My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Wen Shang was awakened by the pain. He felt his body and soul were torn apart to the maximum extent, and his head was deformed due to the pain.There was the sound of the release of spirits in his ears, forcing him to open a slit of his eyes with great effort, realizing the first time he woke up in a real sense in these days of confinement—although he did not wake up naturally.

When a little light came into his eyes, before he could tell what it was, he received a solid whip on his thigh.

"Uh..." Wen Shang's voice was still hoarse when he woke up, and he suddenly uttered a note and changed his tune in shame.

Liushen was forcibly returned to his place, and Wen Shang couldn't take the time to think about who was beating him and why he was beating him, and he didn't have time to wait for someone to save him. All he could do was to open his eyes wide , Try to see the situation clearly, so as to get some favorable means to save yourself.

However, as soon as he opened his eyes, the next whip fell on his face impartially, accompanied by the forceful humming of the forcerer.

The scorching pain exploded on his cheeks, and Wen Shang's head was a paste as if he had been hit hard. At the same time, the burning pain from the whip marks saw on his skin, like a wild horse running wild, shattering his broken mind .

Then another whip, and another whip, and another whip.

In the empty cell, Wen Shang was beaten so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, only the sound of tough instruments splitting the air and hitting the flesh echoed around him.

After dozens of lashes, Wen Shang was covered in blood, which actually stimulated him to have a very serious thought: If no one told himself before punishing, is it considered a lynching?

After the whipping stopped, he took a few breaths and wiped the blood and sweat from his eyes with shaking hands, trying to see clearly.Maybe it was because of the beating, but Wen Shang opened his eyes wide and only saw a blurry figure, unable to make out his face at all.

He curled up and stretched out his hand towards the man.

What he meant was to arrest him and take a look at him so that he could take revenge later, but he didn't know that the man took a black cloth and tied his eyes violently, taking away his light.

In an instant, he fell back into darkness.

Someone cut a small gash on his neck with a knife. The gash was very skillful, and only a drop of blood coagulated from it.Wen Shang's skin at this time is very sensitive to the outside world. He felt a worm with densely packed feet sucked on it under the wound on his neck, and then burrowed into his neck along the blood.

There is no strong feeling when the insect enters, but there is a foreign body swimming in the body, and the scalp feels numb when I think about it.

Wen Shang hung his breath for half a breath, his whole body followed the worm; he felt scared in his heart, he wanted to at least prove that he was still alive, and he didn't feel how scary having a worm in his body anymore.

The sky dimly closed his thoughts, and suddenly there was no movement around him, and the eerie silence made Wen Shang beat his drums, wondering if the unknown friend next to him was holding his breath and trying to torture himself again.

The calm before the storm is a lie.

Sure enough, not long after I had this thought, intermittent noises came from above my head, and then something cold was pasted on the wound on my neck; the man made a short, short voice, as if chanting a spell, and pinched a spell along with it.

At the same time, Wen Shang asked a strange fragrance. Two or three seconds later, severe pain erupted from all the knots in his body, converging from his limbs to his heart, and it was a dull pain of heavy blows. So fast that he couldn't breathe.

The worms that entered his body from his neck seemed to settle down in his dantian, biting at his foundation bit by bit.

The fragrance wrapped Wen Shang like a giant net, and the surroundings were airtight. The smell kept penetrating into his nose. The fragrance smelled weird, and the smell changed from strength to strength. The intensity of the scent is fast and slow.

Wen Shang's head was covered with sweat, he forced himself to turn over, and tried to hold his breath. In an instant, the dull pain in his heart dissipated, and the bugs didn't move. However, he only lasted for a while before succumbing to the urge of death. Restrained, the pain swept again.

When the pain was unbearable, he held his breath again to relieve the pain; he held his breath for a while and then let it out, like sprinkling salt on the wound, sprinkling it for a while, resting for a while, the torture made him roll all over the floor, exhausted.

Wen Shang has never been in such pain in his life. In the past, he only suffered skin trauma and rarely saw blood. In a sense, he has little experience and does not know what kind of pain it is when he is self-destructive. Now, he When rolling all over the floor, I not only felt the pain, but also tasted the despair in the pain.

He really wanted to die, he thought so, in the end, he felt that death was unclear and unwilling, so he found a gap and grabbed the ankle of the person next to him, so weak that he could hardly hear the sound.

"who are you?"

At any rate, before he died like nobody, let him know who hated him deeply, to torture people like this.

"I blame you for offending someone who shouldn't be offended, Wen Shang. For the sake of the friendship between you and me, I will give you a piece of advice. Being a fool may not be a good thing."

At this time, Xiangxiang Qiafeng got into his nostrils, his heart shrank suddenly, and Wen Shang suddenly lost his strength. After enduring the pain for a while, he took a breath and said, "Student? You are from Luoshui."

He paused for a moment, "I, I already, probably knew it was...Chen Yu."

