The miserable white face, like a corner in a play or on the stage, was mocked, fooled, and teased, and finally in the end, there was no more.

Turning the man who had collapsed on the ground over, and leaning the man stained with mud and blood against his chest, Zhuge Wolong could hardly believe his eyes.

The shackles that had pierced the pipa bones were gone, and in the dark tunnels, 'Yang Wuji' ripped them off in the most decisive way, and God knows where he got the strength and courage at that time.

The sound of broken bones echoed in Zhuge Wolong's ears again, it was an auditory hallucination, but for Zhuge Wolong, this sound at this moment was far more real than the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

There is a fairy palace in the sky, and there are white bones in the dust.

When the soft white moonlight shone on the pipa bones of 'Yang Wuji' with blurred flesh and exposed white bones, Zhuge Wolong only had this inexplicable emotion left in his heart.

"This ...... Why bother......

Sighing, unspeakable sigh, Zhuge Wolong didn't dare to touch the wound on 'Yang Wuji's body, he just put a pair of hands on 'Yang Wuji's forehead.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The temperature transmitted from the hand is a high fever that should never appear in the human body, although Zhuge Wolong is not proficient in medical science, but also understands that the person with a broken pipa bone is almost hopeless, and this is a wilderness, it is better to seek medical treatment than to ask the sky to open his eyes, and lower the 'vast mansion of ten million', descend the 'Datong society', and descend the 'miracles and miracles'.

Zhuge Wolong didn't ask for it, or he had already begged it countless times, and then he despaired, gave up, and compromised.

Dig out a secret escape path with all your might, and then find that this world is just a slightly larger cage. Anyone who is not a fool should understand this truth.

But he finally came out, and he admitted that it was 'Yang Wuji' who inspired him, and he had forgotten the word 'prison break' for many years.

However, it is ironic that those who do not want to escape from prison succeed and survive, and those who want to escape are either exposed, punished, and fall on the way to escape.

Zhuge Wolong realized something, but thinking about it carefully was actually a truth that he knew early on.

It's not worth rejoicing, it's not worth comforting, it's not worth taking it for granted.

He felt sorrow, deep sorrow.

With this sadness, he decided to take on the meaning of the existence of 'Yang Wuji'.

Zhuge Wolong, full of flowery hair, 'Yang Wuji', his face is still childish.

"Wronged...... Injustice...... ...... wronged"

'Yang Wuji's whole person was trembling, as if he was having an addiction, blood was spilling out of his mouth, and only one word in his intermittent words could be clearly recognized by Zhuge Wolong.

Injustice.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll avenge you!"

He didn't call himself 'old man' anymore, nor did he say that he wanted to swear by something, and he didn't need to swear so much when he was entrusted by others. Zhuge Wolong has seen a lot of people who swear and heard a lot of swearing, but in the end, without exception, the oath cannot be kept, and no one can stay.

Perhaps, most of those who swore already had the heart of 'not going to keep their vows', right?

Zhuge Wolong didn't know, but he knew that he would do everything he could to avenge the grievances of 'Yang Wuji', otherwise he would spend the rest of his life in insomnia.

He wrote down the cold light in the sky and the trembling in his arms, for a long, long time, as if he wanted to engrave everything exactly into his heart.

But he didn't remember long after all, because 'Yang Wuji' turned his face and didn't move anymore.

"Yang boy!"

Zhuge Wolong shouted and immediately stopped it.

He escaped from prison, and the prison guards did not eat dry food, at least not like this, and even the problem of a cell suddenly vacating in the prison would be ignored.

The secret passage will be discovered.

The pursuers will arrive at any time, and Zhuge Wolong doesn't have much time.

He laid down the corpse in his arms, and at the same time untied his coat and put it over the corpse.

By the moonlight he looked around, and saw that the grass at the east end had been trampled on, so he hid the body in the woods to the west, and walked towards the east.

"Ning Caichen!"

When the birds of the same forest are in calamity, they will inevitably fly high, Ning Caichen is young and strong and has no burden on his body, he can naturally escape quickly.

- Of course, these Zhuge Wolong didn't see it, but this didn't prevent him from arranging Ning Caichen like this in his heart.

Zhuge Wolong left, and soon escaped into the deep night and could not be seen again.

He couldn't see that the so-called pursuers didn't exist at all.

He couldn't see that Ning Caichen wasn't in front of him at all.

He couldn't see that a 'corpse' in the woods and grass had lifted off his coat and stood up.

On this night, a dead body came alive......

On this night, a living man died......

Deserted village, a cauldron that I don't know where it came from.

The pot is on the stove, there is water in the pot, there is fire under the pot, there are people next to the pot, and they are gathered together.

The pot is an iron pot, and the gap on the pot body is one after another, and the whole pot is even more pitted, and the pot is not like a pot.

The stove is an earthen stove, made of adobe bricks and earth and stones, and the soil is thorough and rough.

The fire is a big fire, the wood for the fire is the beams of the house that have been removed nearby, and the old wood exerts its last residual heat in the hearth.

The people around the pot are not around the pot to be precise, but around a person.

A group of people gathered around a person, a man lying on an improvised stretcher.

Ning Caichen was no longer human, his face was pale, the wounds all over his body were festering, and he was coughing without a sound, and he could lose his breath at any time.

He had a high fever, and everyone who touched his forehead felt that his forehead was far hotter than the fire in the hearth.

He's dying.

"These days...... Many...... Thank you for your kindness...... ......"

Ning Caichen could barely say a complete sentence, and Jin Laosan grabbed his hand and signaled that he didn't need to say more.

There was guilt in Jin Laosan's eyes, but it was more of a strange light.

Ning Caichen couldn't describe this kind of light, but he vaguely felt that he should have seen this kind of vision somewhere, and he was unforgettable at this moment.

But he couldn't remember, and it was very difficult for him to even mobilize his thoughts at the moment.

He's dying.

"Brother Ning......"

Jin Laosan held Ning Caichen's hand, he couldn't say anything else, maybe even if he said Ning Caichen, he might not be able to hear it clearly.

Jin Laosan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, I don't know if it was because of sour throat or acid reflux in the stomach.

Jin Laosan looked at Ning Caichen and couldn't take his eyes off it.

Ning Caichen's face turned pale for a moment, and his breathing was lighter than a breath.

He's dying.

The water in the pot was boiling, and a large amount of steam rose through the roof full of holes, like the hem of a ghost's clothes, and like an inexplicable call.

Calling for the wanderer to return home, calling for reunion, calling for the dream lost yesterday.

The things that died yesterday are buried in the earth today, but the things that are about to die today do not know when they will rest in peace.