You don't see (3)

Passing under the human skin, it was as if entering another world.

There was only blackness, wailing, gloom, despair and lingering.

There was a fishy smell in the air, and Xu Changan's feet were very light, as if there was a huge demon living here, for fear of disturbing him.

The doors on both sides of the cell were made of stainless steel, leaving only a gap between the height of the human eye and close to the ground, the upper part was used to make it easier to see if the people inside were dead, and the lower part was to bring some food that could only sustain the prisoners.

Xu Changan walked in step by step, and the wailing inside became thicker and thicker.

In the same way, the musty and stinking smell became stronger and stronger, and even those rats swaggered out of the small iron window below to deliver the food, holding the raw meat from unknown wherehere, and quickly gnawed on it, and the little paws were stained with a lot of blood, scarlet and disgusting.

Xu Chang'an paused, thinking of the rat that stole the corpse of a dead man at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, although now he can kill countless such rats with a sword, seeing that he has encountered it again now, he suddenly remembered the situation at that time, and his bones were still numb.

"People...... Person...... Is the man dead?" his voice was a little weak and trembling, and as he spoke, a jailer rushed over, looked at him and said, "What's the fuss, hurry up and see if your relatives are still alive, and persuade them well, or else ......" He sneered and shook the whip in his hand.

Shen Fengyuan, who was standing at the entrance, also saw this scene.

He had paid attention to this young man before, and he was different from ordinary people, so he was a little suspicious that it was the righteous man surnamed "Li", but now the young man's panic and fear were not pretended to be at all, he was a little disappointed, and continued to scan the poor people who were constantly looking for their relatives, hoping to see the figure of the righteous man surnamed "Li".

He had also searched for what he had in his hand, and narrowed down the scope of his search with what he had in his hand. Because the righteous man used a sword, he would definitely hide it in something like a stick, or a stick, so he didn't stop those people from coming in with sticks or the like, and now there were only seven or eight people with sticks or sticks, and the young man was the most suspicious, but now he didn't think anyone was suspicious.

Now the boy stood in the doorway, watching the jailer impatiently pull out the key, and then open the heavy door, only to see that when the door opened, a foul smell came to his nose.

The jailer frowned, and the moment the door opened, Xu Changan saw a group of rats scattered and fleeing.

The rats hid in the cracks in the stones, behind which were walls made of stainless steel.

Here, it has become an iron cage.

The jailer looked at the mutilated corpses on the ground, the flesh and skin rolled up, and he couldn't see the face clearly.

The jailer took out a small wooden whistle and blew it gently, and then two or three jailers ran in, and they ignored Xu Chang'an, pushed him aside, skillfully loaded the corpse, and then lifted it out.

The jailer who remained in the cell did not forget to instruct: "Remember to stay away, and let the old man be thrown to the mass grave tomorrow." As he spoke, he glanced at the group of rats, which seemed to be squeaking and chirping because the jailers had robbed them of their rations.

The jailer shook his hand and said to the group of rats: "Not satisfied! It seemed that the rat recognized the jailer's anger and became honest.

Xu Changan looked at this scene blankly.

Numbness, indifference, coldness.

It was his first feeling, a life, and they threw it out like a sick piglet. No, to be precise, it's not as good as the piglet, the piglet is sick and dies, and the owner will lament, sad, and sad.

The jailer chuckled, looked at Xu Changan mockingly, closed the door, and then walked to his side and said: "This, it's your life, it's not good to be a poor person honestly, you have to toss, and in the end you don't even have your life." ”

Then he thought about it, sighed and said, "Boy, if you find your relatives and are still alive, persuade them well." After saying that, he walked away.

Xu Changan looked at his back, the flat pole in his hand was clenched tightly, and then looked at the reactions of others.

Most of the civilians who came in together were gone, and only a few were not far from death, let alone had no point in persuasion.

In the end, the civilians got out of this cage with nothing.

Similarly, Shen Fengyuan also found nothing, he had a faint feeling that the righteous man surnamed Li must be inside, but he didn't find him.

After getting out of the prison, Shen Fengyuan snorted coldly and returned to the Taishou Mansion.

The paupers also scattered and returned to their places where they were begging for a living, and everyone was depressed.

They are here for their relatives, and some elderly people are here for their sons, hoping that their sons will see the light of day again before they can survive, there was still some hope, but now there is no hope.

