Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Ruyuan had a small jar of clear water by his hand.

Ding You's standard for them was extremely low, and he could only guarantee one "immortality". The water was saved by each of the fellow Taoists in the prison, and the water gathered here was the tribute he earned every day, so it was very precious.

Feng Ruyu generously dipped in the water, carefully painted Jing Sanchai's lips, and wiped his face.

Shark oil lamps cast countless phantoms on the damp and cold wall, large expanses, like mountains and rivers, like running water.

Jing Sanchai, like Feng Rugu, stared blankly at the reflection on the wall, and whispered, "It really looks like a ghost."

"It's not a ghost image." Feng Rugu said, "It's Miao Tu, the Prime Minister of Mountains and Rivers."

Even if it's not the right time, Jing Sanchai still wants to laugh: "Where are the mountains and rivers?"

"Here, look." Feng Ruzhi led his gaze, and landed on the ink-like shadow on the wall. His eyes were empty, but what he saw looked like a real world of flowers and flowers. "That bend is Jianhu Lake. , Qianxun waves, elegant and distant... But I love Yeyan of West Lake more, you see, next to Jianhu Lake is West Lake..."

He pointed at a spider web shadow and said with a smile: "The ripples are like ribs, and the willows are intertwined with the banks...Take two steps to the other side, and you will see Cuifeng in Nanping. The sky is strong and the autumn is thick."

Looking at the shadows on the wall, Jing Sanchai also saw some soul-stirring beauty, as if the mountains there were really mountains, and the water was really water.

But he still habitually argued with Feng Ruyuan: "Who said that the West Lake is next to Jianhu Lake?"

Feng Rugu: "I said so. The mountains, rivers and city walls in the middle have all been erased by me."

Jing Sanchai: "Nonsense."

Feng Ruyu could not doubt it: "Don't say it, listen to me."

He looked at the shadows of people and objects cast on the wall, and described the places he had traveled in these years and the places he had not had time to go.

Jing Sanchai had one ear but not the other.

He was seriously injured and had a fever, so his thoughts turned quickly, and it was very unreasonable.

When Feng Rugu was describing Yangzhou Yue vividly, he suddenly called him: "Brother Gu, tell me, is Lin Xuejing sent by the Demon Dao?"

Feng Rugu's wound hurt again, he pinched his wrist to relieve even a little pain: "Lin Xuejing?"

Jing Sanchai: "Well. I want to know...whether he is..."

——He fell down in Lin Xuejing's yard.He thought, even if he dies, he must be a sensible ghost.

After trying to understand his thoughts, Feng Rugu bent down and confirmed to him again: "I really want to know."

When Jing Sanchai was suspicious that he was teasing her again, she heard Feng Rugu suddenly raise her voice, waking up more than half of the hundred or so people who had been asleep: "Ding You!! Call Ding You!"

Hearing Feng Rugu in the prison calling his name, Ding You thought that Feng Rugu would finally be unable to bear it anymore.

If this is true, then listening to Feng Ruzhi's collapsed cry is a very worthwhile thing for him to wake up from his sleep.

When he came to the prison, he took a look at Feng Rugu who was in a mess all over his body, and was about to speak when he heard Feng Rugu ask, "Where's Lin Xuejing?"

Ding You was confused by the question, so he simply pretended he didn't hear it, and said with a half-smile: "At this point in the field, do you still have time to control others?"

Feng Rugu: "I ask, where is Lin Xuejing?"

Ding You asked with great interest: "Who is Lin Xuejing?"

Feng Rugu: "The people who took us in back then."

Ding You: "That little girl with a fancy name?"

Feng Ruyu: "Yes."

Ding You sneered: "Oh, a traitor to the evil way. If I catch him, I will hang his head in front of the prison door for you to watch every day."

As soon as this statement came out, it was enough to prove Lin Xuejing's innocence.

Many trailheads secretly felt ashamed.

These days, at least seven out of ten of them regarded Lin Xuejing as a traitor who betrayed them.

Facing the look on Ding You's face, Feng Ruyuan nodded and said straight away: "In other words, you haven't caught him yet."

Ding You was choked up, and was about to speak again, when Feng Rugu said: "Okay, there's nothing to do here, you can go."

Ding You: "...what?"

He couldn't believe Feng Ruyuan's attitude, so he couldn't even believe his own ears.

...Feng Rugu called himself over in the middle of the night just to ask about a traitor's life or death?Are you going to send yourself away after asking?

How dare he?

And the truth slapped him hard.

These days, Feng Ruyuan rode on his face and slapped him many times one after another, not bad.

