Big iron factory, prison cell.

This cell has a history of nearly a hundred years. It was built almost on the first day of the birth of the large iron plant. In the past hundred years, countless workers have been detained here and have been tortured and killed. As a victim of "killing chickens to warn monkeys", they have maintained the high-pressure rule of immortals.

The black and broken steel torture instrument was covered with mottled blood and suspicious liquid. Although the color was so dim that it was almost invisible, it was still surrounded by a strong smell of blood. It was the wronged soul who had been trapped here for a hundred years, moaning softly.

At this moment, the cell was crowded with hundreds of people like rotten cans, all of which were covered in bruises, bleeding from seven orifices, foaming at the mouth, and lying on the ground like mud. If it weren't for the faint breathing in his chest, it would be no different from a dead person.

They are the backbone of the Wuyou Cult riot.

Xu Zhicheng held a ball of rusty shackles and curled up in the corner, his chest almost solidified, like a huge rock pressing on him.

In his eyes, there was still a last trace of spirit, which bloomed stubbornly and refused to extinguish for a long time.

"Brother Zhicheng"

A short and strong man beside him was slightly injured than him. While taking care of him, he whispered, "Old Meng and Shi Tou didn't hold on. They had been carried away by the cultivator just now. We lost completely in this battle!"

Xu Zhicheng stared at the cracks like spider webs above the cell. The cracks reflected deep in his eyes and bloomed like two flowers. He seemed to have not heard what his companions said. After a long time, he said, "Fourth brother, I just glanced at it for a while. Guess who I dreamed of?"

The short and sturdy man "Lao Si" was slightly stunned and said, "Did you dream of Xiaobao and Xiaoqi?"

"No, those two boys in my family always sway in front of me as soon as they open their eyelids. How can we meet in a dream?"

Xu Zhicheng grinned and said with difficulty, "I dreamed of your father."

"What's the thing?" The man from Shidun was stunned.

"I dreamed of your father and my father. Aren't they brothers who worship me?"

Xu Zhicheng said weakly, "Fourth, do you remember a long time ago, when we were two of us, when the two old guys were still there, we were both real leather. The home steals chickens and other people touches dogs, steals the skinny and steel balls from the factory to make slingshots, and specializes in hitting the big girl's butts. He beats anyone who wears fancy clothes. Once, someone sued him at home. As a result, your father and my father joined forces to catch us. Of course, we ran away. After several factories, we crawled around on the pipes, but finally they were blocked. It was so easy to beat, and the butt was almost gone.

"The two old guys were tired of fighting, so they sat together and drank with a smile. We were lying on the ground and grinning and rubbing our butts. We couldn't even sit down and couldn't even cry. Do you still remember?"

The Shidun man, "The Fourth Prince", was stunned for a long time, and every wrinkle on his face became active. He laughed in a silence: "Remember, remember, can you forget this? When I think about it now, my butt still hurts!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xu Zhicheng smiled and said, "But, after the two old guys cleaned us up, the next day, another person gave us a carefully polished large slingshot, with slide rails and aiming, which was a hundred times better than the slingshots of all the children in the factory at that time. We also made us not allowed to use slingshots to hit people or smash windows in the future, but we only let us go to the abandoned mines around the big iron factory to shoot 'dihuzi'."

"This is the case!"

The man "Lao Si" of the Shidun man became brighter and brighter, "I am not as good as you when hitting the big girl in the butt, but when it comes to hitting the 'Dihuzi', Brother Zhicheng, you are far from my opponent!"

"Yes, when did you come back from dozens of 'dihuzi'? Put a string of wire and grill it on the fire. It smells so fragrant! It chewed heavily, and it was full of oil. The canned meat clay that faded out of the bird is incomparable!"

Xu Zhicheng closed his eyes slightly, and there was a crystal flashing at the corners of his eyes, "Fourth, do you still remember where your slingshot went later?"

The Shidun man, "The Fourth Old" shook his head: "There are too many years, so who still remembers it!"

"Yes, I lost my slingshot, too."

Xu Zhicheng licked his cracked lips and recalled the taste, "But I will never forget the taste of the skewered 'Dihuzi' in my life. That oil is so good. I really want to eat it again. It's a pity that the large iron factory has expanded more than ten times in the past few decades. All mines and tunnels have been plundered. It has been a long time since I found the 'Dihuzi', right?"

"That's right."

The man from Shidun "Lao Si" said, "The children nowadays have no good fortune. They have lived for decades and have never even eaten the "diihuzi". It's really...what, Brother Zhicheng..."

The fourth brother was not sure what Xu Zhicheng meant.

Xu Zhicheng, the great protector of Wuyou Cult, finished speaking of his father, slingshot and "Dihuzi", was silent for a long time, coughed lightly, and said, "The fourth brother, speak out from his heart, and follow Brother Zhicheng on this path, do you regret it?"

