It was the second day since Fuyuro regained consciousness, and when he woke up, he was lying on the thatch, his hands and feet were in thick shackles, and there was a huge black iron fence against his face, and a jailer was sitting in the hallway, dozing there.

He wanted to support his body, but he had no choice but to roll over twice, and his whole body hurt, so he had to lie on the ground and look at the only living person in front of him.

"Hey, uncle, uncle. Fuyuro called out to the jailer.

The jailer dozed off, rushed to his head, covered his face, and said lightly: "Yo, you kid is awake." ”

Fuyuro looked around. "What is this place? I'm in prison?"

"Nonsense. Your kid killed someone, and Ming'er will kill his head. The jailer took the cigarette out of his bosom and smoked it himself.

"Murder?"

The jailer spat out a smoke ring. "Don't play dumb. You slaughtered the Fan family's children, and I heard that they were frozen into human sticks. ”

"I killed someone?" Fuyuro repeated incredulously.

"People also say that you are a snow ghost. So the county magistrate didn't bother to judge, and Ming'er dragged him to the vegetable market to behead him. The jailer took a few puffs of cigarette smoke in his mouth, as if telling a commonplace.

"Beheaded?"

The jailer glanced at him. "Don't be afraid, boy, the biggest scar is the biggest bowl, and after eighteen years, he will be a good man again. ”

Donglang was in a complicated mood, recalling the events of last night, but he couldn't remember anything. "Bao'er, is my sister okay?"

The jailer shook his head. "I haven't listened to it. ”

Dong Lang said "um", silently sorted out his thoughts, and said in a low voice: "Do you also think I am a snow ghost?"

The jailer was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "That's a kid's trick. Besides, the Fan family's children are not a thing in the first place, and it is a pity to die. ”

"I want to find the county magistrate, I have something to say! I am innocent!" Donglang suddenly said loudly.

"Innocent fart. If you are on death row, you will admit it. It doesn't matter if you are a human being or a ghost, next time you are reincarnated to find a big family, don't worry about the rights and wrongs of this world!"

Donglang sobbed, "Am I really going to die? I don't want to die." ”

The jailer took another sip. "It is better to be dead than alive in this world. Wait for a full meal later and get on your way. ”

Everything around was quiet, and Fuyuro could hear the sizzling sound of a cigarette burning.

His body was already unconscious from pain, his mind was heavy, and he was overwhelmed. "I didn't do anything wrong. Why, why!"

The jailer leaned his head against the mud wall and stared at the corrugated in a daze. "I want to have some fun. Don't cry until the end. If you have any wishes, you may wish to tell me, but I can't fulfill them when I'm too old. It's just that don't die, be a wronged soul, I can't sleep. ”

"I want to see my sister and grandpa. Donglang whispered.

"Heh, I can't help you. I guess it's only me who you'll see tomorrow. ”

Donglang's body couldn't move, but his fists were still clenched, causing his body to tremble. "I hate it! I hate it!"

"Boy!" the jailer snorted. "It's all people who are leaving, so don't think about it so much. When you kill your head tomorrow, you will still spit on people, and you can bear with it, remember, they don't hate you, it's just that you don't deserve to live. ”

"Am I wrong for living?" Fuyuro looked up at the jailer. The jailer was probably less than fifty years old, with dark skin and one eye, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be the rings of a tree, outlining the vicissitudes of life.

The jailer sighed. "Who knows what is going on in this world. I was alive in a blink of an eye, and I died in a blink of an eye, and after a hundred years, who knew that you had been in this world and had been like this. ”

He took a puff of cigarette and continued: "When I was young, there was an old Taoist priest who said that he would accept me as an apprentice, saying that if he cultivated the small consummation, he could prolong his life for a hundred years, and the great consummation of cultivation would live with the heavens. I don't believe in these gods and ghosts the most in my life, so naturally I didn't go, and in the end it was strange to stay on death row and deal with you dying people. Now that I think about it, I should have gone and cultivated the Dao Fa at that time, alas, do you kid believe this?"

Donglang was silent.

The jailer smiled. "I've lived for so many years and I haven't seen a god appear. In fact, some things are not good, so as not to leave yourself with a thought that you can't sleep all day. What you kid needs most now is to worship the Bodhisattva, maybe it will work, you say yes. ”

Dong Lang smiled coldly: "Is it still useful to say this? I will be a dead man by this time tomorrow." ”

"Huh. The people who are going to die are all the same. You kid is no different from being a human being. I've seen too many death row inmates, and every one of them has death in their heads. The same is true for you now. "When the cigarette was smoked to the end, the ashes dispersed, and with a little fire, it disappeared into the gloomy prison.

"I hate it. I hate it. Fuyuro kept repeating the same sentence.

The jailer said contemptuously: "So you hate it? How old are you, how many years have you lived? How many things have you seen in this world that attract people's hatred? It is better for people like you to die, if you live and encounter more things that hate you to death, what should you do?"

"What's the use of talking about that now!"

"It's useless. But boy, you remember, there are more unlucky people in the world, don't think that you are the worst, don't blame the world when you die, reincarnate as soon as possible. ”

Dong Lang was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Uncle, I have something to ask you." ”

"Say, listen. ”

"My family lives on the corner of Luojia Lane outside the city, and I have a younger sister and grandfather. If you have time to pass by and help me see how my family is doing, just ...... Just say don't miss me. Donglang couldn't help crying.

"I know, I'll go and see it when I pass by. The jailer had finished his cigarette and lay down on the stone chair in annoyance.

"Trouble uncle. ”

Dong Lang touched the shackles on his wrist with his fingers, and the broken half of his palm hung on his arm, the blood had scabbed, and the pain didn't know if it was gone or used to it. His hands were covered with blood and the thatch that had stained the ground red, and his body was swollen everywhere.

His heart was like a black abyss with no end in sight.

The night seemed to freeze. The two on death row are separated by iron bars, and they both know each other's existence, but they treat each other as part of the night. Both of them are only lonely in their hearts, and they seem to deliberately not make a sound for the other party to notice.

After all, the night talk is over, and the night continues, like every night.

But at this moment, everything around seemed to tremble, as if the earth woke up, and the whole body trembled.