Feng Ruyuan tugged at the iron chain: "I'm physically inconvenient, so I can't send you out of the house. Please do what you want."

Ding You looked at Feng Rugu like he was looking at a lunatic.

Everyone present was terrified, even Jing Sanchai pinched Feng Ruyuan's blood-stained hem with two fingers and grasped it tightly.

But Ding You didn't do anything after all, he strode out of the cell, strode from west to east in a huff, and when he closed the iron gate in a shocking manner, he almost broke the spider web hanging from the beam.

Jing Sanchai whispered: "Aren't you afraid...tomorrow...overweight?"

"He just wants me to lose." Feng Rugu even felt a little proud, "If he increases the price, he will lose. He has already lost a lot to me now."

Jing Sanchai leaned against him weakly: "You madman. You should change your surname."

Feng Rugu liked this comment, and began to hum in a low voice again: "I didn't cross the river, but I actually crossed the river. I crossed the river and died, but what can I do—"

He coughed, covered his waist and belly with cold sweat, but there was still a smile in his cough.

The two-day planned murder ended in Jing Sanchai's lethargy.

Feng Rugu was still whispering about his world.

There are still a few people in the prison who are not asleep, leaning their heads together and muttering, plotting something, and Wen Chen is among them.

When Feng Ruyuan glanced over from the corner of his eye, he quickly withdrew his gaze and tried hard to stare at his toes.

Feng Ruyuan was too lazy to take care of them, and he couldn't take care of them anymore.

Watching the night outside the prison were a few crudely made wake-up corpses. They lost their souls, their eyes went straight, and they dragged their feet.

Most of them are familiar faces.That was their fellow Taoist who died in prison.

Some committed suicide, and some died of serious injuries.

Ding You handed over their corpses to the Corpse Sect, and used the crudest methods to refine them into movable monsters, and he couldn't wait to send them over, asking them to guard their former partners.

If Xiao Xiaodao's suicide made these children afraid of death, the scene in front of them made them feel that suicide is as insulting as being alive.

And that posthumous indignity goes further still.After all, everyone knows that waking up a dead body never dies.

Feng Ruyuan still remembered the faces of these teenagers, their origins, and their names.

He felt that his memory was too good, and he didn't know whether this good memory was a good thing or a bad thing.

He has traveled abroad for the past four years and has seen many worldly scenes.

Outside the prison, he hummed a Qingcheng ditty to a Taoist youth who was born in Mount Qingcheng: "The sun is over that day, the scholar is out of school, the scholar's brother has taken a fancy to me..."

The boy gave him a stiff and slow look, his eyes clouded.

I don't know if Qingcheng Chunse and a certain Qingcheng girl flashed in his mind at this moment.

But, soon, he turned around and went in the opposite direction.

There is no sundial here, no day and night, Feng Ruyuan has long forgotten the time.

He thought that he might have been imprisoned for a lifetime, and the remaining memories in his mind were probably the dregs left by his mother-in-law's soup.

Days have become boring repetitions, and pain has become a habit.

After surviving the crash, the pain of three extra stabs every day seems to be limited.

Until the day the knife cut his left chest.

During the day, he was stabbed three times as usual.

These three cuts made him sleep until late at night, and then he was forcibly dragged up.

Feng Ruyu even condemned with dissatisfaction: "...is it time?"

But when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar face facing him.

It was a young man named Kong Zhongnian, 19 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was from the Luofu Xian School.

He knelt down in front of Feng Rugu on one knee, pretending to be him washing his wounds, pouring water and feeding him, while lifting up his clothes, he said in a low voice: "Feng Daojun, we are going to leave."

Feng Rugu: "Where are you going? How?"

Kong Zhongnian didn't raise his head, and kept his voice very soft, but he didn't answer Feng Rugu's question: "We can't stay here any longer."

Feng Rugu persisted and asked, "How?"

"Yesterday, another fellow daoist disappeared." Kong Zhongnian was silent for a moment, and said, "He has been seriously injured for a long time."

Hearing this bit of information, Feng Rugu said clearly: "Understood."

He was in pain and tired, but his mind was exceptionally clear.

Kong Zhongnian murmured as if confessing to a god statue: "We buried a spell of pure heart in his palm... The spell we wrote now will not work, but Ding You will turn him into a waking corpse. Once he is shaved into a waking corpse, His spiritual power will be restored, and under the effect of the Purifying Mantra, his mind will be clear...but it can only last for two hours. After two hours, there will be no cure. During those two hours, he will find a way to steal Come to restore the power of the pill, open the door and let us out."

