Prison of Black Wounds

The light of pity miraculously saved his depraved soul.

The thought of "wanting to see him" haunted his soul like a spell, driving his body.

He began to look forward to every confrontation. Even if his eyes were blurred, he still couldn't take his eyes off the tall and mighty figure. People are born to pay homage to that person's hatred.

[Why are you still not dead?are not you tired? 】

The ferocious face of the father can always break into the dream unscrupulously, with a devilish sneer, wearing a heavy blood-stained armor, holding the chain that locks his soul in his hand, and pretending to be kind with that deep and cold voice coaxing his son.

[Why don't you come with me? 】

Hehe, has this man finally brought his majestic ambition to hell?

Ran didn't know that he was smiling, but he could see from the man's shocked face that he couldn't believe that he could still see such a pure smile on the face of this person who should have been destroyed by himself, without any Resentment, a smile as if letting go of everything and making a decision, the world he created for him is gradually collapsing, and even the chains in his hands are becoming hot.

He watched in disbelief as Ran's trembling and slender hands firmly held the chain that penetrated the navel and pulled it out suddenly, ignoring the rushing out of blood, as if he couldn't feel the pain, the long chain was shattered Flesh and blood were brutally torn away from that pale and thin body, and when he heard the crisp sound of chains falling to his ears, he knew that he could no longer control this person.

He held his belly button tightly with his hands, ignoring the blood flowing from his fingers and the collapsing world, his eyes were focused on the increasingly dazzling light, his footsteps never stopped, and he didn't want to stop!

Want to see him!

Nasser...!

The outstretched hand grasped the empty space, and his eyes were hazy. When he realized that there was no one in this small and medicine-smelling room, the strong sense of loss made his parched eye sockets burn, and he hadn't had time to take into account the raging pain everywhere in his body. Severe pain, the scalding liquid has soaked the eye sockets.

Subconsciously, he grabbed the soft quilt and buried his face in it to hide his embarrassment, even though no one saw it.

When did it become so fragile?

He was looking forward to the temperature of that person so much, he felt a little annoyed by the momentary loss just now, and even asked "Why aren't you here?" flashed in his mind, but his reason immediately brought him back to reality. He is the man who was born, and now he is a hero admired by all people, the hope of mankind, and he no longer belongs to him, and he... Apart from being a prisoner, he is still a murderous demon in the eyes of others. What qualifications do he have to ask for his affection?

Obviously should give up, but he does not hesitate to escape from his father's control and return to this world where Nasir exists. Even though he is laughing and embarrassed, he still longs for him to look at him again?

Da da da……

There are noisy footsteps and whispers going away outside the door, which is different from the usual anxious noise in the quiet drug house.

The chill when he just lifted the quilt was far inferior to the severe pain that followed. He bent down and pressed his hands into his soft belly to try to suppress the restless internal organs. The pain after another almost took him away again. Consciousness, biting the lower lip hard, hoping that the sharp stinging pain could call back the gradually dissociated soul, cold sweat drilled out of the pores layer by layer, and soon soaked through the thin underwear, as if the abdomen had been cut open Then he felt a sharp pain that almost drove him crazy. His cold fingers unconsciously kneaded his fragile stomach, and a chill came to his throat with a faint smell of blood. Ran hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth and forced the thick The fishy smell swallowed back.

Ran knew that his body was close to the limit, so he didn't want to resist these pains, but closed his eyes and tried hard to adapt, just like before, get used to them, and then ignore them, so that... he can stand up again.

He didn't know how long it had passed, and he didn't know if he was drowsy, but when he opened his eyes again, the pain had faded away, and the turmoil in his internal organs had also calmed down, but his hair soaked in cold sweat and his pale face made him look like Some embarrassment.

The chill spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body, causing Ran, who had finally landed on the ground, to shiver fiercely. He carefully adjusted his breathing, and moved his steps as slowly as possible, so as not to drag the wound and it would hurt for a while.

After lying in this room for so long, this is the first time to observe its appearance carefully. Wherever you can see are either medicinal materials or medicine jars. In the small room, more than a dozen medicine stoves are emitting medicine smoke. The room smelled like medicine, unlike Long Yan who was used to him, ordinary people probably wouldn't want to stay here for a moment, right?

Long Yan's medicine house is not big, and there are only two or three maids and a medicine boy who come and go. In addition, he himself likes to be quiet and has a weird temper, so there are very few people visiting him at ordinary times, and he is always quiet. , Only when Nasser comes will there be more movement.

