The elder nodded slightly: "Is there any new news from Han Sanqian?"
The man lowered his head and said, "Elder, there is indeed something going on with Han Sanqian in the dungeon."
"Oh? What's going on?" The elder raised his eyebrows, becoming interested.
"After this guy was imprisoned in the dungeon, he had been lying there motionless like a dead dog. But just now, this guy suddenly seemed to be much better, even though he kept yelling in pain.
My subordinates don’t know how to deal with this situation, so I report it to you immediately and ask for your instructions.”
The servant hurriedly asked: "Elder, is it possible that Han Sanqian is really a thousand-year-old insect who is dead and not dead?"
The elder shook his head, extremely calm.
"He's not getting better. Under the extreme poison, I don't believe Han's three thousand mortal bodies can withstand it. He's just a comeback after being completely poisoned at this time."
The servant seemed to understand the reasoning behind this.
Many people have this kind of moment of reflection before they die, and in some cases, even people who have been paralyzed their entire lives can suddenly stand up and walk.
Han Sanqian was as motionless as a dead dog before, but suddenly he woke up and cried out in pain, which was within the normal range.
"Go back and keep watching. He should die soon. When he is dead, come and notify me immediately."
"yes."
When the subordinate resigns, the servant who previously took the order will naturally no longer have to go to the dungeon.
The man soon returned to the dungeon.
Although he was still in front of the dungeon door, Han Sanqian's shouts could no longer be heard at this time.
"Is that guy dead?" he asked.
The main task of several colleagues and him was to guard the dungeon, and it was obvious that Han Sanqian in the dungeon at this time was no longer a threat like a dog. Therefore, their tasks were easier and more comfortable.
Several people were sitting together, drinking their special wine.
"When you went to report to the elders, not long after you took off, the guy shut up. We thought he was dead, but when we ran down to see him, we found that he had just fainted from the pain and was still breathing."
Hearing this, the man was depressed: "Fuck, his grandma's life is really cheap. You've been struggling for so long and you're still not dead?"
"Well, if he's not dead, he's not dead. The higher-ups may want him to die quickly, but for us, it's best that he, the bastard, never dies."
"That's right, as long as he doesn't die, we have to guard him. Although guarding him is quite boring, don't forget, it's also quite relaxing."
"Yeah, look at those people on the front line, endless siege of the city, what kind of day it was, how leisurely we are here."
Looking at the smiles on the faces of several colleagues, the man thought about it carefully and it seemed that what they said made sense.
As long as Han Sanqian is not dead, the group of people guarding the dungeon will be happy and relaxed.
"So does the motherfucker."
Taking the wine handed to him by his colleagues, he sat down and said, "However, when I went to the elder's barracks just now, I saw that the elder almost sent someone to check. We still have to be careful."
"We'll take turns to look out in front later. We can play secretly by ourselves, but we can't get caught, otherwise none of us will be able to escape."
Several people nodded.
"I've also drunk a lot. I'm going to watch from the front now. If anyone comes, I'll notify you in advance. By the way, remember to have someone come and replace me later."
Someone stood up and prepared his "eyes" in advance toward the place he must pass on the way to the base camp.
The few remaining people no longer had any worries, and naturally they happily started changing glasses.
And now in the dungeon.
Han Sanqian was still lying in the darkness.
It seems that his condition is not good, he is motionless, not much different from the beginning.
However, if someone was lurking next to him at this time without him noticing, he would definitely be able to hear Han Sanqian breathing smoothly without any precautions.
Suddenly, in the darkness, Han Sanqian's eyes suddenly opened.
Compared with the previous ones, Han Sanqian's eyes clearly had a different light this time.
It is a kind of spirituality that only living people have, and it is a kind of spirit that is not terminally ill. These all show that Han Sanqian's situation seems to be completely different from when he first entered the dungeon.
At this moment, Han Sanqian suddenly sat up from the ground, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Hey..."
