The humidity is getting heavier and heavier, thunder is coming from outside, and another heavy rain is coming.
As Yin Xiao lay there, he felt that all his internal organs were moving, the bones all over his body seemed to have been shattered, and his hands and feet were in severe pain, as if someone had dismantled them and put them back on again.
But he could endure all these pains. Since he would not die, he would live, rely on this tone to continue living, and escape again like before.
His breathing was deep and shallow. When it was deep, his bones hurt his internal organs. When it was shallow, it was suffocating and his mind was dizzy.
After another hour, his breathing finally returned to normal, and his body no longer felt like a rush of cold wind, but instead felt warm.
The pain just got worse and I was hungry.
On the fourth hour after he woke up, he suddenly heard footsteps.
Along with the sound of the door opening, the skylight from outside suddenly flooded in and filled the room in an instant. Yinxiao took advantage of this brief moment to see his situation through the slit in his eyes.
There were heavy raindrops outside, thundering down, and strong winds roaring past. The high mountains and cliffs were all blocked by the night and rain, making it impossible to see, and even the direction could not be identified.
Just for a moment, Yin Xiao knew that he could not recognize the situation outside, so he immediately withdrew his gaze and fell on the bronze crane at the door.
When he first saw Tonghe, the bronze crane was taller than him. However, now, after several years of happy life, he has grown taller than the bronze crane.
Tonghe was lifeless and expressionless. No one would pay attention to what he looked like. They would only be frightened by his lifeless expression, and they would not even dare to make eye contact with him.
It was as if once his eyes glanced at him, he would turn into a wood sculpture and clay sculpture.
He was holding a wooden bucket in his hand. There was a long-handled wooden spoon in the wooden bucket. Inside was a mixture of rice, vegetables, and soup.
Yin Xiao's eyes disappeared as soon as he touched them, and then he glanced around him.
This is a dilapidated wooden house with a leaky roof and a caisson above it. Although the color is mottled and no patterns can be seen, it is certainly not an ordinary house. There are windows in the house, and the windows are densely nailed with wooden boards, and no light can penetrate.
Come in.
He was not the only one in the room, but there were two corpses. The corpses were freshly dead. The stiff corpses were wrapped in coarse linen clothes. Judging from the clothes, they were either woodcutters who went up the mountain to chop wood or hunters.
The ground was also wet, not only from the tide coming back from the rain, but also from the blood stains crisscrossing it. Countless lives perished in this room and were never found again.
Yin Xiao took all this into consideration in the blink of an eye, the door closed again, and the room turned into darkness again.
In the darkness, the footsteps of Bronze Crane sounded.
His footsteps were very light, the sound of each step was the same, and even the intervals between steps were the same. This took a long time to train.
In extreme darkness, consistent footsteps can measure distances and avoid being noticed by enemies.
He was obviously familiar with this room enough to be able to walk in the dark. Carrying the wooden bucket, he walked to the corner, lit two oil lamps, and then walked up to Yin Xiao under the weak yellow light of the oil lamps.
Leaning over and looking at Yin Xiao emotionlessly, he checked Yin Xiao's injuries.
The flickering firelight made Yin Xiao's face blurred, making him look thinner and filthy. Blood stains covered his face. Occasionally, the places where there was no blood were bruised and swollen. His two eyes were swollen and he could barely open them.
There is only one line left.
The wounds on his body have been roughly treated, and the broken bones have been clamped with wooden boards and wrapped in fine cloth. However, he is still in a mess, and his clothes have become hard boards due to the blood.
Because Zhang Xutang refused to let him die, he survived. Tonghe carried out Zhang Xutang's order, not letting him die and letting him go home.
After checking it, Tonghe stretched out his hand to hold the long-handled wooden spoon, scooped out a spoonful of water-like food, and poured it three steps in front of Yinxiao's head.
"eat."
An emotionless voice came out of his throat. The sound alone did not represent any of his emotions, and it was so flat that it sent chills down the back.
Yin Xiao used all the strength he had just cultivated and turned over. Once his back was turned to the sky, he immediately felt the weight of his body squeezing his internal organs, and the thin air in his lungs was exhaled from his mouth, giving him a feeling of suffocation.
Attacked again.
His eyes were so painful that for a moment, he even forgot to breathe and just tried his best to calm his pain.
Then he moved his legs, supported himself with his legs and crawled forward little by little, until he reached the edge of the ladle of water.
No matter how painful it was, he did not make a sound. This was not because of his innate tenacity, but because Han Beiqu did not allow it.
A dead man can only be quiet. Once he makes a sound to express his pain and illness, he is making a human voice. Han Beiqu will not pity the injured. If he makes a sound, he will not give medicine and let the person die.
If he died, he was buried.
If he is half dead, he will be buried as well.
Kicking his legs, he squirmed to the food, opened his mouth, lowered his head and slowly licked it.
None of the food was rancid, it was just that it had been exposed to the wind and rain and had lost its heat. Coupled with the blood and long-lasting stains on the ground, it turned into something extremely filthy.
This is not something for humans to eat, it is something for pigs and dogs to eat.
But Yinxiao is not picky. If he wants to live, he must eat. Not only must he eat, but the more he eats, the better. If he doesn’t eat, will Tonghe give him good food?
Won't.
People who want to become dead soldiers eat like this, bend their knees, bend their spines, and hang their heads like this.
This is the first step to breaking people's minds.
Yin Xiao could bear it. He thought about the eldest lady and there was light in his eyes. As long as he could live, even if he lived in hell, he would one day get out.
If he can escape once, he can escape a second time.
Tonghe looked at him without any emotion. Seeing that the food on the ground was clean, he stretched out his hand unhurriedly, scooped out the second spoonful, and poured it on the ground.
It wasn't until Yinxiao couldn't eat anymore that Tonghe put the bucket aside, sat down cross-legged, and took out a bunch of candied haws from his arms.
This is "sweet mouth", the winner can have a sweet mouth.
Han Beiqu died, but his soul was forever engraved on Tonghe. He remembered all Han Beiqu's teachings and resolutely implemented them, becoming one of Han Beiqu's masterpieces.
Looking at the bunch of candied haws, Yin Xiao felt cold all over, and even the trace of heat brought by the food dissipated without a trace.
He felt like he was reliving a nightmare.
His eyelashes stuck with black blood trembled, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.
Just after he closed his eyes, Tonghe raised his hand expressionlessly and thrust the pointed candied haws into Yinxiao's eyes.
Just when the bamboo tip was about to pierce Yinxiao's eyelids, Yinxiao rolled around violently, but the bamboo stick did not enter Yinxiao's eyes. Tonghe slowly retracted his hand and ate the candied haws with relish again.
"can not sleep."
I can eat, drink, and defecate, but I can't sleep.