In the evening, when the lights were on, two strong servants pushed the door in, untied the ropes with their hands and feet, and lowered the man who was hanging from the beam.

It was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, and his body and face were so scarred that he could no longer see what he was.

The strong servant threw him into the hay on the ground, and the young man lay on his back for a long time, until a strong servant kicked him, and he struggled to get up, and the strong servant scooped out a bowl of porridge from the rice bucket, and looked down at the young man in the haystack condescendingly: "Do you want to eat?" Then follow the example of a dog and crawl quickly! ”

They are rough servants in the house, not only to listen to the master, but also to see the faces of the faceless minions around the master, even the fat girl with a bucket waist in the big kitchen does not give them a good face, and only in this young man can they feel the fun.

When the old man was in a bad mood, he came to the young man and whipped him a few times, they did not dare to beat him more, the young man was already scarred, in case they beat him to death, the old man would not spare them, so they could only kick a few feet, let the young man learn a few dog barks.

"Climb quickly, hurry up!" Another strong servant shouted.

The young man squirmed and crawled to the feet of the strong servant little by little, and the strong servant stretched out his dirty shoes, rubbed them on the young man's face, and said, "Grandpa, scream!" ”

The boy seemed to have long been accustomed to it, he shook his lips, and called out indistinctly, "Grandpa", and the two strong servants laughed, and put the porridge in the bowl on the ground, and the boy immediately crawled over, and drank the porridge in a big gulp, and drank all over his face.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, the two strong servants did not let him go, and said with a smile: "Wash the bowl." ”

The boy immediately obediently stuck out his tongue and licked the bowl, like a well-behaved puppy, licking the bowl inside and out, and he licked it carefully and contentedly, as if he were doing a favorite thing.

The strong servants were finally pleasant, and when they were leaving, they did not forget to look at the young man's face, let out a fart unscrupulously, and walked out laughing.

Walking out of this cell, which was converted from a firewood house, they became the most unidentified rough servants in the house, doing the hardest and most tiring work, and eating the most coarse food.

The cell was dark again, and at last the footsteps of the servants could not be heard, and the boy exhaled a cloudy breath, and his eyes pierced through the night, and he looked coldly at the nailed window, where there was a glimmer of light, it was moonlight, moonlight that had not been seen for a long time.

Tomorrow morning, someone will come in and hang him to a beam, and his limbs will be fastened with ropes, and he will not be lowered until evening.

He was already numb, so numb that he didn't feel the pain of the whip on his body.

Suddenly, he heard a slight creaking sound, and he listened intently, it was someone scraping the door panel with a hard object, and someone was outside the door!

He held his breath, the voice stopped abruptly, and then, he heard a somewhat shrill voice: "Lang Yue, you have to hold on, we are trying to find a way to get you out." ”

In the dark night, the voice seemed to come from the underworld, ethereal, until the silence outside the door returned, and Lang Yue was still doubting whether the voice just now was his imagination or real.

Han Wuji rubbed his nose that was pinched by himself, and shook his head with a wry smile, Miss Shen was right, Lang Yue not only knew him, but also knew his voice, fortunately, now he only heard no one and didn't see anyone, he could still pinch his nose to deal with the past, if he really wanted to see his people, he couldn't hide it if he wanted to.

Miss Shen can let him sneak into the Meng Mansion, he can find this cell, and talk to Lang Yue at the door, it is not difficult for them to rescue Lang Yue, but Miss Shen said that it is not the time yet, what he has to do is to stabilize Lang Yue, not to seek death and life, let alone die in the hands of the Meng family.

Ever since he learned that Lang Yue had escaped by himself after pretending to faint that day, Han Wuji had held his breath in his heart. Lang Yue fled right under his nose, and although he fainted at the time, and although no one blamed him, it was as disgusting to him as swallowing a fly.

Maybe in Miss Shen's eyes, she has already treated him as a useless waste.

So this time, he must come, even at the risk of it.

What's more, Shen Tong is interested in Ah Shao, he can't let Ah Shao take risks, just like in that broken alley, he can't let Ah Shao die.

In the cell, Lang Yue stared at the closed wooden door for a long time, who was that person? Besides the master, who else in this world will come to save him?

The master was already dead, and he knew it when Master Meng whipped him with a whip.

Thinking of the master, Lang Yue's tears could no longer be suppressed, and poured out like mountains and seas.

How could the master die?

Master Meng was angry and devastated after learning that the master died, which means that the master was not killed by the Meng family, could it be those people from Nanweifang? Do they still have a remnant?

Or, will it be Shen Tong?

Lang Yue shook his head, even he could escape from Shen Tong's hands, let alone the master.

On the same night, flatbread lay on the roof of a squatter house and counted the stars.

"One, two, three, four...... No, the one just now seems to have been counted, let's count it again, one, two, three......"

Suddenly, a few night birds fluttered their wings and rose into the air, and the bread rolled on the ground, rolling into the shadows that the moon could not shine on.

One, two, three!

Three sturdy figures swept past where the night birds had flew, and the flatbread held its breath as it raced past where they were perched.

In a squatter room in the corner, a lamp is like a bean, and Xinyu is copying Buddhist scriptures under the lamp.

The dust has settled on the murder in Deyin Temple, the people of the Yamen have withdrawn from the temple, and there have been pilgrims one after another, but the pilgrims living in Deyin Temple are only Xin Yu alone.

Not to mention the pilgrims, the current Deyin Temple even accommodates the monks who put up orders.

In the huge lay dormitory, only this small courtyard is lit up, and every night, Xinyu will be afraid, and when she is afraid, she will copy the scriptures, and copy them until late at night every day.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound outside the window, like the night wind blowing the leaves......

Xinyu's heart was pounding, and she seemed to feel something, and she trembled to close the window.

But before her hand could touch the lattice, there was a knock at the door.

The window was only two or three steps away from the door, and Xinyu could see the three shadows stretched by the moonlight from the window.

"Who?" She asked in a trembling voice.

"Tu Wei." The sound is not high, but it is rich.

Xinyu breathed a sigh of relief, but her thin body trembled like a late autumn leaf.

She forced herself to compose herself, and walked to the door step by step, she stood by the door for a long time, the people outside were very patient, there was no urging, there was silence all around, she could even hear her own heartbeat, finally, she opened the door.