"It's a really good idea." Feng Rugu said, "I don't ask anything else, just two questions: How many people will you bring?"

Apart from this whimsical idea, Kong Zhongnian was rather pragmatic: "Even if we successfully steal the pills, the quantity will not be large. We will let those with higher cultivation levels escape first, depending on the situation."

Feng Ruyu nodded: "After leaving this door, what are you going to do?"

The person opposite was silent.

He repeated again: "We can't stay here anymore.... When the time comes, I will go out behind my back."

Feng Rugu smiled: "Ah, there is still a share for me."

Kong Zhongnian's ears turned red with embarrassment.

No one in this prison and Feng Rugu dared to say too much, they were afraid of dying of shame.

Just as he was about to speak, Feng Rugu said: "Chengjun is kind. I won't go out."

Kong Zhongnian was taken aback suddenly.

He always thought that Feng Rugu was the one who most wanted to escape.

Feng Rugu said: "You don't want to go either. Ding You won't let you escape."

Kong Zhongnian was silent again.

When he spoke again, his eyes were firm, but his voice choked up: "He... is the one we sent out. His injuries are not that serious, and he can last for a few days. But he listened to our plan, didn't struggle, didn't speak anymore, and let himself die... He was from Pucheng Mountain, and before he died, he was still talking about Sangluo wine - his favorite kind of wine When he was not injured, he told us before that when he returned, he would drink heavily and sleep with him for three days and three nights."

Feng Ruyu didn't speak.

He thought, it turned out that among those who remained silent, not all were weak, but there were also people who still had blood.

"We owe Taoist Lord a life, and we have to pay it back. Even if we can't pay it back in this life, we have to pay it back in the next life." Kong Zhongnian said, "Besides, I have done enough to be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered here. If I do it another day, I would rather die."

Probably because he was looking forward to the coming freedom, Kong Zhongnian smiled and showed two small canine teeth: "I will protect them like the Taoist Lord, until death.... Is the Taoist Lord really not going with us? "

Feng Ruyuan looked at him attentively, as if he was looking at a person who would never return.

If he hadn't been seriously injured, if his hands hadn't been bound, Feng Rugu would have knocked them out, because he knew that it was no different from sending them to death.

But Feng Ruyu not only didn't have such physical strength, he didn't even have enough energy to convince them.

Opening his eyes was enough in itself to make him drowsy.

He said calmly: "It's useless to take me."

In the past, Feng Rugu could never have imagined that he would say such self-deprecating words.

Even when his parents died at the hands of the refugees, he avenged himself when he was still young.

But he also knew that even if Kong Zhongnian managed to escape, taking him with him who was too injured to move would definitely be a drag.

Moreover, once he escapes, everyone in this prison will die.

Although Feng Rugu didn't mind whether most of the people in the prison were dead or not, it was a different matter if there was a Jing Sanchai among them.

Therefore, he must stay close.

…to end for the dead, to end for the living.

Only if he, a big fish, does not run away, Ding You will not spend a lot of time mobilizing blood gangsters to hunt down these desperate little fish and shrimp.

"I have to do it, but I really can't." Feng Rugu said, "I'm not going, you go. Try to escape and live well."

……

That night, Feng Rugu didn't even know when they left.

He has been asleep, hoping to give them a happy ending in his dream.

And when he was suddenly pulled out of the prison by Ding You, Feng Rugu knew that the dream was a dream after all.

In fact, it really is gone forever.

The hot-blooded young man who knelt in front of him during the day, his blood was completely cold now, was lying on his back on the floor of the execution room, his eyes were still wide open, there was no light inside, it was pitch black, like two bottomless deep holes .

Lying on the tarpaulin with him were two other people who fled with him.

The only consolation is that none of them turned into corpses.

Ding You sneered and said: "Before I caught them, these people shattered their meridians, every inch. They really have backbone. It's a pity, it's a pity, they have no backbone, but no brains."

Feng Ruyuan didn't look at the three corpses, he only looked at the living ones who were captured by Ding You.

There were eight people who escaped with Kong Zhongnian, and six were still alive. Wen Chen was also among them because of his good cultivation.

He hung his head so low that one almost suspected that his neck had been broken on his chest.

Feng Ruyuan knew that Wen Chen wanted to escape even if he died. One reason was that he didn't want to put his life in the hands of others, and the other was because he was afraid that Feng Ruzhi would be like abandoning that sarcastic fellow Taoist. refused to save him.

