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As usual, I stared blankly at the pale slit. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I watched the faint light shine through the cracks, reflecting the dust that flew around me, but it was as if I had never heard of it.

The cold heart no longer has the slightest feeling.

The lid on it was slowly lifted, and the sunset brought a red color to the sky, covering the sky.

The reddest things are only blood, and the sunset.

The drunkard above was still drunk, he was wearing dirty clothes, and he looked like a nearby farmer. He looked at me and cursed twice, "Malegobi, why aren't you dead, if you die quickly, Lao Tzu will be free." He put the rice and water in a small basket and tied them with a rope, and then slowly walked them down the road.

I stood up, dragged the heavy chains, and walked with difficulty. The chains rattled with my footsteps. With a blank face, I took the rice and water.

I took a big bite of the hard steamed buns, my hair was already old, my beard was unkempt, I didn't need to look at it to know that I was not a ghost now. I don't know how long I've been here, but it's been more than a year.

Perhaps this insignificant year has already announced my fate for the future.

No matter how many years I have in the future, maybe I will be locked here until the day I die, just like this year. Maybe even if I die, my bones will be locked here.

My teeth hurt when I chewed the hard steamed buns, and it was even more difficult to swallow, but there was a lot of water.

The drunken man did not leave in a hurry, but sat on it drunkenly, and lit a cigarette with drunken eyes; "Why don't you die, look at the way you look now, it's really better to die." Exercise. ”

As if I hadn't heard it, I bit the steamed bun and took a sip of water from time to time.

The drunkard cursed twice, as if bored, and he staggered to his feet, trying to cover the place with a lid and leave, when his body shook for a while, and he drew circles on his legs, and suddenly he stepped off the rails, slipped into the hole, and fell as he approached the others.

Bang, he only screamed when he fell.

I was stunned for a moment, and then laughed; "Haha...... Haha......" The shredded buns in my mouth kept sliding from the corners of my mouth with my laughter: "Haha...... Haha...... "I threw the steamed bun in my hand aside and touched a small wooden piece with a point, which I had prepared a long time ago for a rainy day.

Standing up, the chains at my ankles rattled, and I walked over as I walked over them, approaching him like the footsteps of death.

"You, you, what are you going to do?" he rubbed his head and stood up, looking at me in horror, and still backing away, "I still have to bring you food?"

"Deliver food?" I sneered: "You can't go up yourself, and you still bring me food." "I haven't spoken for a year, and my voice is so hoarse that even I feel strange.

He took the wood and stabbed it at him. He instinctively ducked. I was about to raise my foot and kick him over, but before I could lift my foot, the chain was already tense. In an instant, I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

The drunkard saw that I had fallen and kicked me straight away.

I could have dodged as long as I rolled to the side, but if I did, the two chains at my ankles would have been entangled, but I couldn't even stand up then.

Once I can't stand up, then I really have to let him slaughter.

Be careful, I don't dodge or dodge. Let him kick me in the head. With a buzzing of my head, I also reached out and hugged his leg tightly in an instant, holding the sharp log, which was directly pierced into his leg.

"Ah......h He fell to the ground, and I hurriedly grabbed him, and we both rolled on the ground.

At this moment, the drunkard was also angry, and he also knew that once I couldn't die, then it must be his. Even if another person dies, what can it do? If there is no one to deliver the food, then you really have to wait for death.

We were both struggling in the empty cellar, screaming with rage.

"Don't kill me, please, don't kill me. The drunkard kept begging for mercy, his eyes looking horrified at the sharp wood on his neck, and I pressed lightly, and the blood slowly flowed out of his neck.

I pulled it over for him, and the wood was still on his neck: "Don't kill you?" I sneered twice: "Can you let me out?"

The drunken man swallowed: "I can't get out now......" Before he could finish his words, the wood in my hand pressed forward again

"Ah......" the drunken cried out in horror, "but, but ......"

"But what?" I said coldly, hoarsely, my voice like the summoning magic of the Grim Reaper under the Nine Shadows.

"I, I, I can open the chain at your ankle. He kept salivaing, sweat still faintly visible on his forehead. r cool t "craftsman net o genuine k version ^ first % hair 3

My body couldn't help but ask again in disbelief, "Do you have the key?"

"No ......"

"You're fooling me. I let out a loud sigh, and the wood strained again.

"I really have a way to open those two locks at your ankles. He said busily, his eyes flashing with horror, and with the expectation of nostalgia for life.

This is the first instinct hidden in the depths of the human soul.

Holding the wood in my hand tightly, I could plunge it into his throat with only a slight force;

"Well, I used to be a thief, so, so, I'll pick the lock. The drunken man trembled and said, "This lock on your feet is very simple for me. ”

Reluctantly restraining the joy in my heart, I said with a little trembling, "You help me open it, but if you dare to lie to me, I will kill you." ”

"No, no. The drunken man hurriedly said, putting his hand in his pocket and taking out a bunch of keys, on which he wore two thin wires.

"Hurry up. "I'm still holding a piece of wood against his neck.

The drunken swallowed in some fear, and stabbed it with a thin wire and tremblingly aimed at the keyhole. It was stirring in it.

It was about five minutes, but it felt like a hundred years.

With a snap, the lock on my left ankle opened, and the chain rattled and fell to the ground from my ankle.

I almost cried tears of joy. There was another snap, and the lock on my right foot, which was chained, was also opened.