While Turatu was thinking about how to explain the ins and outs of the matter to Tibka, a mouthful of old blood suddenly splattered on the spot, with a constant and violent cough, splashed on Tibka's body, and immediately stained his thin loincloth red, and even a small piece of his undulating chest.

He held Tulatu's hands and began to tremble a little, as if he had just been in a strange and painful state.

"Don't say it. He abruptly interrupted Tratu, who was about to explain, turned his neck and shouted anxiously outside the prison, "Someone!

"Hiss~ I heard shouting from inside as soon as I came, what's going on here?"

Balai looked at Tibka with strange eyes, and suddenly turned his gaze to Turatu, who was leaning against the wall of the prison and was almost dying, and with a look that Tibka couldn't understand, he went back and forth between the two of them, and then frowned, and his chin of silent meaning seemed to understand something.

"I just had an unpleasant quarrel with the people in the infirmary, how can I go and ask for a doctor again?" Looking at Tibka, Balai quietly withdrew his arm from his hand, raised his eyebrows inadvertently, and said, "In this way, you go to the infirmary to find someone, and I will take care of the scrivener for you here?"

"Your life is at stake, and you are still hesitating?" Balai glanced disdainfully at the blood-red patches on Tibka's chest and loincloth, and raised his foot to get out of prison.

Turatu had always been facing them sideways, and if Tibka had looked at Turatu a little more carefully, and if he had been less in a trance, he would have been able to see Tulatu's mouth moving, but unfortunately, the sound he could make was so weak that it was so slight that it was impossible to hear.

As soon as he heard that it was Balai's voice, he tried to make a sound, trying to keep Tibka away from him, but that trick didn't seem to work, for he couldn't speak. Eventually, Tibka listened to Balai and left.

Balai's voice slowly drifted into Turatu's ears, and it sounded like a creepy feeling.

"Tsk~ I didn't expect the apprentice next to you to be your own son! This looks closely, it really looks like it!" The chin of Tulatu who was pinched forcibly shook from side to side, and he couldn't help but look at Tulatu's face.

With the last of his strength, Trattu uttered the word "you" inaudibly, but he could not say it completely, even if it was an intermittent sentence.

Putting his ear to Tulatu's mouth, he didn't really want to hear what Turatu was saying, but just talked about being a scoundrel and making a gesture.

As soon as he finished speaking, a knife stabbed into Tulatu's chest, and suddenly, the blood slowly flowed out from there.

At this moment, there seemed to be the sound of something falling to the ground behind him, crisp and loud.

Earlier, one of the two subordinates who was taking care of Turatu ran out of the prison in a hurry, as if he had something urgent to do, of course, the two eldest brothers guarding the prison were just curious, and did not ask much. Their duties are mainly to guard the prisoners in the dungeon, and nothing else.

The two eldest brothers who were watching the dungeon heard that and rushed out, just to show off in front of Balai. Ba said that he had come to the dungeon to see a relative who had committed something wrong, and asked them to go out to check on the unidentified person, just to give him more time to spend with his relatives, after all, there were some private things to talk about, and he said that he would watch the prisoners in the dungeon for them and never let these people escape......

"Dongzi, dog, right?" Balai slowly walked towards the two of them with a sly smile.

At this moment, they just froze in place stupidly, unable to move a step as if the soles of their feet were rooted, staring blankly at Ba Lai, who was getting closer, and nodding their heads like garlic.