Inscription of Different Cases

Han Lang was so angry that he almost spat out old blood, "You you you" couldn't say the next sentence for a long time.He even forgot that he was trapped, and just wanted to drag He Yijiu over and beat his parents until they didn't recognize him: "What the hell are you doing? I'm going to get sick from fright, you know, I thought there was no one else here , the sound can’t come out!”

It turned out that He Yijiu was in the cell next to him, and woke up a little later than him, and was woken up by his eager cries.When he heard Han Lang's voice full of anger, he knew that the other party must be fine, and when he heard Han Lang's extremely urgent tone, he must have been terribly worried.As soon as he thought of this, he had long been secretly happy, and wanted to respond aloud, but his voice was too hoarse to speak.Hearing that Han Lang knocked on the wall of the tank, he hurriedly made the same action, but he didn't know what Han Lang meant, and thought that he just needed to prove that he was by the side, so he knocked whatever he thought of, and in his words: "Knock It was fun afterward.”

As for the sound just now, he suddenly got up and hit the wall of the tank, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't help shouting out, only to find that his throat was much more comfortable.Han Lang was speechless when he heard this, and cursed: "He Yijiu, I'll fuck your mother! You are so stupid that there is no cure!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, my mother is already dead and you can't do it." The other party hummed.

Han Lang punched the tank wall: "Then I'll fuck you!"

This time there was a smirk: "It's almost as good as I fucked you."

Han Lang was so angry that he couldn't speak, and after a while, He Yijiu's voice drifted over: "Okay, anyway, we can't get out now, why don't you relax. Lest you rush yourself to death first."

Han Lang didn't have such a good attitude as him. Once he recalled the current situation, he finally felt a little relieved and tensed again.He also felt that it was meaningless to be angry with He Yijiu at this moment, and sighed: "Do you know how long it has been since the stone room?"

"I don't know, but I'm already hungry and my throat is very dry. It may have been a day."

Hearing what he said, Han Lang also felt that his stomach was rumbling, and he felt a little ominous premonition in his heart: "You said... the surname Fang wouldn't want to starve us to death?"

He Yijiu denied, "No, if he wanted to kill us, he would have done it long ago."

Han Lang fell silent, what did Fang Yuan mean?He had no clue.He Yijiu was locked in the same prison as him, and the surroundings were also narrow, filled with the strong smell of alcohol.For a moment, countless possibilities flashed through Han Lang's mind. He even thought of the sorcery in southern Xinjiang. He heard that there are "medicine men" there who refine living people into elixir to prolong life.

Thinking of this, one's hair stands on end.The two were obviously not together, but He Yijiu knocked on the wall of the tank as if he saw through him, and said in a low voice: "Don't think about it, calm down first. If you have learned the method of inner strength and mind, first find a way to circulate the inner breath. Force out the toxin, and it won't be easy to break the water tank by then?"

Han Lang sighed that it was true, he was too nervous, so he didn't expect this level.So the two stopped talking, and secretly adjusted their breath to recharge their batteries.However, no matter how hard Han Lang tried, he still felt weak in his hands and feet, and there was nothing in the meridians.He gritted his teeth secretly, recalling when his mother taught him how to practice martial arts when he was young, he had repeatedly emphasized that when practicing inner strength, don't be impatient.At this moment, he was feeling weak and his future was uncertain, so it was difficult for him to calm down. Although he wanted to be calm and calm, every time he sat cross-legged, his thoughts drifted further and further away unknowingly.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a sound above my head.The two dared not talk, fearing that the voice would disturb the visitor, so they only lightly tapped on the cylinder wall to remind each other.But the other party had been prepared for a long time, and did not give them any chance to escape. He only heard a "squeak" and the cover on the top of his head was lifted. Han Lang was about to jump up, when suddenly countless sticky things fell from his head and covered his face. After being completely suppressed, the stuff stuffed straight into his mouth and nose, and also fell into his eyes so hot that he burst into tears and coughed continuously.Accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol, before he could catch his breath, a vat of wine poured over his head, fully flooding his chest, and he was instantly drenched and shivering from the cold.

He Yijiu next door yelled: "Fuck your mother, bastard! If you dare, let me out!"

He hit the tank wall with a "bang bang", causing Han Lang's side to tremble slightly, but the top of his head was sealed again.The sound of the visitor's footsteps gradually faded away, and the two of them were poured with wine before they even saw who he was, and missed an opportunity in vain.Han Lang rubbed his face a few times to wipe off the greasy stuff, smelled it on the tip of his nose, and muttered, "It seems to be wine lees."

"Damn it, we really need to make medicinal wine!" He Yijiu scolded, "How dare you eat Lao Tzu's flesh and blood, and keep him gutted and gutted on the spot!"

"This wine is quite strong." Han Lang was a little dizzy from the smoke, but he was so hungry that he was holding the glistening lees. If he hadn't suspected fraud, he would have wanted to eat them a long time ago.