When the words fell, Wen Shang received a whip.

"Presumptuous, you can call Master's name directly? He is the god of Luoshui, and the god should not be desecrated by ordinary people like you!"

Wen Shang definitely felt desolate, what kind of ecstasy soup was poured into this man by Chen Yu, and he couldn't wake up even standing up.

Speaking of which, in the past, the disciples of Luoshui respected Chen Yu simply out of admiration and respect for their seniors. Some disciples wanted to be valued without flattery, but flattery belongs to flattery. worship.

Back then it was very common to call Chen Yu's name in private, as long as the master didn't find out, it was fine to gossip among peers, why now pronouncing Chen Yu's name seemed to violate a taboo, and it was like a thunderbolt.

"You were sent by Chen Yu..." Wen Shang cut it short, "He asked you to kill me."

"You killed my brother Luoshui, and you also killed my master. The crime is unforgivable. Even if the master didn't ask me to come, I would definitely find time to send you to hell. You deserve it."

Hearing what he said, Wen Shang suddenly smiled sarcastically. Holding his bruised body, he turned to his former fellow apprentice with his voice, and said, "In a word, that's what Chen Yu taught you?... Do you think Why did he ask you to kill me, if you don't do it yourself."

After a series of words, he was a little out of breath, endured a while of pain, and then said: "It's so quiet outside, the brother guarding the prison door must have been tricked by you to bypass Nan Yu's public trial, Chen Yu's Do you want me to tell you clearly?"

Only the dead are the safest, and only the dead have the tightest mouth.

The dead are tattoos of crimes, but also coffin boards to cover up the facts of crimes.

"Don't waste your energy in vain." The man said, "You are like me. When we were in Luoshui, we were not taken seriously. I am not very good at spiritual skills, and I can't learn spells well. You know that every time you practice In order to test the feeling of being always at the bottom of the ranking, I was submerged in the crowd, looking at so many senior brothers in front of me eagerly, unable to catch the master's eyes, and I didn't even glance at them inadvertently. I looked down on those who were in the back People, but I am no different from them, I am not reconciled."

He was not reconciled, but desperately longed for that gaze.

"I know what Chen Yu is thinking. You don't need to waste your time persuading me. At least now he can give me what I want. He said that I have ambition and ability. He values ​​me. As long as I want, he can give me everything I want. As long as I listen to him, I don't care, I don't want to be an ant that can be trampled to death casually, status, reputation, and a spiritual rank that breaks through the limits. All I want is to control life and death by myself. For dust."

Wen Shang shut his mouth. On the one hand, he knew that this person believed in death, and it would be futile to say more. On the other hand, he was in pain and had no strength left.

He lay on his back, fanning the sound of his own breathing in his ears, fighting against the death of abandonment that sometimes ran out.

The man knelt down beside him, patted Wen Shang's face, and said, "Master told me not to let you die too easily. Anyway, it's still a long time. I'll let you have a dream, and die without regret."

Wen Shang exhaled feebly, how could he die without regret in your hands.

The misty talisman waved in Wen Shang's ears, softly sneaking into his state of mind. Unknowingly, a sense of tiredness came over him, his eyelids were fighting up and down, and the worms in his body became obediently quiet. Soft hands touched his thoughts, tamed him, embraced him with darkness.

Wen Shang fell into a dream. At first, his eyes were chaotic and he could not see Qingming. Later, a strange voice sounded, which pushed aside the barrier in front of his eyes. There were crisp laughter in his ears, and the birds on the trees in the forest intermittently. cry.

Wen Shang suddenly realized that he was standing in front of Sanwen's door, and the laughter he heard came from inside.

In the Sanwen hut, Xue Huan fiddled with the little flowers in the garden, Jun An practiced swordsmanship, and Wei Qing corrected each other's posture and steps with him; The most mischievous Si Xia doesn't look like a girl at all, she picks up weird tools to build a four-dimensional nest for the little white wolf, and accidentally bends a crown on the little thing's head .

Xue Huan occasionally disliked the iron wires splashed by Si Xia, and said a few words hating iron for being weak, and the latter went in with his left ear and out of his right ear, enjoying it all the time.

Everyone is doing their thing and everyone seems happy.

Standing outside the door, Wen Shang looked at everything in front of him, feeling full of joy in his heart, and at the same time, a bit of bitterness that seemed to be reunited after a long time.

Although there is no himself in the picture, but seeing such a scene with his own eyes, the future of Sanwen that he has in mind is not in vain a good dream.

He stopped for a moment, raised his foot to enter the door, looked at these people, but didn't know how to speak, paused for a while, and smiled: "I'm back."

Perhaps it was subconsciously thinking that he was an old friend who had returned after leaving home for a long time. Wen Shang felt that he hadn't seen them for a long time, so he was a little cautious.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes to him——

"What are you doing back here!"

Wei Qing asked sharply, his coldness seemed like a world away.