Not only did he lock the door to the chamber, but he also locked the iron door. We stood in the chamber and shouted, and soon we knew who each other was. Later, we talked through three doors, but we couldn't see each other's faces and figures. ”

"What are the reliefs on the furniture in the secret room?"

"It's all the unsightly pickled and filthy things—all the things that are a carnival between men and women. Before he took me away, he used an axe to cut off all the reliefs. If he hadn't cut off all the reliefs on the furniture, we wouldn't have guessed that you had entered the Mingchen Temple. ”

"Do you know what this place is?"

"I don't know, what kind of place is this?"

"This is the Purple Cloud View."

"Purple Cloud View? He brought me here the other night, and I felt like I had walked a long way up the mountain. ”

"Feel like you've walked a long way up the mountain? Haven't you walked this road before? ”

"When the old beast took me out of the secret room of Mingchen Temple, he blindfolded me with a cloth, and the cloth gagged our mouths." Shimizu Road.

"Didn't you and Jingping leave the secret room of Mingchen Temple together?"

"Jingping was the first to be brought here."

"How many days have you been here?"

"A few days? I don't know, but we know that it won't be long, just two or three days! ”

I don't know, that's right, people can't perceive time in a dark secret room.

"Do you know who he is?"

"I don't know, until now, we don't know who he is?"

No wonder Shang Wenjun called Zhizhen an "old brute".

"You just said that he has to go to the secret room once a day, what kind of clothes does he wear?"

"In pajamas, he forced us to wear pajamas, and if we didn't, he whipped us with a leather whip—you see—" Shang Wenjun rolled up her sleeves, tears welling up in her eyes.

Everyone clearly saw that on Shang Wenjun's left arm, there were three relatively clear whip marks, and the whip marks had turned black.

"Jingping has more whip marks on his body." Shang Wenjun said as he pulled the collar of Jingping's pajamas, revealing his right shoulder, at this time, everyone noticed that Jingping and Shang Wenjun were only wearing a pajamas, and there were many whip marks on Jingping's shoulders, and these whip marks were horizontal and vertical.

Eyes rolled down Qing Shui's cheeks.

Liu Wenbin rushed into the room, and Wuji followed him, holding a bowl in his hand and two spoons in the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

Han Lingling stood up, took the bowl from Wuji's hand, and then opened the lid, and there was half an egg custard in the bowl.

Qingping knelt on the bed, slowly helped Jingping's upper body up, and held her in his arms.

"Shang Wenjun, you eat a little first, and we will take care of Jingping." Han Lingling said.

"I'll eat it later, feed her first." Qingping Road.

Two hard-working women supported each other and spent a long, inhuman life in a dark den.

Han Lingling slowly fed the egg custard into Jingping's mouth with a spoon, and everyone present saw the squirming of Jingping's throat, which showed that she was swallowing food.

Wuwen Daoist instructed Wuji to bring a towel and a basin of cold water, he wet the towel and wrung it out slightly, then folded it and put it on Jingping's forehead.

"Captain, she's got her hands." Left pointed to the east and pointed to the finger of Jingping's left hand.

There is no need to look at Jingping's fingers, because Jingping slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were full of bloodshots, her face was unusually pale, and it was not an exaggeration to describe Jingping at this time with "describing withering".