"Can you still hold on?"

I can't see my fingers...... No, it should be said that Zhuge Wolong was pulling and dragging the 'weak' Mo Xie in the tunnel where he couldn't see his eyelashes when he opened his eyes, and he was so tired that he was sweating.

After the two walked for a while, Zhuge Wolong couldn't pull Mo Ye anymore, and Mo Ye lay on the ground like a dead dog.

"No more...... No more...... Senior, you'd better go first, the shackles are too heavy, I really can't walk......"

Mo Xie's voice in the darkness was full of weakness, like a candle flame in the wind, crumbling.

"It's all come to this point, how can you give up halfway?"

It's amazing to say, originally Zhuge Wolong didn't plan to go out at all, and even committed suicide in order to cover Mo Ye and Ning Caichen, but after he was forcibly pulled into the water by Mo Ye, his posture changed 360°.

From 'unwilling to escape from prison' to 'willing to escape from prison', from 'passive prison escape' to 'actively pulling others to escape from prison', until now Zhuge Wolong has evolved to the realm of 'persuading others to work hard to escape from prison and work hard'.

The will to die is gone, and the seeds of survival have grown into a towering tree in the old man's heart.

Zhuge Wolong shouldn't play suicide tricks anymore, but Mo Ye felt that it wasn't enough insurance.

"You're right, old sir...... But I really can't walk...... You go first, I'll rest for a while and I'll follow!"

Mo Xie was paralyzed on the ground, and his iron chain rang out under the pull of Zhuge Wolong.

Zhuge Wolong grabbed Mo Ye's hand and refused to let go.

"No, you can't rest! Now you can't get up once you sit down!"

The old man desperately pulled Mo Ye up and put one of Mo Ye's arms on his shoulder.

"Let's go!"

A low roar, coming from the dantian, Zhuge Wolong's face turned red.

He has cultivated internal strength, so he can choose the death method of 'self-severing the heart vein', which is so fast that Mo Xie can't even save him.

But it's a pity that his internal strength is not so strong, it's just the rotten street's "Five Fowl Play". This kind of internal strength is more than enough to maintain health, but the power is insufficient, Zhuge Wolong mustered up enough strength to drag Mo Ye forward and stopped eating after walking less than ten steps.

"Whirring ......"

Zhuge Wolong gasped like that.

"Young people...... How did you manage to be so fat and strong in prison?...... It's really hard for the old man to be unconvinced......"

Zhuge Wolong's whole body was attached to the tunnel wall, and after a while, he sat down on the ground.

His current state is called 'exhaustion', and the central word of his sentence is 'no more'.

"Thirty years of skill...... It's all depleted...... Now the old man can't go by himself...... Providence, providence, look at you and I are destined to go to prison...... Oh, no, you're going to eat a knife tomorrow, and it seems that the old man is the only one sitting in prison, really...... Alas!"

Zhuge Wolong's legs and feet were so sore that they couldn't look like they, but like a kind of compensation, his mouth began to be active, and it was not as active as it could be.

"Thirty years of skill...... It's so deep......"

Mo Ye silently compared 'thirty years' and 'ten steps' in his heart, and he was not ready to make any conclusions, because he felt that it was almost there.

Whether it was a temptation or a test, he was basically able to conclude that Zhuge Wolong would indeed not commit suicide again, and in this case, neither he nor Zhuge Wolong had any reason to continue to spend time in this dark and dirty tunnel.

"I ...... I don't want to die yet! I don't want to die at all! I still want to take revenge! I want to avenge my grievances! I want to make it difficult for those traitors, officials, filthy officials, and officials to sleep and eat—— I have to escape no matter what! Ahhhhhh!!!!h

Zhuge Wolong's lofty talk came to an end for the time being, and Mo Ye, who had heard all this, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly erupted with a strong reaction like an awakened volcano.

I forgot who had roared out the pathos in which years, the iron chains were rattling, and the iron bones were ringing.

"Click!

In Mo Ye's wild screams, a series of tooth-chilling sounds sounded in the darkness.

"Yang boy, ...... you?"

Zhuge Wolong cried out in a lost voice, how rich was his experience? Mo Xie had already guessed Mo Ye's plan halfway through his speech.

But he couldn't stop Mo Xie, and he didn't have the strength to stop Mo Xie.

The smell of blood spread rapidly in the darkness, accompanied by heavy breathing and an uncomfortable whisper in his throat just to listen to it.

"Old gentleman...... Can you still walk?"

Every word was squeezed out of the teeth, and every word was shaking, not just because it was too hard but because it was shaky.

Zhuge Wolong imagined a face, a brain full of green tendons, and a crowd of facial features, more like a beast than a human.

"Can ......"

His tongue precedes his brain in giving an answer.

"Let's go!"

Roaring, roaring, gambling on everything innate in this shell, Zhuge Wolong was carried by a fiery and sticky hand, running through the tunnels.

His brain was blanked by the air that was constantly coming from front of him.

Until—

"Woohoo......!"

Small stone mountain, the air of freedom filled the lungs of the two prisoners. Zhuge Wolong breathed heavily, greedy and thirsty.

The air in the prison was always foul, and it was full of dying or dead people, and Zhuge Wolong once used the word 'suppuration' to describe the breath there.

He hadn't breathed the air outside for many years, the natural fragrance of the grass and trees, and the residual warmth of the rocks and mud that had been basked in the sun all day, one side was refreshing, and the other side penetrated through the heavenly spirit from the heart of his feet.

He looked up, and the moon was just over midair.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to cry.

"How are you?"

Under the stone mountain, at the mouth of the secret road, the moon is like a remnant, and there is still a mouthful.

The moonlight sprinkled on Zhuge Wolong's body, shining on his face, which was sweat.

The moonlight also sprinkled on Mo Ye's body, and there was sweat on his face, but no matter how the moonlight shone like this, it couldn't shine that crystalline.

"Whirring ......"

It's like an old bellows being pulled by a dying old farmer, slow down and powerless.

"Plop. ”

Mo Xie's body swayed, and finally chose the former between leaning forward and leaning backward.

A cordial meeting took place between the mud and sand on the ground and his face.

"Yang boy!"

Mo Ye kept holding Zhuge Wolong's hand, and his fall almost brought Zhuge Wolong down.

He shouted, and then he noticed that Mo Ye's hand was pulling him loose.

The hand loosened and fell to the ground, as if it had bounced once or twice in the moonlight.

Zhuge Wolong was shocked, he couldn't care about the weakness of 'the real body was hollowed out', and hurriedly stepped forward and turned Mo Ye over.

"Ahh

An exclamation echoed in the barren mountains and mountains, startling countless birds.