"They don't think they want us to eat this stuff," He Yijiu muttered, and knocked on the tank wall again, "Ah Lang, are you okay?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little dizzy," Han Lang replied, "Maybe it's because of the smell of alcohol, I'm already hungry... He Yijiu, I can't take it anymore, I'll eat this first, I'll treat it as a drug test for you gone."

"Hey, don't act rashly!"

"It's okay, I don't think they need to poison us again." Han Lang said, already stuffed a mouthful of wine lees.The smell of alcohol was so strong that he almost vomited, but he still swallowed it.After swallowing a few mouthfuls like this, the feeling of fullness spread, but his hands and feet were still weak, and the surrounding wine was cold, making him shiver non-stop.

"It's better to eat less," He Yijiu muttered, "He has no reason to provide us with food, there must be ghosts in it."

Han Lang hiccupped drowsily and sighed, "It's better than starving to death."

"And such a thing, I always feel that I have heard of it somewhere..."

"what?"

"let me see……"

However, He Yijiu never thought of it, and Han Lang knew nothing about it.Time is still passing slowly, and the sun and the moon are not known in the dark, and the long wait is more likely to wear down one's will.The two tried to remain calm, eating only when they were unbearably hungry.If one party is sleepy, the other party must persist until the other party wakes up.If you find that a person has not moved for a long time, then do everything possible to wake him up, lest someone gradually lose consciousness in drowsiness.

At first, the two were still talking, discussing Fang Yuan's purpose and Shi Qing's whereabouts.Han Lang felt that Shi Qing might be imprisoned here as well, but He Yijiu said not necessarily, so far no one else was found here, maybe only the two of them.

"Maybe he has been soaked in wine." Han Lang muttered.

He Yijiu smiled wryly, but didn't answer.

After soaking in the cold wine for so long, Han Lang felt that his clothes were about to turn into a puddle of mud, his skin turned white and wrinkled, and it was burning pain, even his bones ached.He wasn't joking just now, if it continues like this, it's not impossible for him to be really spoiled.

Or should he be thankful that at least the wine won't grow worms and won't cause skin ulcers.No one has ever spent that long in a wine tank though, who knows.

Han Lang was a little sleepy, and said to He Yijiu in a daze, "I'm thinking about something."

"what?"

"I never want to drink again."

He Yijiu laughed out loud: "Then what do you want to do?"

"Eat something else, such as your cooking." Han Lang frowned from the lees, and even his voice became hoarse, "If I can still taste the taste... the lees will be eaten soon." Lao Tzu's teeth are rotten."

He Yijiu laughed louder, but felt distressed: "Ah Lang."

"how?"

"I want to hug you so much."

Han Lang's heart ached, and he replied, "Yes."

"I want to kiss you."

"Ah."

"I want to lick you, and I also want you to lick me. I want to stuff your mouth full with my things, and I want to push your bottom away, making you and me so happy."

The more Han Lang listened, the more wrong he became. When he heard the last sentence, his lungs were about to explode, and he yelled angrily, "He Yijiu! You bastard is really shameless!"

But He Yijiu still didn't want to stop, maybe it was determined that Han Lang couldn't do anything to him now, the more he said, the more outrageous he said: "Before you thought my root was too big, let me tell you frankly, it may not be fun to be big, but You just need to rest assured about Master He's abilities..."

"He Yijiu, shut up the fuck!"

He Yijiu smiled cheaply: "Didn't I cheer you up."

Han Lang cursed a few times, then gradually fell silent, and after a while he let out a long sigh: "I've hurt you."

"What's the matter, I wanted to come by myself." He Yijiu's voice was still brisk, but Han Lang felt that he must be pretending.

"Let's make a bet," Han Lang said faintly, "Let's see if you can do it first or I can do it first."

He Yijiu laughed lightly: "Okay, the loser will make the winner cry and cry."

Han Lang raised his forehead: "You shameless bastard, why are you still thinking about this?"

"Based on this, I will die till the end." He Yijiu laughed.

Han Lang couldn't beat him, so he could only slap the vat wall in vain: "Let's see."

Having said that, Han Lang already knows how fragile a warrior who has lost his internal strength is.After a few days, he felt that he had been gradually defeated in the long-term confrontation, his whole body was already stiff and numb from the immersion in the wine, he lost consciousness, and his internal organs seemed to have been deformed and displaced.Sometimes he even thought he had turned into a puddle of mud, thirsty and anxious, he wanted to drink water, but all he drank was pungent wine, he wanted to eat, but all he ate was sticky wine lees.

Wake up, sleep, wake up, sometimes don't know if I'm awake or asleep.He talked less and less often, at first he could discuss the escape plan with He Yijiu, but later he started talking about wanting to go out, and now he basically doesn't say anything.Occasionally there was a voice over there, and he only responded with a "huh".

He Yijiu's situation doesn't seem to be as bad as his, and he has heard back from calling him several times.Han Lang leaned against the cold and hard wall of the vat, feeling drowsy, and suddenly murmured to He Yijiu, "You haven't invited me to Zuixianlou yet."