Naser and his father rolled on the battlefield since he was a child, so of course he didn't know how to write the word "gentle", so his voice could be heard without dragging his heavy body forward.

[...I don't need to explain to...! ]

Nasser's voice came to his ears intermittently, it wasn't real, but it stimulated his gradually drowsy head. He leaned against the wall and gasped, his fluffy feet could no longer take a step forward, and his powerless right hand was placed on his abdomen in vain , the internal organs once again became restless, throbbing under the palm with bursts of throbbing pain.

[What else is there to say, just let him return to the battlefield! ! ]

Back to... the battlefield?

him?

Looking blankly at the thin and scarred hands, can these hands still hold heavy weapons? ?

Qian Zhen...

This nightmarish name made his thin body tremble uncontrollably.

There was a sudden churning in the stomach and abdomen, and the thick vomit rushed up to the throat in an instant. I couldn't hold it back at all. I leaned forward suddenly, and the cold hand pressed into the stomach reflexively. The strong smell of medicine tinged with blood. Out of the throat, scorching eyes sweep the rod slices.

"Uh...cough...cough cough cough..."

The dark and thick medicinal juice surged up from his stomach uncontrollably, and the ground was dirty, and the meager physical strength that he had finally condensed was taken away in an instant. He hugged his stomach that was getting more and more painful and sat curled up on the ground. , his body was shaking like a residual leaf in the wind, his stomach and abdomen hurt badly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the tormenting retching, even the bile was spat out mixed with blood, and his stomach was suddenly empty, His physical strength was exhausted, his consciousness began to blur, his weak body trembled with the intermittent coughing, his throat was itchy unbearably due to the series of coughing, he finally found a gap to take a breath, A sharp stabbing pain in his lungs almost made him suffocate. Ran covered his mouth with all his strength, trying to stop the cough, but the cough became more severe, and it hurt all the suppressed pain in the body, especially the navel and lower abdomen. The bursts of severe colic pain made him unable to hold back any longer, his body shrunk tighter and tighter, his hands pressed hard into his abdomen, almost touching his spine, but he couldn't stop the sudden burst of crazy pain, and suddenly wanted to die The idea of ​​​​a dream came into my mind, but when the teeth touched the tongue, it was sad to find that the injured pulp could not exert force at all.

The severe pain caused his consciousness to gradually drift away, and there was an unreal noise in his ears, who was talking, and the noise kept going, someone was pulling the hand buried deep in his abdomen, but it hurt so much, he didn't want to let go.

"do not……"

please, it hurts...

"How is this going?"

Naser, who was discussing in the front hall, ran over as soon as he heard the commotion in the backyard. He didn't expect to see his baby curled up on the cold ground, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat as if he had been fished out of the water. , His heart hurts as if being crushed by someone, I can't imagine when his burning began to endure the severe pain and passed out here, if it was one step later, one step later...

Thinking of this, an indescribable suffocation instantly spread throughout his body.

"Ran... Be good, let go of your hand..."

Naser stared at the redness in the burning abdomen with bloodshot eyes, the temperature from the fingertips was so cold, if it wasn't because the body was still trembling and breathing, he would have died because of burning into a cold corpse Go crazy.

"Long Yan, what should we do?"

Ran pressed his blood-stained abdomen tightly with both hands, and more and more blood was smearing on the white single clothes, but he did not dare to use force, because his hoarse voice was begging indistinctly. with.

Long Yan hastily ran into the room to get the silver needle: "What else can I do, I can only get the needle first."

"I mean why did he wake up?"

"Tsk, how do I know, his body is so weak, logically speaking, he didn't wake up so soon."

Long Yan quickly took out the silver needle and twisted it into several large points on the top of Ran's head and the back of his neck, and finally made the poor man who was struggling in pain stop shaking, and fell softly into Naser's arms.

Nasser carefully picked up the weak man and strode back to the house, sat on the bed and hugged him tightly, lowered his head and kissed his sweaty forehead cherishingly, not wanting to let go.

"Tsk, the wound is open again."

Long Yan frowned displeasedly as he dealt with the wound on his abdomen: "If this goes on like this, the release of the curse seal will have to be postponed again."

"No, it must be lifted quickly."

Nassar lowered his voice, but it was a tone that could not be refused.

Long Yan said helplessly: "It will take seven days at the earliest."

"Then seven..."

"No!" Chu Man followed Naser and the others with a serious face. He was still wearing the meticulous blue and white official uniform. To wait for Nasser to pick up