But in the end, the officials did not dare to blatantly disregard human life.

After a few days, they made a rule: patients who could move around could bring their own food; And those who can't even stand up will either have someone else help carry some gruel, or they will simply starve to death.

Ye Mu Shen struggled to pass on his back body.

Licking his chapped lips, he tried to prop himself up.

However, it seemed as if his hands and legs were no longer his own, and he did not listen to the dictates of his own will.

If you push too hard, your body will twitch uncontrollably, and your internal organs will be burned as if they are being burned by fire.

Being hungry is not a pleasant feeling.

But the illness made Ye Mushen's hunger compromise.

He smiled bitterly: Why did he no longer dislike the ugliness and squalor of such a dilapidated place?

It seems that the nightmare of the past six months has really changed a lot......

His eyes were swollen and his vision was blurred, staring blankly at the vain footprints that came and went in front of his eyes.

No one stopped to bring him porridge and food.

During the day, he vaguely heard that the body in front of him had been brought in the early morning before—he was still alive at that time.

In the hazy light, the corpses were not as terrible or disgusting as they had imagined.

For some reason, Ye Mushen remembered Dong Changyou's corpse again.

Yoyo remembered the scene of that day again...... Something doesn't seem right...... But what went wrong......

When his thoughts were flying, a childish child's voice came from behind, "Daddy, that grandfather is so pitiful." Shall we divide the porridge in half a bowl for him? ”

Ye Mushen was stunned, only to realize that the "grandfather" that the child said was actually himself.

Scold...... And no wonder......

Another low, rough voice sounded, "Ah Qin, he is dying, and he will still die if he drinks porridge." ”

Ye Mushen's heart sank.

The memories that just came back to my mind...... Isn't it predicting your own upcoming fate?

He is not afraid of death, but he still feels that he is dead like this, and Wanqing will not be able to wait for him, so he will be very worried, right?

I can't see the child born, I can't wait for Brother Jing to end his life of exile, and I can't wait for someone to forgive me......

It's really hard to accept such a fate calmly.

"But......" The child probably did not like his father's merciless reply.

"Moreover, this bowl of porridge was given to you by Daddy, you must drink it all...... Because tomorrow ...... Daddy may be ...... tomorrow I can't give you food......" The man's voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Daddy can't take it, so Achin will help Daddy take it and take two bowls. One bowl for Daddy, one bowl for this grandfather......"

Ye Mushen's nose suddenly became sour.

"Ah Qin......" the man choked and sighed, "You drink this bowl of porridge first, and we will ...... tomorrow tomorrow."

After a while, the child cried and asked in a childish voice, "Is Daddy going to see Auntie tomorrow?" ”

"Alas...... Don't go, don't go. Daddy promised to take care of you with allergies. Waiting for you to gain fame and fame for the benefit of our Han people, Daddy still wants to hold a few grandchildren......"

The conversation between the father and son was still going on intermittently, but Ye Mushen couldn't listen to it anymore.

Even breathing would cause him unbearable pain.

He was so sad that he wanted to cry like a child.

He confessed that he was a sinner and that it was not a pity to die.

But this kid ...... What did you do wrong?