The dim light was plated in the dark room bit by bit.

When it coalesced into three pillars of light, I woke up.

When I woke up, I found that my body was cold and unbearable, and I was shivering.

I touched my cheeks and forehead, and it was hot like overheating.

"Hey, are you dead?"

A slap in the face was crisp.

A new ache woke me up. It turned out that Fang Cai was a dream.

A man in black stepped on my stomach and said arrogantly: "Boy, our boss is afraid that you will freeze to death, so he will bring you a quilt." Don't be dirty, this is for the wolfdogs in the yard.

I took the quilt and smelled a sour smell.

At this moment, I borrowed courage from somewhere, got up, straightened my head, and crashed into the man in black.

Unbeknownst to me, the man in black was a practitioner, he turned sideways and made me pounce in the air, and then reflexively hugged my waist, spun me in a circle and threw me to the ground.

In an instant, blood flowed from my mouth and nose, and it fell to the ground.

I was already scarred, but after this fiasco, I had no power to fight back.

"Playing tricks with Lao Tzu, you are not only tender, but you are simply hitting a stone with an egg."

After the man in black finished speaking, he made up for my waist.

"Ahh

I couldn't take it anymore and howled.

This shrill howl frightened the rat in the corner of the wall into its nest as fast as it could.

The man in black lit a cigarette, looked at me, and said leisurely: Listen to our boss, say it early, give you a good time early.

I secretly scolded: Grandma, your boss allowed me to go out alive after speaking, but you said to give me a good time. It seems that both horizontal and vertical are dead, and maybe death is more painful after speaking.

I raised my gaze and glared at the man in black, and spat in my mouth on the ground.

"Okay, you kid is a thorn, see if you can survive in time?"

"Whoosh."

After speaking, the man in black flicked the fiery red cigarette butt in my face, and then walked out of the dark room.

The burning sensation of the cigarette butt is more uncomfortable than the piercing of the sharp knife, and the terrifying high temperature can quickly greet every cell in the body.

In a world where there is no distinction between black and white, what gives me hope, in addition to the appearance of every ray of sunshine, is the concern for Sister Yun.

At this time, Sister Yun, is she desperately looking for me?

The man at the head is right, the greatest pain in the human world is the loss of freedom. I felt like I was going crazy.

In this way, counting the days of sunshine, I counted a total of three days.

On the third day, three men in black came again, still wearing masks and full of gloomy air.

"Have you figured it out? Wang Hua. ”

I was taken aback, how could this man know my name?

"You say it's too late now, I can guarantee that you will be given a way to live."

The man at the head bent slightly, and his words were modest.

To tell the truth, I don't even know what they want me to say, the origin of the emperor's tomb? That god-like story?

Seeing that I was speechless, the man in charge exhaled, brushed his hair, and stood up straight.

After that, he glanced at the two people beside him. I was weak and was framed by two people.

Suddenly, the leader threw a punch at my stomach.

The punch was lightning fast, making it impossible to dodge at all. Besides, I was killed by two men with big shoulders and round waists, and I couldn't break free at all.

"Boom."

I distinctly heard the blow coming from my belly.

Xu is thinner, and his voice is crisp and loud.

"Poof." A stream of blood spurted out of my mouth.

The men in black on both sides hurriedly let go of their hands for fear of being contaminated with blood.

I stumbled and rolled on the ground.

If there is a bottle of poison, I would rather drink the medicine and kill myself, this kind of living beating is simply worse than death.

"One day, I will ravage Wu Yun to the death."

After the leader man finished speaking, the other two laughed obscenely.

This extremely insulting sentence instantly ignited every vein in my body.

Then, like an angry leopard, I stood up with my swaying body.

I moved my body, walked to a few people, and sneered: You grandchildren, you don't dare to show your true faces, and you bully the few with more, you really deserve to be the ancestors of the bad seeds.

"I'll fuck you......"

After hearing this, a man in black wanted to rush over.

"Ah Shui, stop."

The leader man stopped him, slowly took off his mask, and showed a fierce smile on his face.

The other two also took off their masks one after another and looked at me with smug faces.

I looked at the three of them, wondering if I had crossed paths with them. But after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't have a clue.

"Boy, listen up, my name is Zhao Tianlong, the flying dragon is in the sky, and the flying dragon is in the sky."

The remaining two people, after listening to Zhao Tianlong's self-introduction, couldn't stop patting the horses on the side.

"You're all from the Heart Society?"

"Yes, our Brother Long is a well-known figure in the Zhuxin Society."

The man in black on the left said with his eyebrows fluttering.

After listening to his words, Zhao Tianlong was very proud, and the corners of his lips unconsciously hooked.

"Oh, how does that compare to the Holy Lord?"

I think that whoever dares to call himself a saint everywhere should be a person at the level of a leader.

This sentence obviously angered the three of them, and the man who was flattering Zhao Tianlong just now rushed to me and slapped me with a "snap".

I don't know the pain anymore. It's just that when the blood flows out of my lips, there is a fishy sweet taste on the tip of my tongue.

Zhao Tianlong twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: Yes, you asked a very good question, compared to the Holy Lord, I am indeed insignificant, but ......

"But what?"

I stared into his eyes and caught a glimpse of danger.

"They will soon disappear into the Punishment Society, and in their place will be my stepfather."

In his voice, there was both viciousness and longing.

"After listening to his words, I felt that the Punishment Society was a huge mystery to me. Who is his stepfather? Who is the Holy Lord? ”

I answered, "Who is your father-in-law?" Have that great ability?

"Of course it's our Yang ......"

Ah Shui grabbed a sentence, but was stopped by Zhao Tianlong's voice.

Zhao Tianlong looked at the two of them with a sharp look and reprimanded: In the future, keep your mouth shut for Lao Tzu, a good word may not be useful, but a wrong word may kill someone.

The two of them paused and avoided the side.

"Yang?"

Ah Shui just shouted this word, referring to Mr. Yang in the sand sculpture garden?

In any case, Zhao Tianlong dared to be so presumptuous, his father-in-law was by no means an ordinary person in the Zhuxin Society.

Zhao Tianlong let out a long breath and said: I will give you another half an hour, whether you are dead or alive, choose for yourself.

I chirped and said, "Tell me who your stepfather is, and then I'll tell you what I know."

In this way, I wanted to obtain the identity of his stepfather.

Unexpectedly, at the moment before I could speak, a flying kick from him slammed into my chest.

As I knelt heavily against the wall, my sunken sternum seemed to be pressed against my back.

Suddenly, the blood gushing from my mouth splashed the ground.

My eyes were swollen blood-red, and in the haze, I saw the shadow of the devil.

"Boy, I'm telling you, don't threaten me."

"Brother Long, or chop this kid here."

Zhao Tianlong tilted his neck, pondered for a while, and said: No, the recent investigation has been tight, and after half an hour, if the kid doesn't say it, pull it to the suburbs.

After the discussion was completed, the group whistled loudly and walked out of the dark room.

The light outside the window gradually faded, and I hunched my waist to sit up, but with a slight force, my muscles and bones seemed to be broken by steel pliers, and the pain was heartbreaking.

Now I am a lamb to the slaughter, even if I am unwilling, what can I do?

Am I just disappearing silently?

I expect a miracle, but I know that a miracle is like a gust of wind, you feel it, but you can't hold it. It is a vague, even illusory existence.

Time passed little by little, and I would soon be saying goodbye to this world.