Saffron carried Tracy into the hammock. She had fallen into a coma, her complexion was sallow, and there were still a few scratches from the rock on her forehead. "Dad... don't let me go." She was talking nonsense, twisting her fingers as if she was trying her best.
Grab something.
"Tracy is probably homesick." Artai put a wet towel on her forehead and muttered, "I miss my dad and mom too."
Saffron clenched her fists and her eyes flashed: "Have you ever thought about escaping? Get rid of the Blood Prison Society and live freely from now on!"
Freckles drooped his head and remained silent. Artest's expression perked up and he looked at Gordon: "Brother, you are the smartest, what do you say?"
Gordon was silent for a long time before speaking: "Sooner or later, the Blood Prison Society will send us out to carry out the assassination mission."
Saffron patted her thigh: "Yes, by that time..."
Gordon turned around and walked out, pretending not to hear anything. The exit of the back room of the secret cellar led to a tree hole, which was overgrown with weeds outside and was extremely hidden. Gordon walked around a few times to get familiar with the environment, and then rushed up to a higher place.
A lookout point was set up in the canopy of the tree.
I don't know whether it was because he was excited about eating moss or because he was a little confused, but Gao Deng could not sleep peacefully. He lay on a branch of a tree with his eyes open and was lost in thought. The cicada quietly came out, lay on his shoulder, and touched Gao Deng curiously.
The tiny hairs that grow on the lips.
"Why are you here alone?" Atai climbed out of the tree hole, and Cicada immediately slipped back to his heart.
Gordon pondered for a moment and asked: "Artai, do you really want to escape? Although the Blood Prison Society is vicious, you still get gold coins and training resources from them. To put it bluntly, everyone is just using each other, just like doing business.
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Artest raised his head and looked at Gordon in confusion: "But they are bad people!"
"Is there any absolute good or bad in the world?" Gordon sighed softly, "If you really want to escape, you must make a detailed and careful plan, including the timing, escape route, and supplies along the way. You guys
You must remain anonymous, disguise yourself, and escape separately, never get together. In the first few years, you cannot show off your martial arts skills, nor can you stay in any town for too long, so as not to leave an impression. In order not to implicate your
Relatives, you may never be able to return to your hometown in your lifetime. The most important thing is that you can’t trust anyone. You have to learn to cheat and eat the black. It is difficult for civilians to obtain cultivation resources. Before escaping, you must try your best to earn money.
A large number of blood points can be exchanged for martial arts tips and rare treasures to assist training."
"Ah, speaking of martial arts, I have a secret to tell you...!" Artai lowered his voice and spoke a few words quickly.
Gordon said in surprise: "So the warrior stone sculpture on the Japanese Gate collapsed?"
"A set of 'Thunder Evil-Breaking Fist' automatically appeared in my mind." Artest scratched his pigtails in confusion, "I feel so strange that I don't dare to tell others, nor do I dare to practice it randomly."
Gordon laughed dumbly, he inherited the monk's mantle, and Artest received the inheritance of the Sand Cave Warrior. Maybe it was a coincidence, but it was destined. "It must be your thunder source power that inspired the inheritance of the Sand Cave Warrior's Thunder Evil Fist."
Although you can practice with peace of mind, you must not let others know about it."
Artai said: "Then I will tell you the key to the Thunder Evil-Breaking Fist, and we will practice together."
"No, this kind of fierce boxing is only suitable for you. Don't make such stupid ideas in the future. Some profound inheritances are very evil and can only be inherited by one person, otherwise it will cause disaster." Gordon took a deep look at Artest and said,
The human heart is the greatest disaster, do you know?
The barbarian boy didn't quite understand, but he still nodded. He sat under the tree, looking up at Gordon. In a trance, the figure on the tree overlapped with Adu. It was like that summer night in the past, as if\u4e
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When Adu died and Gordon came, the gods gave him a brother. "Do you have any good books for me to read?" Atai asked.
Gordon was inexplicably reminded of a book called "Brothers Want Your Life". The stupid guy in the book was not only defrauded of his family property by his brothers, but also fell in love with his wife. In the end, he was treated as a scapegoat and sent to prison. "What is the difference between an enemy and a brother?"
he asked Artest.
"One is good and one is bad."
The enemy stabbed you from the front, while the brother stabbed you from behind. Gordon turned over, his face covered with thick leaf shadows, and he did not say anything after all.
"Help me, Freckles is also addicted to medicine!" Saffron ran out and shouted.
When they rushed back, Freckles fell to the ground, huddled up, and screamed miserably. Tracy just woke up and wanted to sneak out to get coca medicine, but she fell and bruised her teeth.
In the next ten days or so, Freckles and Tracey had frequent drug addictions. They tried to escape several times and even attacked others.
Later, Artest and Saffron also fell into drug addiction, and Gordon became the only sober person. He took away the weapons of the four people, stripped them naked, tied them with tough kudzu vines, and tied them to a hammock.
"Shit, you have to die!" "Bah, you dirty bitch!" "Little dwarf, how can you tie up the tall and heroic protagonist of the epic?" "Brother, please."
Allowing the four people to act, Gordon turned a deaf ear, grabbed a bottle of drinking water, and poured it into the four people's mouths one after another. As the drug addiction became more and more intense, they suffered from diarrhea, dehydration, dry skin, and many withdrawal reactions. Freckles and Tracey
They lost weight so much that Gordon could only force them to eat.
Every day after that, the four of them seemed to fall into a nightmare like hell, struggling hard and suffering from drug addiction. Sometimes they begged and cried, humble and pitiful; sometimes they yelled and cursed, became vicious and crazy, and became less than human.
Ghosts are not like ghosts.
Later, the four of them were exhausted, chilled, dying, and even had no strength to curse. They fell into a long coma, and once they woke up, they often experienced visual and auditory hallucinations.
This period was the most dangerous. Gordon had to go around collecting herbs and mix things up.
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Combined with the berries, the essence and blood of the ferocious beasts were boiled into a semi-liquid, and fed to them bit by bit.
"It's so dark...it's not dawn yet?" When Gordon put the small wooden spoon into Saffron's mouth, Saffron asked in a daze, shaking her head.
Gordon hesitated and said "hmm".
"Am I going to...die?"
"You are an epic hero. Even if you die, you will wait until you become famous."
"Can I really...be a hero? My teacher told me that he picked me up on the mountain in the middle of the night. On that hillside, fireflies were flashing and dancing in the sky. The teacher said, I didn't give up.
Baby, I am the child of fireflies."
"There are always many legends about heroes."
Saffron shed tears slowly: "Do you believe...this is true?"
Gordon stared at him blankly for a while. It was dark all around, so dark that even the tears could not be seen. "One day, you will also shine." Gordon whispered, "Because you are the child of fireflies."
One night, while Gordon was taking a nap with his back in the hammock, he suddenly felt something strange. In the adjacent hammock, Crocus twisted a few times and turned his face. He was unkempt and looked depressed, but his eyes were as bright as