On the other side, Ding You was still showing off with a smile: "...every corpse, before refining it into a wake-up corpse, we have to inspect it carefully. Who can fool a little trick? I am very idle. Yes, it’s not bad to play a cat-and-mouse game with you.”

Speaking of this, he was quiet for a while, and looked at Feng Rugu: "Does Feng Daojun know about this?"

Feng Rugu's expression remained unchanged: "I don't know."

"I think so." Ding You said, "If you knew, how could you let them do such a stupid thing?"

Feng remained silent.

Seeing this, Ding You's eyes overflowed with pride: "Feng Daojun, what are you going to do with these people?"

Feng Ruyuan had expected such a situation, so he was not worried or flustered.

He said, "Am I in control?"

Ding You: "Tell me and listen."

Feng Rugu pondered for a moment, and said firmly: "Let me deal with it, and let all these stupid children out, and let them fend for themselves. What does Sect Master Ding think?"

Ding You laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

He was so happy.

Zhengchou had no choice but to seal it as before, so these foolish boys sent him a big handle!

Seeing Ding You smiling so heartily, Feng Rugu knew that this matter could not be resolved.

Fortunately, when he was escorted, he was ready to be cut into pieces again.

Six living people, six pieces of meat, not too much.

When Feng Rugu was considering whether Wen Chen was a human being or not, Ding You wiped away the tears from laughter, rubbed his wet fingers, and said with a smile: "These people did a major event of planning to escape from prison, Feng Daojun If you want to save them, you have to pay a different price."

Feng Ruyuan looked up at him.

The indifferent look in his eyes made Ding You feel uncomfortable again.

There was a cold light in Ding You's eyes.

He had already determined that he wanted to take something away from Feng Ruyuan.

"Six lives, all you need is one recruit." Ding You said with a smirk, "What do you think the price is, Mr. Feng Dao?"

Feng Rugu's expression froze, as if he had been punched in the face.

Among the six people who were arrested, one of them bit his tongue immediately and fell down with his mouth full of blood.

While looking at Ding You, Feng Rugu looked at the boy from the corner of his eye, and said in a sad tone, "Silly boy, you can't die easily by biting your tongue."

In just a few hours, just like when he was captured, Wen Chen once again experienced great joy, great sadness, and great fear. With a thud, he knelt down and faced Feng Rugu, tears streaming down his face: "Feng Daojun! Daojun help me—I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I want to live..."

Feng Ruyuan looked at this disintegrated pride of heaven, and slowly made calculations in his heart.

Save six people, one eye.

Save five people, but also one eye.

...seems to make no difference.

Ding You waited patiently for his reply.

After a long silence, Feng Ruzhi said, "You can take whatever you want."

This desperate tone finally greatly pleased Ding You.

In the torture chamber, everything is available, and it is not difficult to find a long silver needle.

Ding You wanted to torture Feng Rugu, he didn't even call someone to carry out the execution, but held the tip of the needle himself, shaking it slowly in front of his right eye: "Feng Daojun, can you see clearly?"

Feng Ruyuan's eyelids drooped slightly, as if resigned to his fate.

Ding You called him again, as if something was wrong: "Feng Daojun?"

As soon as Feng Rugu raised his head, he saw a cold light flash in front of his eyes, followed by a burning pain, as if a sun had fallen into his eyes, burning him so badly that he couldn't see anything.

Feng Rugu's whole body convulsed in pain, and he murmured, "Ding, Sect Master Ding..."

The content behind was not very clear, it didn't look like talking, it was more like moaning and begging for mercy.

Ding You was overjoyed, and couldn't help but approached, wanting to test his achievements: "Feng Daojun, what are you talking about..."

However, Feng Ruyu didn't give him a chance to speak.

He raised his head and hit Ding You's head straight with his own face!

Both ends of the silver needle were as sharp as bee-tailed scorpion pincers, and it stabbed viciously into Ding You's left eye.

Ding You's facial muscles froze for a few moments, until hot blood dripped down his eye sockets, he took a few steps back in disbelief, covered his nearly burst eyeballs, and cried out in pain.

When Ding You screamed in pain, Feng Rugu laughed unscrupulously.

He was really happy when he laughed, except that one eye was bleeding and closed tightly, his facial features were completely undistorted, he was a beautiful, pale and fearless lunatic.

"I didn't have anything! Nothing... nothing!" Feng Ruzhi laughed intermittently, "Thank you for sending me the needle!"

The blood disciple yelled at him in a panic: "You lunatic! Be more honest!"

Feng Ruyuan smiled madly: "Sorry, I just can't be honest!"

