"What conditions? Say, as long as you don't ask me about the whereabouts of the Blood-Drinking Sword, I can consider it, because I don't know the whereabouts of the Blood-Drinking Sword. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Zhuo Yifan said.

"Judging from the current situation, Zhuo Gongzi still needs more time to remember where the Blood Drinking Sword may be hidden, since this is the case, then you just need to climb back to the north of the city from the south of the city, and I can give you something to eat and drink. If you don't agree, then you will fend for yourself, I don't want to drink the blood sword in the Flying Dragon Gate, is it not possible?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan knew that Qiu Wancheng was trying to torture himself again, he knew that his self-esteem was too strong, and he wanted to completely collapse in his heart through this humiliating way.

Zhuo Yifan hesitated at this time, if it was the character of the past, he would categorically deny it, but now he has the desire to survive. If nothing else, the old beggar lost his life yesterday to get himself something to eat. So, at this time, he felt that his life was not just his own business.

People are like this, they are not afraid of death, and they are not afraid of life. Many heroes, people who are not rude, regard death as too simple a thing, and pursue the so-called one hundred deaths. However, in many cases, dying is not a simple matter. The reason why these heroes can die a hundred times is not because they are just individual considerations, there are no other ties, and there is no concern after death.

However, many people are not like this, they have too many ties, and after they die, their relatives around them will live more bitterly and suffer more crimes, and their death is the biggest sin for the relatives around them. At this time, even if it is difficult to endure the hardships of survival, they must grit their teeth and endure it, because they cannot afford to die!

Zhuo Yifan is in such a state at this time, it is not because he will have the bonds of his relatives after his death, so that his relatives will suffer more, but after the tragic death of his relatives, he did not give them the eyes they deserve, and he didn't even help them find out who was behind the scenes, how could he afford to die?

I can't afford to die!

The old beggar also lost his life in order to save Zhuo Yifan, what capital did he have to die regardless of it, how could he afford to die?

I can't afford to die!

This is Zhuo Yifan's current state, he doesn't want to die, he wants to live, and he still lives, only in this way, at least there is a glimmer of hope to change the miserable situation.

After thinking about it so much, Zhuo Yifan straightened his expression and said calmly: "Is this true?

"Of course, when did I, Qiu Wancheng, lie? As long as you climb from the south of the city to the north of the city, I will let you eat and drink, and live!"

"Okay, I promise you, climb and climb!" Zhuo Yifan said with a smile on his face.

After Qiu Wancheng heard this, his face couldn't help but turn a little pale, he didn't expect that this pampered and incompetent person was still a little ruffian, and he could endure such humiliation.

"Okay, in that case, don't bother talking, get up, hahaha......" Qiu Wancheng laughed.

After the chains were untied from the stone pillar, Zhuo Yifan got up on the ground.

The long, heavy chains, along the flat road paved with bricks and stones, kept rattling and the sound was very crisp. Accompanied by these sounds, it was the people around who were doing good things and looking strangely.

Zhuo Yifan's body was filthy, hungry and thirsty, and his body was sore and weak, but in order to survive, he had to crawl forward.

The Feilongmen group beat gongs and drums in the back, attracting people from the market to come and watch. Being watched in such a crowd, they believed that Zhuo Yifan's heart would soon collapse and succumb to them.

The gongs and drums of the Flying Dragon Gate did not disappoint, those people who did good deeds not only rushed towards Zhuo Yifan's crawling road, but also followed him closely around him to watch, and even cheered.

Zhuo Yifan only felt that the world was spinning at this time, and he was surrounded by people who were spitting and flying, constantly pointing at himself, as if he was watching a monster that he had never seen before. All these people get from the monster is a satisfied smile.

From time to time, people threw rotten vegetable leaves and all kinds of miscellaneous items on him, and even some people poured cold water on him.

Although it was already in the first month, the temperature in the north was still very low, and in the weather where the dripping water turned into ice, Zhuo Yifan was already covered with ice, which made him even more cold and gritted his teeth.

He still struggled to crawl forward, he didn't know how far this market was from the south to the north of the city, but he felt that he had climbed for a long time, but there was still no end in sight.

He can now feel the feeling of the old beggar crawling yesterday, he really understands it. The old beggar was still beaten so that he couldn't stand up, and he was covered in severe blows, but in order to be able to bring his so-called Bao'er stuttering food and drink, he stubbornly resisted the pain and crawled back.

Zhuo Yifan even felt at this time that the old beggar was guiding him in front, not for anything else, just to be able to live one more day, it was better to die than to live, he knew what it meant.

Crawling hard, crawling humiliatingly, crawling mercilessly mocking, just to survive.

Everywhere they went, they were cheering, and everyone's faces were beaming, and they were hearty, as if this kind of merciless torture could bring them pleasure, bring satisfaction, and bring more exciting pleasure than the New Year.

Zhuo Yifan listened to the coaxing of the people around him, and looked at their disgusted looks, he felt very awkward in his heart.

What kind of world is this? People are vying to see others worse than themselves, to find satisfaction from them, to find solace from them, and to find a source of happiness in them.

What kind of world is this? People are accustomed to bullying the weak, accustomed to seeing the weak as lambs to the slaughter, and accustomed to finding talking points from those who have lost power so that they can live in peace.

This is a sick world, Zhuo Yifan thought, he could only think like this.

Time passed little by little, and under his knees, he began to leave bright red marks, that is, the knees and legs were worn out, and blood continued to ooze, staining the bricks and stones, and blooming with incomparably gorgeous roses.

His hands were also worn out, and the blood stains on his fingers left plum blossoms on the neat masonry, reflecting the warm sun and dazzling.

The longer the time passes, the more blood flows on the body, the pain on the body becomes more and more piercing, the pointing and pointing of the people around him becomes more powerful, and the coaxing sound becomes more and more incessant.

He was still struggling to crawl with his head down, and deep down in his heart he kept encouraging himself to persevere, he must eat, otherwise he really couldn't get through.

From the position of the sun in the east, Zhuo Yifan began to drag the long chain to climb, until the sun moved due south, and finally to the southwest, he climbed from the south of the city to the north of the city.