The "Fourth" of the Shidun man, without hesitation, shook his head like a rattle: "I don't regret it, I have never regretted it! In the hands of these slap cultivators, life is really impossible. Fighting is death, and not fighting is death. At least we have brought so many cultivators to take care of it!

"The fourth brother lived a lifetime and never thought that he could work as a cultivator as soon as he died. It would be worth it to die a hundred times!

"Brother Zhicheng, I know what you are thinking, just let it go 120 times. Everyone has expected this result. None of the brothers will blame you. Even if time goes on again, brothers will still work with you and kill the immortal cultivator!"

Xu Zhicheng laughed: "Well said, kill the immortal cultivator! I know no one will regret this, and I have never regretted it, but I am talking about another thing about Wuyou Teaching. Do you regret having Wuyou Teaching with me?"

The indifferent smile of the man "Old Fourth" of the Shidun man frozen. After hesitating for a long time, he said reluctantly: "Then, there is nothing to regret. I did it all. At that time, we had no second way to go. When the opportunity came, we had to seize it. If we didn't seize it, we would be trampled under our feet for another five hundred years.

"No regrets, no regrets!"

"But I regret it, it's not right, it should be said that I'm afraid."

The cracks in Xu Zhicheng's eyes turned into flashing ripples and murmured, "I seemed to have slept for a long time, but I didn't have a dream, and I didn't even have nightmares. Until now, I woke up, I could only feel scared.

"I have... haven't remembered my dad and my mother for a long time.

"It's been a long time since I remembered what happened when I was a child. It's so strange. When we were young, we were obviously living so hard that we had no food to eat and had no fun. We also had to go to the factory to help adults work every day, but now when we think about it, we don't remember the hardships or fatigue, we only remember the happy things.

"And my two boys, those two little guys who were as good as we were when we were kids. I originally thought that "Forget Worry" could help me completely forget the pain of losing them, but I haven't forgotten the pain of losing them yet. Instead, when I was happy and happy with them, I almost forgot all of them.

"Fortunately, just as I was about to completely forget, someone woke me up in time and woke us all up. It was so dangerous. It was only a little bit short of us, and we were about to forget all of us. We had to forget the ability of making a slingshot and how to hit the 'Dihuzi'. You haven't forgotten yet?"

"No, even if it happened decades ago, I still remember it clearly."

The man "Old Fourth" of Shidun said with a smile, "Brother Zhicheng, you don't understand this. Fighting the 'Dihuzi' is not just based on your eyesight and ears. There is also a trick. I have not had a successor for decades. Today, I will tell you today!"

The fourth brother approached Xu Zhicheng's ear and whispered for a moment. The more Xu Zhicheng heard, his eyes widened, and he suddenly realized: "Okay, the fourth brother who really has you, you are too bad, you are too bad!"

Two old men over 50 laughed loudly at the same time, making the other prisoners in the cell confused.

"Old Fourth"

Xu Zhicheng laughed for a long time, and all the turbid tears came out, flowing across his face, and asked again, "Your daughter and grandson have escaped, is there any news about them?"

"Well, everyone escaped. Without their news, they should not have been caught by the cultivators."

The man from Shidun "Lao Si" said, "There is no news these days. We have been here for so long, which should be enough for them to escape to the deep underground. The cultivators are disdainful to go to the place where they are arrested. After that, it depends on their luck!"

"That's good, that's good, don't worry, people, although it's not easy to live, as long as they grit their teeth and die, they won't die so easily. Our ancestors can last for ten thousand years underground, and perhaps these children can continue to hold on for another ten thousand years. Who knows?"

Xu Zhicheng sighed and said, "Fourth brother, we have not forgotten our father and the good days in the past, and your children have escaped safely. So, who said we lost this battle? In my opinion, we won, at least our children will no longer be enslaved and tortured by the big iron factory, right?"

The man "The Fourth" of the Shidun was stunned for a moment, took a selfie's thigh, and grinned: "That's right, Brother Zhicheng is right. If we win, our children will never be enslaved by the big iron factory or torture by the cultivators!"

Xu Zhicheng got the answer he wanted to hear, closed his eyes satisfied, and sang something in a vague way in his mouth.

The younger coworkers didn't know what he was singing. Only the generation of Shidun man "The Fourth Old" was vaguely remembered after listening to it for a long time. This melody seemed to be a nursery rhyme that their fathers had hummed for them a long time ago.

The lyrics have long been destroyed in the long river of time, but the familiar melody is still buried deep in everyone's heart.

"Crash!"

The door of the Black Iron Cell was opened roughly, and a cold voice broke in: "Everyone, come out!"
Chapter completed!