Xu Changan stood at the door of the prison, looking at the black prison like a giant beast's big mouth, a little confused.

He wanted to draw his sword in anger, and the long sword pointed at it, breaking the prison and saving people.

But he knew that he couldn't do this, even if he destroyed this prison, but would those who could live like normal people?

Xu Changan didn't know what to do, he always thought that the big thing was just a sword in his hand, and the scholar was angry, but when he saw these today, he knew that one person and one sword were always too thin.

......

Jiang Ming, who was hiding not far away, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xu Changan's figure.

He could see at a glance that Xu Changan's clumsy disguise was for him, after all, Xu Changan had only studied for a few days.

He saw Xu Changan standing at the door of the prison, standing alone for a long time.

Finally, Xu Changan sighed and walked towards the city.

In late spring, the rain comes quickly.

The bluestone street in the city was sprinkled with light rain, Xu Changan sat in the restaurant facing the street, sitting against the railing, with a pot of wine on the table, and he could see the crowd coming and going on the street when he looked down.

Even if the soldiers are in the city, the city is much more lively than Weicheng, but behind this excitement, I don't know how many corpses there are. Xu Changan sighed, grabbed the wine jug and wanted to drink it all.

But before the wine could reach his throat, he heard a familiar voice.

"Can I borrow a drink?"

Xu Changan put down the wine jug and looked at this strange rich man, his eyes were full of suspicion.

Jiang Ming smiled faintly, took the wine jug in Xu Changan's hand, poured a glass of wine, dipped his finger in the wine and wrote a word on the table.

Xu Changan lowered his head, and his mood was a little low.

"I saw him today. ”

Jiang Ming knew who he was talking about and nodded.

"I see, he's a skin. ”

Xu Changan took the wine jug and took a sip.

"Do you have any plans?"

Jiang Ming said lightly: "Tomorrow at noon, we will attack the city, we will take advantage of the chaos to go back,"

Xu Changan put down the flask heavily, and although his voice was low, his anger did not decrease.

"What do you mean?

Jiang Ming didn't know how to explain it, for the sake of a useless human skin, it was already an extremely crazy thing for the two coaches to enter the city one after another, but Jiang Ming felt even more incredible that he didn't know if this person was his own person.

"He is a man of lofty ideals, but we have to think more about the living!"

Jiang Ming was also a little anxious, and his tone was extremely heavy.

"But we've gotten to this point, you know, I saw that human skin dangling in front of our eyes, all the time!"

Xu Changan almost couldn't control his emotions.

Jiang Ming held him down and said in a low voice: "But you have to remember your own identity, you are the marshal of the Western Route Army, and when the city is broken, everyone here will be free!"

Xu Changan understood what Jiang Ming said, his eyes were red and a little decadent.

"Okay, I promise you, I'll be back tomorrow at noon!

Jiang Ming looked at Xu Changan with some headaches, if it was his own subordinate, he would be eager to kill Xu Changan with one shot. But Xu Chang'an's identity is special, and the Holy Emperor's attitude towards him is unclear, but his father-in-law and little master treat him sincerely.

"Reason!" Jiang Ming's voice was low.

Xu Changan didn't speak, threw the wine money on the table, stood up, and walked towards the south of the city.

Xu Changan walked not far from the slum, with a slum on one side, a tree on the other, and a stinky ditch next to it.

An old man with white hair trembled to the bottom of the tree, tied up a piece of linen with great difficulty, and then slowly carried two stones and stood up.

Jiang Ming saw that the old man looked like he was suicidal, and he wanted to stop it, but he was pressed by Xu Changan on the shoulder.

"This old man, who went in with me, didn't see his son, and thought he must have been bitten by a rat and thrown into a mass grave. Xu Changan said lightly.

The old man slowly stood on the stone and stretched his neck towards the sackcloth, and there were many people standing next to him.

They looked at the old man blankly, did not stop, and when the old man kicked his feet, everyone lowered their heads,

Xu Changan pointed to the crowd of onlookers and said, "Do you know why they didn't stop it? Because the old man has no hope, many people here come here every day to commit suicide, because they have no reason to live!"

Xu Changan pointed at those people and said, "Let's make a fuss for them, okay?"

"Yes!"

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