It's been three days. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Guan Qianjian hung softly between the four iron chains, his feet off the ground, his head drooping, and his hair dragged slightly in the sewage.

For three days, the grain of rice did not enter.

On his right hand side is a simple trap: two rails and a rope. This is for him to eat. Just place a tray on the rails, pull the rope, and the meal will slowly move to him.

Because the cesspool was so wide, no one wanted to drip over the dung and risk the feces and urine nozzle to hand him the food with his own hands. Even if there were, such as Lin Quan, Li Zhixiao and others, they would not be allowed by Zhou Fang and the elders.

The first time he saw someone come to deliver food, Guan Qianjian was a little excited, and at that time he had not eaten or drunk for a whole day.

When the visitor put the tray with the food on the track, he began to tremble again. He stared closely at the few drops of dung hanging above the track, and prayed silently: Don't fall, don't fall!

He stared for a moment, and saw that the tray had passed the first drop safely, but there were at least three more drops on the rest of the way.

By the second drop, the dung juice was already hanging at the end of a dead grass stem, and it was very full, and it was trembling gently, and it would fall at any moment.

"Uncle, can you move faster?" he yelled at the old man who delivered the meal, half pleading and half reproaching.

The old man was so old that he couldn't even hold the hemp rope in his hand, and his movements were so slow that he was like playing tai chi, which made people really anxious!

"What's the matter? You're still afraid of eating pig urine? You'll have to eat it in the future, so get used to it!" The old man's temper was not slow at all, and he said that if he was on fire, he would be on fire. After glaring at Guan Qianjian, he threatened two sentences: "Don't urge those who know each other, urge again, knock you over in the dung water, see what you eat!"

Guan Qianjian was silent.

When I looked up again, I saw the second drop of dung. Look at the location of the fall, when it is at the edge of the tray, if the tray moves a little faster, it will definitely dodge.

"Ahh

The old man was frightened by his voice, rolled his eyes and roared: "What is it called? I want to scare your grandfather to death!"

Guan Qianjian regretted it and sighed again and again. But he thought that although a mouse feces could spoil a pot of porridge, a drop of dung juice might not be able to spoil a bowl of rice, and then the dirty piece would be removed and edible.

The old man sneered gloatingly, and slowly pulled the rope again.

The third drop of dung juice was already not far from Guan Qianjian's side, and he held his breath and watched intently, just waiting for it to fall, and then blew it away in one gulp.

"It's useless," said the old man, "if I try to let you eat dung, you will be useless by any means, haha." As he spoke, he shrugged his eyebrows at Guan Qianjian.

Guan Qianjian didn't dare to be distracted, so he turned a deaf ear.

The old man snorted and didn't say much, but his face was full of evil smiles.

Guan Qianjian knew that he was uneasy and kind, but he was under the low eaves, so he had to bow his head, how dare he say another word, just staring at the drop of dung.

After staring for a while, his eyes began to be sour, and although the fecal water did not fall, the tray was far from being in danger of coming out. He suddenly found that something was wrong, and when he looked down, he saw that the tray was quietly parked under the dung water, and he did not move for a long time.

He was feeling strange, a hoarse laugh came, but it was the old man who snorted, "It's useless to tell you, you don't believe it, what I want you to eat, you have to eat, hahahaha." It turned out that the old man had already let go of the rope and was squatting on the ground to admire Guan Qianjian's eager expression.

Guan Qianjian saw that he was so insidious, so he was about to scold, and only opened his mouth, and the drop of dung juice fell at this moment no sooner or later. Originally, the track was not high from the roof, and as soon as the manure was separated from the grass stem, it was only two or three inches away from the tray in the blink of an eye. He hurriedly shut up in a panic, took a quick breath, and squirted out with a "whew", and the fecal water was impacted, bent and landed on the edge of the tray, just in time to avoid the meal.

Guan Qianjian was glad and couldn't help but smile at the old man. The old man's face was brushed, his hands alternately pulled the rope, and suddenly sped up several times, and his mouth couldn't help but be ruthless: "Fight with me, see what benefits you can get!"

Guan Qianjian was dumbfounded, and finally avoided the dinner of three drops of dung juice, so he returned the same way and left him!

The old man pulled the tray back to its original position and told it to stop, waiting for the freshly knotted dung to drip there.

