I don't know how long I have been playing continuously, and if I pretend to be dizzy, I will be beaten into a real dizzy, and I will be woken up by cold water when I faint.

After the whip, the jailer, as if tired from the beating, slowly turned to drink, and when he had finished drinking, he began to curse at him in drunkenness.

Not just for him, but also for the prisoners who were hung on wooden barbed racks like him.

The people around them lowered their heads, as if they couldn't hear anything, and they took it for granted, calm as stagnant water.

Xingwang looked at the jailer with his head held high, his eyes full of confusion and anger.

The jailer's eyes narrowed at him, "What do you see! ”

Xingwang is silent, and even if the CCP is beaten, it is just a whip.

After being beaten like this, this little young master, who was used to being held in the palm of his hand, thought that he had tasted great human suffering.

So the jailer cursed, picked up a handful of objects and rushed forward.

When he was released from prison, in just three days, he was in dire straits inside and turned upside down outside.

The plague is like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and no grass grows where it passes.

The evil officials in the prison are like tigers, and the corpses are everywhere outside the prison.

The family's silk village seemed to have been looted, all the valuable things were gone, the worthless ones were smashed on the spot, his two sisters were gone, they couldn't be found inside and out, and they couldn't see anyone dead or dead.

I went to ask, and there were homeless people who came from nowhere, and I replied to him in a trance, maybe they were eaten.

Asked more carefully, one after another, the answer remained the same, but it became more and more certain.

Babbling a few words piece together a horrific truth.

So much so that in the end, when he asked again, he asked hopelessly, and replied that he had indeed been eaten, and that he had been eaten.

After the man finished speaking, he pointed to the pile of messes at the base of the wall and said, "Do you want to look for it, maybe you can find a few bones that have not been eaten clean." ”

The fallen leaves return to their roots because the soul has dissipated, in order to bury the body in their homeland.

Logically speaking, an incomplete body is also considered a flesh body, and if it is said according to the principle passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors,

The delicate and expensive young master couldn't control it for a while, and thought about it a little bit, and then began to hold on to the wall and vomit, spitting so bitter that the bile water was almost empty, and after spitting, there was no one to rely on.

No one wiped his tears, no one told him stories, no one took him in his arms and spoke to him cordially and gently.

Dirty fingers, greedy slaps, stripped him of the last of his silk, turning him into his own kind, and even dirtier than they were.

So he also became an outcast, the kind of person he used to despise. Falling from the clouds, his head loaded into the mud.

The plague brought hunger and fear, and took away wealth and pride, as well as one of his bright eyes.

In the past, his mother always touched his head and smiled, praising his beautiful eyes, like his father, like the stars in the sky.

The stars have fallen.

The deceased is gone, and the living must find a way to live.

He fled from the place where the man was eating people, and made his way north, desperately trying to get out of this broken place trapped by the plague.

On the way, when he was about to starve to death, he was rescued by a woman with a child, who was not much better than him, but who gave him a drink.

It's just a mouthful of clean water, he used to look at it, but now it's a life-saving baby.

So he asked the woman what she was called, and she was feebly protecting the child, and she replied, "I don't know if I will live until tomorrow, but I know what the name is for." ”

Xingwang immediately stopped asking, and simply called her aunt, and supported each other along the way.

It's not so much about leaving, it's about escaping, escaping from this desperate place, and leaving home in exchange for a chance to live.

But he fled to the southwest, and the plague followed his footsteps and went north.

The outcasts became synonymous with the plague, and everyone was so desperate to kill them all.

My aunt was a virtuous and beautiful woman before she became a homeless person, and her original son was not very good, and after arriving in Yongxian, she was even more ill, and she was completely confused in a few days, except for her child named Xiaodouzi, almost no one knew her.

So the little master concealed the identity of the homeless, knocked out the real blood in his head, don't be paid day and night, just ask the innkeeper to give a mouthful of food, just live.

He didn't dare to say that he was a homeless, but said that in addition to the changes in his family, he came and went, but he also stayed.

The shopkeeper's speech was sharp and crisp, and his life was sharp and thin, poking at the storyteller, like a pillar with a sharpened head.

The pillar of the platform is stingy, and the mung bean can pick out a lot of faults in the work he has just finished in the blink of an eye, and at the end, he slowly strokes his two goatees, and deducts a steamed bun between his tongue and lotus flowers.

But stinginess is stinginess, and he will not give him at all, and the most excessive is just a little less.

When he was a little less busy, he hurriedly put the food he had secretly accumulated into his arms, avoided all possible eyes, took the narrowest path, and sent it to his aunt and Xiaodouzi.

To live, he just wants to live. I used to want to live alone, but now I want three people to live together.

The food that even a teenager couldn't feed was broken into three parts, and the evil consequences were clearly revealed.

My aunt's illness became more and more serious, because there was no money to see it, and no doctor was willing to show it to the homeless, for fear that she would get something that she couldn't get rid of.

Xiaodouzi is getting thinner and thinner day by day, and when she sits with her knees in her arms, her patella is clearly prominent, her palms are so hard that she can hurt her palms, her face is getting smaller and smaller, and her eyes are getting bigger and bigger.

He was busy, squeezing the flesh and blood of his body together with hope into a handful of burning and boiling sincerity, eager to pounce on his aunt and Xiaodouzi, but there was no hope on their faces.

What my aunt said when she was sober was very right, I don't know if I can live until tomorrow, what are I doing with my name?

When Song Yuchen asked this, he was stunned, his eyes were turbulent, and confusion was mixed with confusion.

After waiting for a while and not being able to wait for an answer, Song Yuchen was not in a hurry, he looked at him quietly, and his eyes were calm and peaceful.

After being at a loss for a moment, Xingwang calmed down a little.

No, this person in front of him is not the same as the traffickers who came before.

In the past, those who were willing to take the initiative to approach this displaced area were not well-intentioned, holding their fat heads high and big ears, picking and choosing among the crowd.

The beautiful and smart ones were bought, and what awaited them was an uncertain future.

Mu Ran was left behind in a daze, and what awaited them was a basically unchanged death.

If he really came to buy a child, he should have already beaten him at this moment, and with his current state, it is impossible for him to be this person's opponent.

Xingwang looked at the man in front of him, and suddenly had some intuition - the other party is not simple, and it is not simple in the ordinary sense.