I don't know how many times I've cursed this bad old man, but I still can't vent the anger in my heart. Treat me like a parasite with a little reptile who doesn't know what it is, you're such a brute of conscience!

The old guy stuffed the raw rabbit meat into my mouth, and picked up the blackened and charred half of the rabbit meat from the fire. The old guy held the rabbit meat in his left hand and the dagger in his right hand, and then used a knife that was no less than that of a top chef to cut vegetables, and cut the rabbit meat neatly into neat and even slices. After cutting it, he pulled out a small packet from his bosom, which looked like salt again, but it wasn't crystal clear enough, and there were some fine particles of gravel and dirt mixed in with it.

After sprinkling the rabbit meat with salt, he began to stuff the rabbit slices into my mouth little by little like feeding a rabbit, but this time it was much more "gentle", and while sending it to my mouth, he said, "Boy, eat quickly!"

The old man's strange behavior made me shocked and angry, and I thought that I would not eat this kind of smoked rabbit meat anyway, but the grunt in my stomach betrayed me, and I couldn't resist the hunger and began to chew.

To be honest, although the rabbit meat is very coarsely grilled, the taste is acceptable, at least not as bad as it seems. The old man put a slice in his mouth, and then another slice in my mouth, and before I knew it, he had destroyed most of the rabbit meat.

"Would you like a drink?" the old man untied a small gourd the size of a fist from his waist and looked at me.

I've always been very wary of bad old men, and I don't dare to let up. Seeing that a gourd in his hand is so small, and it looks exquisitely made, strictly speaking, it should be a handmade gourd-shaped porcelain vase. I don't believe it's wine, but more like a bottle for some unknown concentrated potion, is it poison?

I hurriedly shook my head in refusal.

The bad old man didn't speak, but rudely opened my mouth and poured it directly into my mouth. This old guy is simply inhuman, but when the scarlet-looking liquid flows into my mouth, it is very clear and sweet, not like wine, but more like a drink, with a bit of juice on the taste.

Poison doesn't make it taste like a drink, I kept comforting my young heart, which had been hurt many times. Mu Chu, O Li Oracle, where are you, come and rescue poor me, I will never tease you again.

I kept calling in my heart, and the bad old man kept staring at me, and after a moment he said to himself with a puzzled expression, "Why didn't you faint?"

"What did you faint?" I said, surprised.

"That's not right," the bad old man shook his head and frowned, "There is a freshly fed medicine repellent insect in the body, plus my unique chaotic water, one of the two medicinal properties is domineering and fierce, and the other is mild and cold, which is exactly the same as each other, and the person who takes it will faint immediately if he can't stand the medicinal properties." ”

The bad old man thought about it for a while to no avail, and then, under my frightened gaze, began to stroke my whole body very pervertedly, and still reached directly into the placket of my clothes to touch it, which is as disgusting as it is!

His hands, as rough as dry branches, were powerful. Where my hands touched, they pinched and pinched me, and when they touched my armpits, they scratched them like a prank, causing me to laugh with tears on my face, and I was aggrieved.

Finally, when the old man touched my whole body, (this also includes a man's secret **.) Finally stopped, and thought about it again.

"You are an old immortal, you are a psychopath, you are a pervert, you are simply a pig and a dog, and you have lost your conscience and are heinous........."

I was ruthlessly destroyed by the bad old man again and again, and I was greatly hurt physically and mentally, and I couldn't hold back the anger in my heart anymore, and blurted out and scolded. I had just eaten and drunk enough, full of anger, and scolded people and spat all around, and a few spittle stars splashed on the old guy's face.

It's a pity that I used all the hurtful vocabulary in my life, but in exchange for the deaf ears of the bad old man. The old man kept his head down, pinched his fingers, and bit his lip, as if he was meditating, but as if he was bored in a daze.

I'm tired of scolding, my mouth is dry, and I don't scold anymore. It's pitch black outside, I don't know what time it is, it's probably not early, and now I don't have any chance to escape, the old man doesn't care about me, I think it's better to take care of my spirits, sleep beautifully, and then figure out how to escape tomorrow.

Do you feel like you're tied up and put to sleep? The taste is more tiring than standing and napping, and as soon as you close your eyes, and you have made a good start in your dreams, your limbs begin to go numb, and you wake up in pain, and you want to shake your hands, but your hands are tied behind the pillars, and you can't move, and you want to stretch your legs, but the fire is close at hand, and I am afraid that this stretch will immediately turn into roast pig's trotters.

I couldn't sleep well, so I simply didn't sleep, and I wanted to see what the bad old man was doing, but I found that the broken temple was empty, and the old guy was gone.

While the old man was away, I began to think about how to untie the rope, and looking at the flames that were about to be extinguished, a thought came to me, if I tried it, maybe it could really be done!

With my mind in mind, I began to act. First, with his feet together, he slowly reached into the fire, and then, carefully holding a half-burned branch, slowly moved towards his side. The flame of the sticks had been extinguished, and only half of the red-hot charcoal remained.

My jihua is very simple, it is to use this half of the wood branch to burn the rope around my waist, and then I can escape. However, jihua and operation are completely different things, and there is always a big gap between ideal and reality. With great difficulty, I finally brought the stick-like clip to the rope, but my legs suddenly went numb, and I could not help shaking it, and I saw the stick fall from between my legs, and then, unfortunately, it fell on the feet of my hateful robe!

Damn, why do I have to go out and pretend to be Sven wearing such a long robe!

The firewood burned red, and with the help of the spring breeze at night, it burned my clothes and feet in the blink of an eye. The sparks, the flames, the flames, burned more and more, and half of the robe was lit.

However, the damn rope is better than the nylon rope, and it burns no matter what. If I continue to burn like this, I guess when I turn into a pinch of dust, this rope will continue to burn.

"Help!"

I roared in grief and anxiety to the dark and empty ruined temple, like a desperate lone wolf, or, more like a helpless stupid pig, wailing in the wilderness, but getting no response.

Could it be that God really wants to destroy me like this? Unwillingly, my heart is cold, and I finally sadly realize what it means to play with fire and self-immolation.

The flickering flames in the air gradually enveloped me, and I wanted to cry without tears and shouted for help in the firelight, and the more I shouted, the more I had no confidence, and the more I screamed, the more the fire burned. Gradually, my clothes burned almost completely, there was no hair left on my body except for my hair, and the flesh on my legs was also smoked black, and a pungent and unpleasant smell of burns and the pain of burning my thighs continued to stimulate my five senses.

When people are dying, what do they think in their heads? whether they think about the good life they used to have, whether they regret that they have wasted most of their lives and have achieved nothing, or whether they are worried about their relatives and the one who is gradually blurring in their hearts, but I don't know. Because fear and pain had eaten away at my whole heart, my mind was empty, and I didn't have time to think about anything else.

I'm going to die, I'm in utter despair. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be a man in peace, I have suffered several lifetimes of sin, zuihou actually ended up with a self-immolation and died, I am sad and wronged.