Yang Wei was like a living corpse, his face was pale and terrifying, and he had no other movements at all except for the occasional inadvertent twitching of his fingers.

I don't know if it was the physical pain and discomfort that made him lose his vitality, or the despair in his heart that made him give up the opportunity to struggle.

"You helped others, but you are willing to pay for your life, I don't know how generous he paid you?"

Luo Tian glanced at the bloodstains that had been pulled out of his body with his eyes, and the dagger that had been thrown on the ground before he could deal with it, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to poke at his weakness.

Yang Wei closed his heavy eyes with difficulty, not wanting to listen to her anymore, nor wanting to recall anything related to that person.

blamed himself for being too weak, and let that person seize the opportunity to threaten him with his family and force him to do something he shouldn't do.

But now, what's the point of thinking about something that isn't realistic?

He died early and late, and he had to die in whoever he died, but the way and time of death were different. But what does it matter?

He didn't ask for anything anymore. Now, he only hopes that that person still has a little bit of conscience, even if it is for the sake of what he has done for him, let his wife, children and children go.

"What, Lord Yang is tired? Is it comfortable to sleep here? Are you still used to it? ”

Luo Tian's smooth voice once again lingered in Yang Wei's ears out of place, breaking all his thoughts.

"There are thousands of paths in life, and all of them have a good way out, but Lord Yang prefers to choose this one, why bother?" Luo tilted his head as if helpless and regretful.

He didn't want to hear any more from Luo Tilt.

He wanted to stop Luo from continuing.

However, his dry lips squirmed, but his throat was so hoarse that he could not make a sound, and he did not have the strength to do so.

"Come on, bring a glass of water to Lord Yang." After talking for so long, seeing that Yang Wei finally had the slightest movement, Luo Tiantian instructed the guards who followed behind him.

The little guard hesitated, but because of his identity, he finally complied.

It's just that the jailer's attitude towards Yang Wei is not very good, and before Yang Wei can come to his senses, a large bowl of cold water was poured into Yang Wei's mouth by him, and at least half of it flowed down Yang Wei's neck to his body.

This scene is not beautiful. Let Luo Tiantian open his eyes a little unbearable.

"Ahem......" Yang Wei was choked and coughed, and seemed to be much more awake under the stimulation of cold water.

"Stand down." Luo Tiantian gestured to the jailer guarding the door, and held them all back.

In a moment, in the huge dungeon, there was no one else except Luo Tiantian and the half-dead Yang Wei.

Luo Tiantian, who was already standing in front of Yang Wei, walked into Yang Wei further, talked and laughed, and flicked a small pill into Yang Wei's mouth at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

After living for such a long time, his instinctive defensiveness and worry made Yang Wei frightened, and his cranial nerves woke up instantly.

It's just that this pill melts in the mouth and fuses with blood, and by the time Yang Wei reacts, it was already too late, and he tried his best to spit out the pill, but it was to no avail.

"You...... What did I eat......"

Could it be, poison?

A poison that makes people unable to survive and die?

Yang Wei's voice trembled more and more, and he was even a little scared. Facing Luo Tilt made him feel more terrible than facing death, because he would never know what would be waiting for him in the next second.

"Lord Yang, don't worry, you won't die."