"Boss Qi, what should I do with this kid? Are we just going to let him go?"

Seeing the old man return to the wing, the young man known as Shitou shouted unwillingly.

"Didn't you see that I just promised my mother? During my mother's fast, the whole village cannot see a drop of blood!"

Boss Qi glanced at the stone. The young man was like a mouse meeting a cat. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more.

"But it's just that there's no blood."

The middle-aged man stared at Feng Bingwen with a smile on his face, but this smile was not reassuring.

"There are many ways to avoid bloodshed. Stone, hang this boy up in the well."

"Yin well?"

When the young man heard the order, his body trembled subconsciously, and a look of fear appeared on his face involuntarily.

"this……"

"You're worthless, what are you afraid of? It's still daytime."

"Yes, but it's a bit difficult for me to do it alone. Boss Qi, can you ask a few more people to come with me?"

"It's really useless, boss. I'll take a few people with him."

"Um!"

Boss Qi nodded, thought for a moment, and then gave another instruction,

"Before the sun goes down, if he can still breathe, put him down. I will be useful!"

"Yes, but there are still four or five hours before the sun goes down. I'm afraid this kid won't be able to hold on for such a long time."

"Then his life is in danger."

As he spoke, Feng Bingwen realized that something was wrong, but at this time there was no room for him to struggle. He was pressed down by several people, and carried to a dry well above the mountain village, where he was tied and hung.

Wellhead.

As soon as he fell into the mouth of the well, Feng Bingwen noticed something was wrong with the well. Looking down, he could hear the sound of rippling water, but could not see anything but darkness, and it was too cold.

Ordinary wells can only make people feel cool at best, but in this midsummer season, they may even make people feel comfortable.

But in this well, Feng Bingwen felt a real chill, as if he was wearing summer clothes and suddenly lived in the harsh winter. The cold was biting and seemed to want to freeze people.

After a short while, Feng Bingwen felt his feet were cold, and this cold feeling began to spread along his legs and towards his body.

But fortunately, the sunlight during the day could still fall on his head, making him feel a negligible warmth. But even so, he felt that his body was getting colder and colder.

If he continued like this, Feng Bingwen felt that he wouldn't be able to survive the sunset, fearing that he would freeze to death in this midsummer season.

boom!

Just when Feng Bingwen was so cold that his lips turned purple and his consciousness was in a trance, a scorching hot air exploded in his chest and abdomen, spreading throughout his body in rounds, sweeping away his limbs and bones.

The chill that seeped into the body was forced by the sudden burst of scorching heat and wandered around randomly in the body, playing a cat and mouse game.

But Feng Bingwen only felt that his body was sometimes cold and sometimes hot, which was extremely uncomfortable.

And in this confrontation between the blazing heat and the cold, the sudden burst of energy gradually gained the upper hand, forcing the coldness that invaded the body to break through upwards.

That is to say, when this breath followed the Du Meridian and rushed straight to the Baihui Point on the top of the head, the scorching hot Qi was also chasing after it, like an angry dragon, hitting it hard, and suddenly the chill collapsed,

Collapsed everywhere.

The next moment, Feng Bingwen suddenly felt a coolness in his eyes. He didn't feel cold at all. He even felt ice-cold and quite comfortable.

"Um?"

Feng Bingwen's eyes widened. His vision at this time actually penetrated the darkness, and he saw the slightly rippling well water and the things under the water that were floating with the waves like silk.

"..."

The muscles on Feng Bingwen's face twitched. Although he had been mentally prepared and even prayed to the Book of Heaven, it was another matter to actually see it.

However, it seems that because of the daytime, the floating objects under the water did not make unnecessary movements. Instead, they floated in the water for a while and then disappeared.

After Feng Bingwen stared at his feet for a while, he discovered other abnormalities.

He can't feel the cold now, or a more accurate description is that the cold and abnormal chill, after entering his body, followed a certain established route and actively merged into him like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

in his eyes.

This made the cool feeling in his eyes more and more intense. In the end, even with his feet, Feng Bingwen knew that his eyes had undergone extraordinary changes.

Nowadays, this well does not seem like a place to punish or even kill him, but has become a blessed place.

But Feng Bingwen knew that the reason why he was able to turn this dangerous place into an opportunity was purely because he had made a wish to the Book of Heaven. Otherwise, if he had been a different person, he would have ended up as a frozen corpse.

The sun sets in the west and dusk is approaching.

Beside the dry well behind Qijia Gang, a few men were chatting to encourage themselves.

"Do you want to make a bet with me? I bet that kid has been frozen to death by now!"

"Fuck you, whoever wants to bet with you, just go and have fun."

"Hey, no, this kid is still breathing!"

"Damn it, it took all day and this guy is still alive. What a tough life it is!"

"Pull him up quickly and give Boss Qi his orders."

"Damn, consider this kid lucky!"

As he spoke, Feng Bingwen, whose clothes and hair were covered with a layer of white frost, was pulled up.

"What should we do now?"

"Take it back first and ask Boss Qi!"

"Forget it, the sun will set soon. At this point, Boss Qi will be nowhere to be seen."

"Then where to put this kid?"

"Throw him into the sheepfold, where the lambs can warm him up!"

"You won't let this kid find an opportunity to run away again, right?"

"He's frozen like a bird. If he can still run away, I'll write my name upside down."

According to the instructions, after a brief discussion, the few people who came to retrieve the person took Feng Bingwen to a smelly pen. The environment here was so bad that even they could not bear it and they were too lazy to say anything.

With just one sentence, Feng Bingwen was thrown into it and walked away without thinking.

After the group of people left, several lambs hiding in the sheepfold house ran over. When they saw Feng Bingwen with frost on his body, they were surprised. One of the sheep was looking at Feng Bingwen.

Behind his face, he took the initiative to lie on his body, trying to warm the frost on his body.

"I'm fine!"

At this moment, Feng Bingwen opened his eyes, and his pair of ink-colored eyes shone with a cold light in the alternating twilight of yin and yang, which was breathtaking.

He ignored the filth on the ground, stood up, looked at the lambs with particularly rich expressions, and understood in his heart.
Chapter completed!