"It stinks!" Meng Jia frowned and looked around in disgust.
After searching around, he finally found that the smell was on both sides of his cheeks.
In other words, right on his head.
He raised his hand in confusion and smelled it.
"vomit..."
The stench hit his nostrils. He was about to cover his nose with his hand, but quickly retracted his hand and nervously touched each other with his two hands.
Sticky, wet...
He felt boundless fear.
It's a fear of the unknown.
In the dark, nothing can be seen.
His hands and head were covered with unknown, terrifying things.
"Woof!" A dog came out of nowhere and barked at him.
Meng Jia screamed "Ah", randomly identified the direction, and ran towards home crazily.
The Royal Guards patrolling the night saw only a figure running past wildly, leaving behind a blurry afterimage.
By the time I realized what I was doing, I chased after him, but he had already disappeared.
So everyone just regarded it as a dazzle.
After all, there have been too many strange things lately.
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"Tick tock, tick tock..."
The sound of water drops kept coming from not far away, especially in a dark and closed environment.
Day after day, moment after moment.
Gu Yilan sat against the damp wall, breathing lightly and motionless.
He has been locked up here for several days.
According to judgment, this is a dungeon built deep underground.
Cold, damp, and isolated from the world.
Nothing could be heard except the sound of water drops.
Of course, there is no light.
He can only judge based on the frequency of the other party's food delivery and his previous experience in meditation.
He must have been detained here for four or five days.
At this moment, it is late at night.
The person who captured him never showed up.
The most anxious thing is waiting without anything to do.
Besides, he had never experienced anything like this before.
Dizziness and shortness of breath come suddenly, and the chest seems to be tightly pressed by many wet and heavy cotton wool, making it difficult to breathe.
He clutched his clothes tightly in pain and tried to reach out to touch the medicine in his arms.
When his hand touched the corner of his clothes, he suddenly remembered that the box of medicine given to him by Mu Yunhan had been confiscated when he was arrested.
He hadn't taken any medicine for several days and was truly at the end of his rope.
Although he worked hard to eat every meal, he obviously couldn't eat anymore today. In the last meal, he only took two sips of soup made of unknown ingredients.
If he doesn't take the medicine for another day, he will probably die, right?
he thought.
His body slid down uncontrollably, and he tried his best to sit up straight, using the cold wall to look decent.
Just such a simple action had already exhausted all his strength.
He was gasping for air, like a fish on the verge of death after being out of water for too long.
There were very slight footsteps coming from the darkness.
He opened his eyes alertly.
The footsteps stopped near him.
There was a snap of fingers, and a light of fire suddenly lit up next to his face, illuminating a half-foot radius around him.
Gu Yilan instinctively covered her eyes.
He had not seen light for so long that his eyes could no longer bear the light.
He heard someone chuckle not far away: "It's really admirable. As expected of a descendant of the Gu family, even though he is in danger and about to die, he can still maintain such a demeanor. It's admirable."
It was a man's voice, but it was unfamiliar.
Gu Yilan was silent.
He even had no strength to speak. (To be continued)