"Hey, you tap." Jiang Hong couldn't stop inhaling the cold air.

"Bear with me, and you'll be fine in no time." Tang Qi said. Tang Qi was the little doctor who treated Jiang Hong's wounds yesterday, and Jiang Hong saw that he was applying medicine to himself, so he asked for his name.

Jiang Hong's back was covered with whip marks, almost the entire back was covered, and it was scary for a while, fortunately, there was no worry about his life for the time being, but Jiang Hong, who was already weak, was subjected to this punishment again, I am afraid that he must recuperate from his injuries for a while, otherwise his life will be worried, and even if he survives, he will definitely fall ill in the future.

But whether the yellow scarf in prison can give Jiang Hong time to recuperate, and when will the next execution to extract a confession, Jiang Hong has no bottom in his heart, maybe a few days later, maybe tomorrow, he can only hold on, if he can't hold on, it will be a dead end, and if he continues, maybe there is still some hope.

After Tang Qi finished taking the medicine, he was about to leave, but was pulled by Jiang Hong, who was lying on the wooden board.

"Why did you know the news that Zhang Jiao is seriously ill?" Jiang Hong pulled him closer and asked softly.

Tang Qi saw that he didn't say anything today, Jiang Hong was afraid that he would be entangled, so he had to say helplessly:

"Weng Weng is the person who takes care of the great sage and good teacher, and the great sage and good teacher are clear about Weng Weng's condition, and I still know about this matter by listening to Weng Weng talking to himself." As he spoke, Tang Qi's face darkened.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Hong saw that Tang Qi's face was wrong, so he asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that I remembered that Weng Weng is no longer here, and I'm just a little sad."

"Uh... The dead are gone, the living are gone, and the little brother should not be too sad. Jiang Hong was a little embarrassed when he accidentally asked about other people's sadness, so he could only comfort him.

"Also, don't keep calling me an adult, under Li Bai, how many years older than you, if you don't dislike it, just call me Brother Li."

"Well, got it, Brother Li."

Tang Qi rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and forcibly held back a smile:

"Brother Li, the villain left first, and I hope the adults will cherish it." After saying that, he left.

Fighting a war is always going to die, today it's you, tomorrow maybe it's me, alas, forget it, don't think about this, let's think about how to survive, people only have hope if they are alive, endure the discomfort on his body, Jiang Hong slowly fell asleep.

In the more than ten days since then, nothing has happened, and the second interrogation has not come, I don't know if the people above have forgotten their tongues, but the yellow turban guards in the prison often punch and kick themselves, and Jiang Hong can only shrink in the corner of the wall every time, curling his whole body together.

Blood was oozing from the wound, and the clothes on Jiang Hong's body had already become a veritable bloody clothes. Every time he was beaten, even more excessively, these yellow scarves still peed on Jiang Hong, and Jiang Hong swore that he had never been so humiliated in his two lives.

But even if there was a monstrous anger in his heart, even if Jiang Hong was eager to stab the yellow scarf named Zhang Si in front of him, even if he had the idea of fighting to the death countless times, he was still suppressed by the trace of reason in Jiang Hong's mind. Hold back, hold back, hold back, Jiang Hong couldn't help but read to himself that he would get out alive, he would slaughter these miscellaneous pieces alive, he would live no longer be bullied, and he would live to climb to the top of the mountain step by step.

Holding his head tightly with both hands, his eyes revealed endless murderous intent, but then he lowered his head again, and his ten fingers were held tightly, so that Jiang Hong didn't notice that his nails were inserted into his flesh. I will definitely live, fight, mock me, I will return the humiliation suffered at this moment, tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold to you, so that you will not taste the worst torture, I Jiang Hong swear not to be a human being.

When the yellow scarf was tired of kicking and scolding, he spit a few mouthfuls of spit on Jiang Hong, sprinkled a soak of urine, and left with a scolding and scolding, so that Jiang Hong could let go of his blue and purple body, lay on the ground, and take a breath.

Tang Qi would come to deal with Jiang Hong's injuries every night, Jiang Hong only felt that Tang Qi's medicine was surprisingly good, in this regard, Tang Qi said that this was his grandfather's lifelong learning, what he saw, and what he heard, so that he came up with the wound medicine, and the treatment of external injuries was surprisingly good.

