In the gloomy dungeon, the slightly decaying air, with its frowning stench, smelled like a dead man, and perhaps covered with a layer of moldy hay.

In the silent corridors, the dim light of the fire flickered and danced, illuminating the cells in a uncertain light. Occasionally, you can see some figures inside, either curled up in a corner or lying flat on the ground, but they are all described as withered and sallow.

There was no sound here, as if everything was dead, and only the occasional moving figure could indicate that there was something alive here.

This dead silence lasted for a long time, until a footstep came, and a shadow that had been dragged for a long time caused the light of fire to shine on the ground.

Looking at the faint light of the fire, it turned out to be a blind and one-eyed rickety old man, standing on a cane, standing in the deepest part of the prison.

Gongsun Yang stopped smiling, looked at the cell in front of him that had no life, and slowly shook his head and said with a look of being separated from the world.

"You say, who will remember you, you were all heroes who stirred up a storm on the rivers and lakes?"

His old voice echoed through the cold cell.

When the sound passed, the "dead people" behind the iron gate opened their eyes one after another.

"You're not a jailer. One of them, with his hair tousled and unkempt, spoke.

He didn't know how long it had been since he spoke, and his hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out of a crack in the stone.

For this person's question, before Gongsun Yangzhi could answer, the prisoner in the other cell had already raised his voice and answered for him.

"Gongsun Yangzhi, just a clown jumping off the beam. ”

was called a clown who jumped off the beam, but Gongsun Yangzhi was not angry, but narrowed his eyes and nodded in response.

"That's right, it's down there. ”

I have to say that it is really a happy thing that someone still remembers him.

He has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes for too many years, and the names of these old people have long been absent from the new generation of rivers and lakes.

And these people in front of him reminded him of the rivers and lakes back then.

"What are you doing here?" asked an old man with a scar on his face in another cell.

"Actually, it's nothing. Gongsun Yangzhi smiled, rubbed the cane in his hand, and lowered his head.

"It's just that I'm dying, so I want to come here to go to a regrettable event in my life. ”

"What?" In the third cell on the left, a large, swarthy man turned his face sideways.

He couldn't see Gongsun Yangzhi, so he just asked with a smile in the direction of Gongsun Yangzhi.

"We still have your enemies here?"

"Not really. Hearing this, Gongsun Yangzhi raised his eyebrows.

"I just want to ask you, are you willing to die here like this?"

There was silence in the cell, and Gongsun Yangzhi's voice had fallen, but that question still lingered in the hearts of the prisoners like a magic sound, asking again and again.

"Huh. Until one sneered.

"What if we are unwilling, we have already been beaten to the end of the dantian and broken the tendons and tendons. Now, it's just some waste people waiting here to die. ”

Hates only hates the court, and feels that people like them are too happy to die, so they came up with such a way to torture people.

This sentence was like a boulder, and once again crushed the prisoners, and it was rare to have some waves in their thoughts.

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"But your Qi meridians are still unobstructed, and there is still a little undispersed internal force in the dantian, and the big acupoint is almost open. After a moment of silence, Gongsun Yangzhi looked around the cell and said with a light smile.

"If only I could repair your dantian and hands and feet, so that you could regain control of your internal qi and move freely. You should, at least be able to recover seventy percent of your strength. ”

As soon as these words were spoken, several lines of sight that fell on Gongsun Yangzhi suddenly became hot, and some prisoners who couldn't see Gongsun Yangzhi also crawled to the door of the cell with difficulty, grabbed the iron door, and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

"What the hell are you going to say?" asked the old man, who had been scarred through his face, again.

Gongsun Yangzhi held the crutches in his hand, looked at the prisoners, and gently hooked the corners of his mouth, looking teasing.

"What I want to say is, you 'dead people', would you like to go to the rivers and lakes with me to live again?"

The unkempt man raised his head, the dark-skinned man stopped smiling, the old man with scar closed his mouth, and the prisoners made their own small movements.

They all seem to have their own minds, but one thing they all have in common, and that is that they all have some inexplicable sparkle in their eyes.

"And what the price?" asked another prisoner, "what are we going to do for you?"

"It's simple. Gongsun Yangzhi took out two small medicine jars from his arms.

"Medicine, I have a dose of ten people here, but when you use medicine, you also have to take a poison I gave you, and from then on life and death will be controlled by me. ”

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The cell fell into the silence at the beginning again, but Gongsun Yangzhi was not in a hurry, holding the medicine jar in his hand and said slowly.

"So think about it, you are going to die here of old age, silently, completely forgotten by the world. If you still want me to join me, risk my life, and make a storm again, it's up to you to decide. ”

With that, Gongsun Yangzhi put away the two medicine jars, turned around and left with his cane.

"I'll be back tomorrow, and I hope you give me good news. ”

The footsteps went away.

Inside the cell, the fire still flickered, and the air smelled of unpleasantness.

It smelled like a dead man, and maybe covered in a layer of moldy hay.

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After lunch, all three members of the Su family left.

Without Su Hongluo's discipline, the children were all happy and playing in the villa.

Li Si sat in front of the courtyard and played chess with the second child Lian Qing.

Suddenly, Lian Qing asked thoughtlessly.

"Sir, why do you think the world is afraid of death?"

Li Si knew that he had been reading some Jianghu stories recently, thinking that this was his feeling, so he replied with a smile.

"Maybe it's because I've seen the weirdness of the world, and no one wants to die. After all, when you die, you have nothing. ”

"Then why am I not afraid?" Lian Qing raised his eyebrows, as if he was not satisfied with Li Si's answer. He had seen this life before, but he didn't feel anything to be nostalgic for.

At least not before, and now there is only such a mountain villa, which will make him feel a little reluctant.

"Because there are some things you haven't experienced yet, so you don't understand. Li Si patted his head helplessly, probably trying to tell him not to think too much.

"So, sir, are you afraid of death?"

"Me?" Li Si pointed at himself, half loudly, shook his head with a wry smile and said.

"I'm not afraid. ”

"Why is that?" Lian Qing was even more puzzled.

"Because, I've seen too much, so I'm tired of seeing it. Li Si should have smiled and sighed, and pushed a chess piece on the chessboard a little.

“······”

"Sir, can you put back the car you just stole from, you are ashamed to play chess with a child like me. ”

"Ahh ”

“······”

"But sir, I was a general just now······"

"And I didn't checkmate, Mr. let you do it all over again. ”

"Lian Qing, you let Mr. a little. Li Huiwen on the side put down the book in his hand, poked Lian Qing's waist with his fingers, and reminded in a low voice.

"I, okay, let's do it all over again, just do it all over again. ”

Lian Qing responded bitterly, he only felt a little regretful, he shouldn't have played chess with his husband.

How to say it, I always feel that Lian Qing and Mu Wu may be able to talk very well.

(End of chapter)