Ding You broke one eye for no reason and was rushed back for treatment.

The blood disciple under Ding You knew that his suzerain attached great importance to this lunatic named Feng, so he didn't dare to whip and punish him, so he simply returned to his original position and waited for the suzerain's order to punish him.

Feng Ruyuan lay on the ground with his pillow on the iron chain, quietly feeling the changes in his body.

Before, in order to create a magic formation, he used the Guixu Xinjue to absorb too much magic energy.

After sealing his veins, this devilish energy was also sealed into his body, dormant quietly, and did not interfere with his spiritual veins.

The eyes are an opening in the body, once the opening is broken, the devilish energy will fork into the spiritual vein like a wild wave.

But Feng Ruyuan didn't care anymore.

At least tonight, he thought, was not without success.

Thinking of this, he happily fell asleep, or passed out.

Anyway, for him now, there is no need to distinguish the difference between the two.

He slept for a long time.

Perhaps while he was sleeping peacefully, Ding You pulled him out and cut him more than a dozen times.

However, Feng Rugu has already lost consciousness, and he doesn't know what time it is, what year it is.

Maybe he was dying, he thought.

After realizing this level, Feng Rugu sorted out his short life in a half-dream and half-awake state, and found that he had done many things that people might never have the chance to do in a lifetime, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

However, he suddenly realized that he hadn't had time to explain and let everyone love his little mortal.

This is a very big thing.

Feng Rugu turned over on his side, dipped in his own blood, and wrote a sincere speech to Gu Gu on his clothes, thinking that someone might be able to see it in the future.

But this is just a dream.

In the dream, he also saw many warm scenes from the past.

He saw Xiao Hongchen pulling the hem of his clothes and calling him "Daddy" in a short rush.

He saw his parents embracing and practicing calligraphy, while the old mother was holding a cool watermelon and calling her little son all over the yard.

He saw the master and his wife, who landed in front of him like a god.

He saw Junior Sister Yan, who was covered in medicinal fragrance, with a squirrel on her shoulders, sitting on a swing and playing the flute.

He saw Chang Boning's slightly flushed face when he slept with his senior brother on the first night after entering the mountain and praised his senior brother for its fragrance.

For some reason, the familiar scent of rhododendrons wafted from his nostrils again.

Warm, with a touch of sweetness, if there is substance.

Not long after, he heard the sound of shackles falling to the ground, and his hands and feet loosened a lot, so relaxed that he felt like he was going to float.

Feng Ruyuan opened his left eye, closed it again, and opened it again.

He whispered: "...Brother?"

"...as usual." The man in the dream was crying a bit, as if he was treating a piece of fragile glass, he only dared to gently hold his face with his hands, "as usual, senior brother is here."

Feng Rugu moved his body: "Don't touch me...I'm covered in blood."

Chang Boning in his dream didn't resist at all, knelt down on his knees, pressed his forehead tenderly against his, and coaxed him in a low voice: "It's okay, senior brother is covered in blood too. Those who hurt you were all killed by senior brother Don't be afraid as before."

Feng Ruru thought, it really is a dream.

How could senior brother kill someone?

But the dream was too good to be disturbing.

Perhaps it is the same as the guillotine, the last dream a person has before death.

In the dream, Chang Boning said something that Feng Rugu couldn't understand at the moment: "The magic way has completely closed the gate of the 'Relict World', and even Uncle Thirty-four can't help it...he can't find you, and we can't find you ..."

"It took the master three months to enter the customs, and he was almost insane in his cultivation... Fortunately, there was no danger. After he left the customs, he finally reached the realm of a saint. Crack a crack..."

Feng Rugu didn't want to hear that, so he hooked his neck and blew into his ear.

Maybe this is the last time in his life he will act like a baby.

So he tried his best and said with a crying voice: "Brother, I am in pain, I am in pain to death."

In reality, Chang Boning's heart ached to the point of breaking, tears streaming down his face.

Those young fellow Taoists who were still alive were led out, and Jing Sanchai, who was seriously injured, was carried away by his master himself.

At this time, in the cell, only Chang Boning and Feng Rugu were left breathing.

Chang Boning took off his coat, wrapped Feng Rugu properly, held him like a treasure, and embraced him in his arms: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt anymore. Senior brother will take you home."

He turned around, hugged Feng Rugu, stepped over many corpses, and walked towards a ray of light not far away without lowering his head.

Every corpse of a demon blood disciple was pierced by flowers, and his death was like a beehive, which was extremely miserable.

The blood and the fallen flowers all over the sky together formed an incomparably magnificent flower path.