In the past half a month, although Jiang Hong's injury on his buttocks has not healed, it has not affected his activities too much, of course, strenuous exercises such as running and jumping still can't be done, and the whip marks on his back have also improved a lot, leaving many scars, I am afraid that they will never be able to get rid of them.

Jiang Hong doesn't care too much about this, he is not a woman, what does the impact of some scars have, but it is not very good-looking, and outsiders usually can't see it, so it doesn't matter.

As a captive, Jiang Hong only has one meal a day, no rice, not even porridge, some are just a palm-sized coarse grain cake and a bowl of water, while starving Jiang Hong to death, he still retains some strength, so that in order to save this strength, Jiang Hong almost lies down or sits against the wall in a daze every day, Jiang Hong feels that if he continues like this, he is really going to be wasted.

On this day, the jailer outside the door threw Jiang Hong's only food every day in, Jiang Hong walked over and picked it up, only to feel a little wet, as if it had been drenched in water, but it didn't care so much, it was drenched by water, Jiang Hong was about to get it to his mouth, and a strong smell came into Jiang Hong's nose.

Jiang Hong instantly understood what was going on, and there was a monstrous anger in his heart, he couldn't hold back any longer, but he had nowhere to vent, and threw the cake in his hand hard, but the anger in his heart couldn't leave with the departure of a piece of cake, Jiang Hong walked around angrily, walked to the wall, and kept beating the wall with his fist.

Punch after punch, the fist was full of blood, slowly flowing down his arm, Jiang Hong leaned his head against the wall, his body slowly fell and sat down, supporting his weak head with his blood-covered hand, and for a while, tears actually burst out of his eyes.

I can't stand it anymore, and I can't bear it anymore, why do I have to suffer so much humiliation, why do I have to live on my knees so humiliatingly and abandoning my dignity, why, why, why!!!

Jiang Hong couldn't hold back for a while, tears kept flowing down his cheeks, he kept sobbing, and suddenly he wanted to think about his mother who he hadn't seen since birth, he wanted to fall into her arms and cry loudly, he wanted to escape all this, he wanted to go back to the present world, go to work safely every day, eat some barbecue and drink some beer with a few fox friends after work, even if he was dazed all his life, Jiang Hong also wanted to go back, what people are on people, what crossing, go to his horse's ideals, go to his horse's dreams, go to fucking crossing, I can't stand it anymore.

After crying for a long, long time, it seemed that he had cried all the tears of his life, Jiang Hong raised his head, looked at the black roof with red and swollen eyes, looked at it for a long time, seemed to have made up his mind, walked to the side, and found out the knife that had been hidden a long time ago, and asked Tang Qi to cut the carrion of the patient, a small knife, but it was enough to kill, tomorrow, he would use the blood of those yellow turbans to wash away his humiliation, tomorrow, just tomorrow, everything will be over.

But he didn't want to die yet, Jiang Hong held his head tightly, panting incessantly, endure, he had to endure it, he had to endure all the humiliation, and then change it back tenfold and hundredfold, not only did he want revenge, but he also had to live well and live like a person.

Leaning against the cold wall, Jiang Hong gradually calmed down, and the knife in his hand was tightly put down, hiding back in its place.

Originally, Jiang Hong thought about it for a long time, and finally chose to believe Tang Qi and told him that after Zhang Jiao's death, the Han army would definitely attack the city on a large scale, and at this moment, the attention of the whole city was on the city wall, and no one would care about this remote prison at all. As long as he has a weapon, he can escape from prison early and create chaos in the city, so that the Han army can attack the city, and he can also avenge Tang Qi's dead grandfather as soon as possible.

By the way, I forgot to mention that Tang Qi's grandfather was the miracle doctor who was pulled out and cut by Zhang Liang before. Tang Qi was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then the next day, he brought Jiang Hong a knife and the prison escape route he drew for Jiang Hong.

It's just that the willows are bright and bright, and God wants to make a big joke on Jiang Hong, but I saw that Tang Qi asked for more time to heal Jiang Hong, but Tang Qi stumbled in and whispered to Jiang Hong excitedly:

"Brother Li, Brother Li, Zhang Jiao is dead, Zhang Jiao is dead!!"