To Xing Yan's ears, the idea of escaping from this place was like a dream.
He has been trapped in this place since he was three years old, and it has been twelve years now.
In the past twelve years, he has experienced countless painful times, watching his body being cut open with sharp knives, with bright red blood flowing down the wound, and finally being treated as a human being by those people without leaving a drop.
Treasures are usually taken away.
Every time blood was taken, the pain was so painful that he even wanted to die.
But every time he fainted, he finally gasped and opened his eyes.
Except when cutting his flesh to extract blood, his body was soaked in this medicine pool all day long. It was the effect of this medicine pool that brought him back from the line of death time and time again.
Also, those people needed his blood, how could they let him die so easily.
From the moment he was imprisoned by these people, he couldn't help but die.
"Lu Li, who exactly trapped you here? Their purpose of trapping you here is to use your blood to make elixirs? But why? Is there anything special about your blood?"
Yun Ziyue's sudden inquiry brought Xing Yan back from his thoughts. He looked at Yun Ziyue carefully for a long time before he said, "Can I tell you this after I get out?"
Xing Yan was obviously on guard against Yun Ziyue, but Yun Ziyue didn't think too much and nodded casually, "It stands to reason that if you are trapped here, there will be someone guarding you. Why don't I see anyone here?
Where are the people?”
"Because even if there is no one to guard me, I can't escape."
Seeing Yun Ziyue's confused look, Xing Yan looked aside and said, "There is a button on the candlestick at the very back on the right. Press it."
Yun Ziyue did as she was told, and then she saw Xing Yan, who only had half of his face exposed above the water, and his body began to rise slowly.
After a while, Xing Yan's entire body appeared on the water.
Only then did Yun Ziyue realize that he was standing on a stone platform about two meters in diameter, with his hands and feet tightly bound by a heavy iron chain.
Xing Yan moved his arms, and the heavy chains made a clear clanging sound, "See, I can't even take a step, how can I escape?"
His wrists and ankles are extremely slender, or rather thin, and the protruding joints can be clearly seen.
His skin is so fair and transparent that it looks like clouds in the misty sky that disperse at the touch of a touch, giving him a fragile and unreal feeling.
Looking at the heavy black shackles on his limbs, Yun Ziyue's eyes widened instantly, and a flash of pain flashed in her eyes.
"Even so, I will find a way to rescue you."
Yun Yiyue's tone was extremely solemn, and Xing Yan glanced at her twice, "There is no key to these things. You need to have strong magic power to open them. Can I ask, what is your cultivation level?"
Yun Yunyue shook her head in shame, "I don't have any cultivation skills."
Xing Yan couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't expect that Yun Ziyue could break into the depths of the dungeon and turned out to be a mortal with no cultivation.
After being silent for a while, Xing Yan curled his lips and revealed a smile that was so faint that it almost seemed misunderstood, "Every time I cut my flesh and draw blood, the shackles on my body would be opened. However, at that time, the shackles on my body were opened.
There will be no less than three people, and each of them has magical powers."
Xing Yan stated a cruel fact, but Yun Ziyue's eyes instantly lit up after hearing it.
"When will the next blood collection be?" Yun Ziyue asked, looking a little excited.
"Three days later."
Yun Ziyue didn't expect that the time was so close. He had only received four bowls of blood today, but those people only gave him three days to recover.
"Three days? Then the next time we take blood, will the wound on your body heal?"
The distress in Yun Ziyue's tone was obvious. Ever since Xing Yan could remember, he had never felt what it felt like to be cared for.
He looked at Yun Ziyue blankly for a long time, and then he gradually digested in his heart such a real feeling of being hurt.
Obviously when the blood was taken today, he had given up struggling. He couldn't let his body die, so he decided to let his heart die.
But now, the heart that had only been dead for a long time suddenly began to beat violently again, beating so fiercely that it seemed as if the whole chest was on fire.
Xing Yan lowered his head and said in a low voice, but with a touch of softness, "Fortunately, the wound will grow very quickly in the medicine pool, at least it won't turn bloody and make people look sick to their stomachs."
"..." Yun Ziyue didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only discuss the plan for the next three days with a serious look on her face, "Is this where the blood collection is?"
"There is a secret room behind this, which is specially used for blood collection."
"Okay, I understand." Yun Ziyue nodded, took a deep breath and said, "I will come back the night before the blood collection, Lu Li, wait for me."
Seeing that she was about to leave, Xing Yan's expression became calm, his tone became much cooler, and he just said a soft "hmm".
Yun Yiyue decisively left the stone room. Xing Yan looked at the closed stone door in front of him and tugged the corner of his mouth slightly bitterly.
Time soon came to the night before the blood collection. Xing Yan waited secretly for a long time, but there was still no movement at the stone gate in front of him.
Although he doesn't see the sun here, he knows the time of day very well. It's already past early morning.
He didn't know how long he waited, but Xing Yan lowered his head and fell into a deep sleep.
The moment the stone door rang, Xing Yan woke up with a start. Looking at the figure in front of him with dirty clothes and messy hair, Xing Yan looked slightly startled.
"I'm sorry, I'm late." Yun Ziyue smiled at him, raised a few yellow talismans in her hand, and explained: "It's not easy to get a few pieces of yellow paper here, I almost planned to
I tore my clothes into pieces."
"What do you want yellow paper for?" Xing Yan asked nervously.
"Draw a talisman!" Yun Ziyue pointed out the pattern drawn on the yellow paper to him, "Don't underestimate these pieces of paper, they are the key props for us to escape from here."
Xing Yan's face was blank. He looked at the dark red patterns on the talisman paper, which exuded the familiar smell of blood. He frowned slightly and said, "What kind of blood did you use to draw those patterns?"
Yun Xianyue didn't expect that he could see through it at a glance. She subconsciously curled up her scarred fingertips and laughed twice: "I searched everywhere I could, but I didn't find any cinnabar."
"So you just use your own blood?" Xing Yan sighed, "If you have to use blood to draw, I have plenty of it, so why bother getting myself injured."
Yun Xianyue shook her head and thought: The blood on your body has been drained by those people. Look at your skinny appearance, how can I bear to let you shed another drop of blood?
"No, I caught a pheasant in the woods behind, and there's chicken blood on it."
How could Xing Yan believe it? He just let out a heavy breath, looked at her and said seriously: "You go, the further away from here the better."