Vivien didn't know why she was helping him, maybe it was for Desur, or because of the stubbornness in the eyes of the young man that day.

The two confronted each other tensely at the entrance of the small city, and even the air seemed to freeze. The black-robed man suddenly began to laugh strangely, his voice getting louder and louder, and finally turned into a cold sentence.

"Okay, just this once!"

With that, his figure faded and disappeared eerily as a cluster of almost transparent flames.

Vivien shook her head with a headache, she had already brought what she wanted to bring anyway, and everything about this small town had nothing to do with her. She secretly decided in her heart that it was better for Dai Suer not to know about this matter.

She also left, as if she had never been there.

The cold, dry void, dark and dreary, a lonely soul wandered outside a door, which seemed to lead to the deepest and most secret places. Like a drowning man, Ji Ge struggles to grasp every thing she can to help herself change her powerless state and get rid of the indescribable emptiness. He banged desperately on the door, and before long, the door finally opened a small crack.

He saw a quaint gabion floating in the darkness of the fire at the other end of the door, the source of endless darkness. Suddenly, the gabion trembled violently, blooming with a blazing white glow, which blinded his eyes, and the flames dimmed, and the light became brighter and brighter, instantly shattering the darkness.

"Ugh yo ......"

Ji Ge raised his head suddenly, slammed his head on the plank, and gasped for breath. It turned out to be a dream, this dream was very real, and the deep darkness made him palpitate. He spat out the water in his mouth, the barrel had been abandoned for a long time, and a lot of river water had been poured into the moth-eaten holes.

He carefully stretched his hands and feet, trying to make his curled up body as comfortable as possible, and shook his head to relieve the intense faintness of drifting in the barrel.

"It's not ...... dead" Ji Ge muttered to himself with palpitations, it should be the petite woman who saved his life. Thinking that he was dead, he threw the donkey skin across the river, and rolled into the dark barrel to wait for the flames of death. He felt a panic in his chest, and touched the bulging hard bag on his chest, but fortunately those things were there.

The dark whirling of the sky and the muffled sound of the river waves lapping the barrel played a lullaby, Ji Ge was cranky and thinking about the confused future, and his revenge made him force himself to stay awake at all times, afraid that he would never wake up from the endless river floating in the middle of the river after falling asleep.

Ji Ge didn't know how long he had been drifting on the river, he couldn't feel the passage of time in the dark, only that the hunger in his stomach was about to make his mind lose his mind. He pressed his lips to the plank, greedily sucking the water oozing from the cavities, and after drinking, he gritted his teeth and dug out a few blood marks on his arm, only the pain could stimulate his starving body from being numb and stiff. After another moment of shaking, the blood on his wrists was already covered in his skin, the barrel struggled a few last times and stopped moving.

Under the clear blue sky, a chaotic group camped in a desolate wildfire field. Several big men were in a heated wine fist, and from time to time they laughed and scolded mixed with "bastards", "lewd sticks" and disgusting words to other people's women.

The bald man was the leader of the bandits, at least he thought.

At this time, he stood up and spewed a few mouthfuls of saliva at several strong men who had won the last copper cockscomb in his pocket, and his eyes were round.

"Today, Lao Tzu is not lucky enough to gamble, you listen to Lao Tzu Ming'er and lose to me one by one in your crotch, hum!"

The group of rude men all made an insulting gesture in disapproval, and laughed incessantly. The bald man tugged at his pants, ready to go to the side to settle the flustered drink. On the way, he kicked a gray-haired old man beside the ox cart with a vicious voice, and a group of captives with shackles on their feet bowed their heads in horror.

"Look at what, it's itchy again?"

Seeing that the captives were frightened by him, he squinted triumphantly, walked briskly to the side, unbuttoned his pants, whistled, and sprinkled a large bubble of urine with the ugly thing in his hand, and glanced around casually with slightly drunk eyes.

"Huh, which god came out of nowhere saw that Lao Tzu was poor and crazy, and gave Lao Tzu a barrel of good wine, hehe......"

He lifted his trousers, and despite the yellow urine on his feet, he took two steps to the end of the river. A wine barrel ran aground quietly on the mud at the end of the river, straightened the barrel, felt the weight of the barrel, and the bald man was so excited that he stretched out his greasy, dirty hand to lift the lid.

"See the undead!" the bald man was overjoyed, but he was frightened by the contents of the bucket and took a step back, fell on his ass and squatted, and his hand was coincidentally pressed on the pee just now......

In the bucket, a young man who was pale as a ghost stared at him with lifeless eyes!

Ji Ge squinted his eyes, his pupils shrunk, and he saw the rough and vicious unfamiliar face in front of him, his heart was relieved, he couldn't hold back anymore, and his head turned and fainted.

The bald man was stunned, and there was a wet and muddy feeling in his hands, and he unconsciously scratched it, brought it to his nose and sniffed it.

"Vomit...... This smells ...... your uncle! What a fucking slut!"

