, he also had a strong curiosity in this humiliating desperate situation.

It was this person who led the Tang soldiers who defeated the proud Yusuf and made his uncle suffer in Mulu City.

"You, you are the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty?"

He used a big food talk, but he was whipped again, and it hurt him so much that he grinned.

"In front of the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, don't you kneel down and kowtow?"

In the consciousness of the Persians, kowtowing is the highest etiquette of the Tang people, so it is necessary to let this stupid donkey bow to the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty.

Just as the two Tocharians pressed Iplasin's head downward, Qin Jin waved his hand, which was regarded as allowing Iprahim to avoid another humiliation.

Somehow, Ipraxin didn't have much hatred for Qin Jinsheng, and he was even a little grateful to this Tang man who had fallen to this point.

The Persians treated him savagely and cruelly, and in these tormented days, only this Tang man was pleasant, and he didn't even scold and curse.

The Persian interpreter quickly relayed Qin Jin's questioning.

"Do you want to go to Chang'an, do you want to see the grandeur of the world's largest metropolis?"

Iplasin pursed his lips and subconsciously retorted:

"The largest metropolis in the world is Ctesiphon on the banks of the Euphrates and Tigris, where the king of kings of the world and the greatest caliph resides...... Moreover, the great caliph is building a new capital of Baghdad to the north of Ctesiphon, and it will not be long before ......"

A whip interrupted Iplasin's proud self-talk, the pain making him aware of his deep situation, but it didn't bring him to his knees.

Compared to the loneliness of those days and nights before, the pain is even more comfortable.

"Ctesiphon Baghdad?"

Qin Jin smiled, and his smile was very gentle, but the words he said made Ipraxin feel cold all over his body.

"Yes, my warriors and I want to see them, but would you like to be our guide?"

What is this? This is *naked contempt!

What is Ctesiphon and Baghdad, where can the pagans go when they say they can go?

If these words came from the mouth of the Persians or Tocharians, Iplasin would only be regarded as the lowest joke, but when they came out of the mouth of the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, it made Iplasin's body tremble involuntarily.

There was anger and fear in this trembling, but more of a despair.

Iprahim suddenly realized that he was completely finished, and he could either choose to die or choose to live in humiliation in this life.