"Old immortal, you are impatient! Why don't you die early, old and immortal is a thief, you are a ...... with a thousand knives" Although Guan Qianjian was dizzy with hunger, he still scolded the old man for the birth of one Buddha and the ascension of two Buddhas.

Seeing that the other party was angry, the old man became happy, grinned, sat down cross-legged, and fought with Guan Qianjian with great interest, while waiting for all the four drops of dung juice to fall into the bowl, and then delivered the meal to Guan Qianjian.

......

In this way, Guan Qianjian was hungry for three days, and he was already dying.

"Whoa, whoa. "Someone came to him with dung water.

Smelling the fragrance of white rice, Guan Qianjian's spirits perked up, he raised his head tremblingly, and his eyes opened a slit.

White, thick, steaming......

What a clean and delicious bowl of porridge!

"Hmm......" he said in his throat, and the chains began to shake uneasily. He was visibly agitated.

"Hahahaha...... Look at his anxious appearance, he was a starving ghost in his last life...... "The familiar voice is Zhang Liuqi.

At this moment, a glimmer of clarity appeared in Guan Qianjian's mind: you can't eat, you can't eat, you have to go on a hunger strike to the end! -- If you want to get out of this predicament, you can't eat their things, if you eat them, you will be trapped here for the rest of your life!

Yes, if you are willing to die in the and urine, over time, you will lose the ambition and courage to get out of this situation, and you will rot......

He hung his head as if he were dead.

The scent is getting closer, and the heat is pouring straight into the nose. Then the bowl was brought to his lips and touched his teeth. However, he gritted his teeth.

"Don't you eat, don't eat me!" said an older voice, Thursday. The two of them gave orders in a clean place, and only sent a young fellow disciple to wade through the water to serve Guan Qianjian.

Guan Qianjian's cheeks were held by a big hand, and he pinched it hard, and his mouth opened. He wanted to roar and scream, but he was filled with gruel and made only a muffled sound.

Gruel spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the man let go of his hand.

"Poof-" Guan Qianjian sprayed him all over his face.

The man was furious, cursed, and threw a punch at his temple, which made Guan Qianjian spin all over the world.

"What are you doing!" Zhou Fang hurriedly stopped, "beat him to death, are you going to be the head of Liurumen?"

"Hahahaha," Zhang Liuqi laughed, "yes, he is the handpicked successor of the old master, how can you be so rude?"

"Who told him not to eat?" The young disciple also knew that the two of them were not really protecting the prisoner, and laughed and defended: "I'm also doing this for his good, what if I don't starve to death?"

Thursday Fang said: "Well, that's right. He wants to go on a hunger strike, how can it be so easy! Go down to a man again, take a stick, pour porridge into his mouth, and pound his throat with a stick, and see if he can swallow it?"

"Wonderful, senior brother, you can figure it out......" Zhang Liuqi applauded on the side.

Another person received the order, holding porridge in one hand and a stick in the other, walked in front of Guan Qianjian, and the two of them acted together. Sure enough, this trick worked, Guan Qianjian was stirred by the stick, and couldn't help but swallow it in a big gulp, and drank a bowl of porridge in an instant.

The four of them laughed when they heard him burp.

Suddenly, there was a "wow", Guan Qianjian hung a waterfall in his mouth, and all the porridge he had eaten was spit out.

Not only that, the porridge that I drank after vomiting was out of control, searching my intestines and scraping my stomach, almost not even protecting my heart and lungs, and vomiting until the sky was dark.

This vomit seemed to empty his whole body, the whole person was fluttering, and when he closed his eyes, it seemed that the whole person was out of the ground, and he kept flying upward, and at the same time, there was a windmill in his head, which was spinning rapidly, turning in his ears. In front of him was no longer dung, no longer an underground dungeon, but red, yellow, purple, colorful, dazzling......

Faintly, I heard someone talking: "If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight, and I'll die." "It seems to be worried, and it seems to be gloating.

Another person calmly said, "I don't think so." This little thief has a very strong physique, beyond ordinary people, and although the porridge he poured just now was spit out by him, there is always some residue in his body, and it can last for a while, wait until tomorrow morning, and then come and see. ”

"Let me die, let me die......" Guan Qianjian had a voice in his heart, and kept praying. (To be continued.) )