As soon as the bald man came back to his senses, he grabbed a ball of mud mixed with urine in his hand, and he couldn't help retching twice, shaking the dirty thing on his hand in disgust. But he soon laughed again, indescribably obscene.

"My old man said that the more sassy the man's urine, the stronger it becomes!Haha, Uncle Ben is still very strong......" The bald man smacked his lips and glanced at his work proudly.

He suddenly thought of the point, and patted his head with his hand, almost forgetting how the barrel could contain a half-dead boy?

Huh, it's raining, he looks up at the sky, no...... He touched his nose and thought suspiciously, what a familiar smell, huh? He wanted to cry and look at the mud in his palm without tears, and the mud in his hand just now was all slapped on his head.

That...... That was the one who licked himself just now......

Vomiting......

The bald man was disgusted by himself, and propped himself up on the ground and vomited out all the food that was full of rivers and seas......

......

When Ji Ge woke up in a daze, he tried to sit up, but he was weak and couldn't listen to his hands and feet.

"You kid better settle down, hum, I don't know how long I've been in that bucket, my body is really smelly, fortunately, this great good man saved your life. ”

The bald man with a muddy head proudly held the pipe in Ji Ge's arms and stroked it lovingly, "I'm afraid you little thing is a three-handed thing, a good thing from a noble lord, hey, as a reward, I'll reluctantly accept this thing, haha......

A group of robbers around were staring at the pipe in the bald man's hand with red eyes, although this thing was old, but look at the craftsmanship, look at the material, I am afraid that it is not from the craftsman of any master, that group of thieves are shrewd, and the stingy black marketeers are willing to spend a lot of money to get it!

They don't know that the bald man, although he didn't step on the shit, drank his own urine......

The bald man swaggered away in the crowd, and it is estimated that he has the capital to gamble again.

Ji Ge wanted to stand up and take back his father's relics, but he didn't even have the strength to get up, so he could only look at their departing backs with hatred, and his eyes were about to burst into flames. He wanted to cry, but what was the use of tears, just some cowardly and pitiful horse urine, and no one would come to sympathize with him.

Beside him, the bald man had lost a black thing and a horseskin water bag that smelled of shame. The strong ** in the abdomen makes him unable to do much, no matter what it is, as long as it can fill his stomach.

With difficulty, he picked up the horseskin water bag, endured the stench, and swallowed the yellow dirty water mixed with grass clippings and pebbles. Regaining a little strength, he reached out and grabbed the black thing with a black, disgusting hand.

Well?

A young man who was older than Ji Ge, but much stronger, clutched the piece of black bread in his hand, and stared straight at Ji Ge with eyes that did not hide his desire for food. Their hands grasped the two ends of the small poor black thing, and they looked at each other silently, neither of them willing to let go first.

"This is mine. Ji Ge's voice was hoarse and harsh, making her feel uncomfortable.

"This is mine!" the older, sturdy boy gritted every word, his eyes red like a hungry calf.

The captives around them, men and women, old and young, all squinted at the two teenagers, perhaps more like the predation of two wolf cubs. No one said anything, and they all looked at it coldly.

Ji Ge didn't know where the strength came from, so he raised his fist and hit the young man's cheek hard. The strong boy was obviously much more flexible than Ji Ge's poor body now, and he turned sideways to dodge the punch, clenching his fist and fighting back at Ji Ge.

The two teenagers who grew up at the bottom know that fighting depends on one word, ruthless! Ruthless to others, even more ruthless to themselves!

They fought in a circle, pinching each other's necks with their hands, looking like they would not give up, and people who didn't know thought they had some deep hatred. Ji Ge's heart suppressed by hatred was out of anger, his face was flushed, he bared his teeth and glared at the strong young man, his eyes were red, and the strength in his hand increased a little more by relying on the advantage of his body on it. The strong young man's legs kicked in embarrassment, but the hands that pinched Ji Ge's neck did not relax, and he roared and used his strength to feed.

Seeing that the two teenagers were really angry, there was a crazy sense of seeing who would die first, and the captive, who had been kicked by the bald man before, separated from the onlookers, and gently slapped his hand on the two boys.

"Alec, stop fighting. You're hungry, my piece is good for you. ”

The old man seemed to have some prestige among the captives. The two teenagers stared at each other, Ji Ge pinched his hand and didn't let go, and after a while, the strong boy took the lead in letting go of his hand.

Ji Ge got up from him hatefully, picked up the hard piece of black bread, squeezed the people around him, sat down in a quiet corner, and began to gnaw this piece of something that was slightly softer than a stone, and the hideous ground looked like he was tearing at the flesh and blood of the enemy. An inexplicable strength was exhausted just now, and he had already collapsed.

Fate is really a bad existence, just rescued Ji Ge from the tiger's mouth, and threw him into the robber's den.

The old man looked at the unsociable Ji Ge, and sighed compassionately, not knowing who it was for. He handed his piece of black bread to Alec, who stood up, and found a place to sit down, waiting for the bandit to leave.