Ji Li was locked in a cage, and his pipa bones had been pierced by iron chains, and the blood was flowing everywhere, solidifying into char and stench.

He didn't feel any pain.

The lord of the Yamen of Jingzhili had already thought that he had a strange skill, so he ordered to pierce his pipa bone.

Now Ji Li has already lost all the strength to struggle, so he can only lean against the wall blankly, dazedly recalling the news sent by the cell head just now.

His father, Mr. Ji, a talented man at the time, is gone.

Before he died, he didn't see his father, which made him very trance.

He felt that the news was fake, obviously he was gagging with the old man at home two days ago, and the old man was not ambiguous in his scolding on the street.

How can you die?

couldn't figure it out, so there were no tears, Ji Li stared blankly at the straw in the cell, and no one around him noticed him except for the screams and the prisoner's gasps.

When the heartache is extreme, it is speechless, and once a person has experienced a blow that is too heavy, he will be in a trance, and even lose his mind.

Ji Li had this strange feeling now, he had escaped into nothingness, feeling that all this was just a void.

The pain on his body, and the sludge on his prison clothes, reminded him all the time that everything was over, and the loneliness that belonged to him was nothing more than the weeds and the obsession that slowly rotted.

What is Heritage?

Where's the beauty?

Why am I here?

Where is this?

One question after another kept knocking on Ji Li's heart, leaving him with no time to enjoy the torment brought to him by the pain.

Thinking about it, a shout came from outside the cell:

"Walk the water!!

One after the other, all the prisoners boiled, and the shouts came and went, and after a while they turned into panic again.

Because they have nowhere to go, because this is a prison.

"Let Lao Tzu out, Lao Tzu doesn't want to burn here!"

"Help!"

The voice of shouting showed the helpless sadness, but Ji Li still didn't react, letting the smoke of gunpowder fill, the black smoke and blood, steaming the last breath in his heart.

He was originally a stunned bad boy, pinching insects and walking birds every day, and nothing could bother him except for beauties.

But why did he have to experience the great joys and sorrows of this world in a short period of time?

Ji Li couldn't figure it out, he felt that someone was joking with him.

His father's voice and smile slowly spread with the smoke, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to grab it, but found nothing.

At the bottom of his heart, there was also a sigh, which was a wisp of obsession planted in his heart, which was deeply rooted in his heart with the continuation of the inheritance.

The screams in the prison were heard one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the entire cell was swept through, and a big man who covered his face rushed in.

His feet were full of blood and corpses, hatred and heartache, intertwined into his disordered steps.

"Boy, dead or not!"

It was Wu Laosan's shout, but Ji Li still couldn't wake up, he raised his head and looked blankly at the figure in the distance, the figure was very psychedelic, and it had nothing to do with reality at all.

Wu Laosan rushed in, with countless officers and soldiers behind him, as well as the screams of the prisoners who had just broken free from the cage, making him more and more fierce and manic.

Pus and blood gushed from his shoulder, and Wu Laosan seemed to be possessed by a killing god, and he made a bloody way and came to Ji Li's prison door.

"You..."

Wu Laosan wanted to wake him up, but before he could speak, he had already seen Ji Li's condition, and he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand such a blow and had already collapsed.

How could he not be?

As soon as he woke up and listened to Lu Buchen explain things clearly, Wu Laosan was crazy and only thought about rebellion, but before he could rush to kill him, Lu Buchen stopped him again.

When he said that Lan Yidao helped each other, Wu Laosan was quite surprised, he thought that this person was dead-eyed, but he didn't expect that he was quite righteous.

didn't want to wait any longer, Wu Laosan rushed to the dungeon that night to save Ji Li.

He was no longer able to save the old man's life, and Bai Changsheng was already "dead", how could he let Ji Li die again?

But Pi Pixia disappeared, which made him and Lu Buchen a little anxious, and the matter was in front of them, and the two of them could only leave one Lu Buchen and let Wu Laosan see the opportunity.

Lu Buchen didn't have any surprise when he saw Wu Laosan leaving, but he just softly ordered the guys on the side, from today on, no one knows these people, and everything they left behind will be burned down.

And all the actions of the imperial court must be inquired about, and then buy some carrier pigeons, which are kept for later use.

After the order, the man went down to work, Lu Buchen glanced at the wasteland of the bonfire, and his eyes reflected the laughter of the old days, this farewell, maybe never again.

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Wu Laosan rushed to the cell of the Jingzhili Yamen, and he found that it was not at all like what he said before, all the officers and soldiers were still there, and Lan Yidao's order did not seem to have been given.

Wu Laosan was originally angry at that guy and didn't believe it, but the officers and soldiers guarding the prison door all looked at each other angrily and shouted loudly that Lord Lan was dead, and they would never let him down.

Only then did he have the idea and determination to kill the enemy bravely to comfort the sages, Wu Laosan was very shocked after hearing it, and he was still pondering while killing the enemy: This Lan died with a knife?

Although he didn't know what was going on, Wu Laosan didn't dare to delay, for fear that Ji Li would be killed, so he rushed in brandishing a treasure knife.

was turned upside down, and finally saw Ji Li, who was still sitting stupidly after being pierced through the pipa bone.

Maybe he has already dried his tears, how can there be humanity in this dungeon?

Wu Laosan's jaw trembled, and with all his might, he split Ji Li's prison door, picked him up, turned around and rushed out.

Through the darkness and came to the avenue of light, Wu Laosan didn't have time to think about where to flee, and he had already found that what was waiting for him in front of him was a group of iron horsemen.

Putting down the shaky Ji Li, Wu Laosan held the treasure knife in his hand, without the slightest cowardice, this day was not for him, there was no room for luck.

"It looks like it's going to be turned upside down."

Wu Laosan looked at the dense soldiers, and said coldly, before he could start fighting, the group of iron curtain-like soldiers separated a gap:

"Let them go."

In a dark corner, a fat official gave such an order, and then said to himself:

"I can't do it until you're all together, I have to wait until you're all together..."

Repeated over and over again, as if thinking repeatedly, this fat official did not show up, but no one dared not listen to his orders.

Wu Laosan carried Ji Li, and when he heard the order, he slowly passed through a line of iron horses, his heart churned, and he felt a kind of hatred for secretly living.

After passing through layers of iron curtains, Wu Laosan looked back at the prosperity and ruthlessness of Gyeonggi, and said indifferently:

"I will remember each and every one of you, and I will find you, and from now on thirty years my faith will be your head."

Everyone felt a cool air coming out of their backs, and before they had time to reminisce, Wu Laosan had already disappeared on the street carrying Ji Li.

From now on, it is difficult to hate the water.

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