He Yijiu laughed dumbfounded: "I still remember this."

Han Lang turned over, seeing darkness in front of him, he couldn't even distinguish up, down, left, and right: "My mother used to make roasted eggplant for me."

"Is it delicious?"

"She doesn't know how to cook, and every time she puts a lot of salt, it tastes terrible. My dad and I laughed at her, and she was so angry that she picked up a broom and wanted to beat us."

"Pfft."

"It's a pity that I still can't eat anymore."

He Yijiu felt distressed when he heard it, especially Han Lang's angry tone, which made him want to smash open the wine jar and rush over: "I'll make it for you when I get out, and I'll make it for you whatever you want."

In fact, Han Lang didn't have much sanity left, and he didn't know what he was talking about, so he said whatever came to his mind: "Eat eggplant."

He Yijiu's heart seemed to be being squeezed by someone, and he almost jumped out of his throat: "You can rest assured, I will burn the eggplant, and I will guarantee that you will be full of oil after eating the last meal, and you will want the next one."

Han Lang gave a low "um" and fell silent again.He Yijiu wondered if he had fallen asleep again, and was hesitating whether to call out, when he heard the quiet voice from the next door: "He Yijiu."

"I'm here." He replied hastily.

"There's something I haven't told you."

"what?"

"Actually... I'm quite afraid of ghosts."

He Yijiu wanted to say that I had discovered it a long time ago, but it's different now, Han Lang said it himself, although he probably won't admit it after going out...if they can still go out.

"Who doesn't have anything to be afraid of." He Yijiu comforted him.

"In fact, I couldn't see it before. After my parents left, I was the only one in the house. Headless corpses and female ghosts with tongues sticking out began to appear one after another. Children without parents have a very dark air. , and I have a special bloodline, I know they all want to eat me. It's a big tonic, tsk tsk."

"I met you later, and they never came again. Don't you think it's strange?" He gasped and laughed twice, "It's not easy for me to live until now, but I'm content."

"Hey, A-Lang, don't be discouraged," He Yijiu slammed the wall of the vat into a "bump" sound, "It's not a big deal, I'm still doing well! If you don't want to live like this, that's it You bastard, believe it or not, I will smack your mouth to see if you still say such nonsense!"

In the past, Han Lang jumped up and scolded him, but now he is really weak, dizzy and unable to lift his hands.He curled his lips where He Yijiu couldn't see, and said helplessly, "Yes, you are quite powerful."

He Yijiu was so uncomfortable that his eye sockets were burning hot, he changed his tone and coaxed: "A-Lang, hold on for a while, listen to me, it's okay..."

"He Yijiu."

"Here it is, you say."

"I know how long I can last by myself. I think it's up to you this time." His voice became smaller and smaller, like a gnat, "I entrust my life to you. If you persevere, there will always be a chance to go out ... You have always been unusual, I know, but I didn't ask you."

He Yijiu's heart twitched: "What do you mean?"

"I believe you."

"Wait, A-Lang? A-Lang?!"

no respond.

He Yijiu roared, his fists were clenched, and he smashed against the wall of the cylinder angrily. There was a loud "boom" like a gunpowder explosion, more like a thunder in the clear sky, shaking the surroundings buzzing and trembling.It was as if a sharp sword pierced his chest in an instant, piercing his heart and lungs, and the pain was so painful.He smashed the hard prison cell in vain, yelling Han Lang's name over and over again, hating himself for being so weak from the poison, otherwise he would have tore through the barrier long ago, and would rush to Han Lang's side to hold him in his arms. In his arms, he slashed a bloody path and took the person out.

"Fang! If he wants to do something, I will tear your balls and feed them to the dogs!"

He had never been in such a mess, his lips were trembling, his hands were trembling, the more Han Lang didn't respond, the more anxious he was like an ant on a hot pot, he really wished to exchange his life for Han Lang's!His hands were blue and white wrinkled from the wine, and he felt pain in his heart when he moved, but he smashed the wall of the vat with these hands so hard that he didn't feel it, as if there were two stones growing on his arms.

Time was still passing, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his hands were bloody.Until a certain moment, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his abdomen, as if someone had stuffed a hard iron, and his internal organs were about to melt, and the bones all over his body were scalded to a crisp sound.He didn't understand where the heat wave came from. He thought that the toxin had seeped into his meridians, and he was about to die.He gritted his teeth and continued to hold on, and then his eyes gradually became brighter, as if he was under strong light, and there were no dead spots in the entire narrow wine tank.The hot iron in his body seemed to have flowed into his blood, igniting his body and burning him from the inside out.

He felt himself turned into a puddle of muddy water, melted and reorganized.He reached out his hand - or something close to it - and tore open the wine jar as easily as a rag.The wine flowed away from his feet, he didn't stop, picked up the dying Han Lang, and rushed out as fast as he could.