Volume 3: The disputes in Mingzhou City are gone, and it is difficult to carve a rotten wood for a hundred years Chapter 262 So, what is the price?
In the gloomy sky prison, the slightly decayed air carried a frowning stench, emitting a smell like that of a dead person, and perhaps covered with a layer of moldy hay.
In the silent corridor, the dim firelight flickered and danced, illuminating the cells in varying degrees of brightness. Occasionally, one could see the figures of people inside, either curled up in a corner or lying flat on the ground, but they all looked haggard and had sallow faces.
There was no sound here, as if everything was dead. Only the occasional moving human figure could prove that there were still some living things here.
This dead silence lasted for a long time until footsteps were heard and a long shadow was reflected on the ground by the firelight.
Following the faint light of the fire, I saw a hunchbacked old man with one blind eye, standing in the deepest part of the prison with a cane.
Gongsun Yangzhi smiled, looked at the lifeless cells in front of him, and said with an expression as if he was in another world, and slowly shook his head.
"Tell me, who will still remember you, you were all heroes who stirred up the world for a while?"
His old voice echoed in the cold cell.
When the sound passed, the "dead people" behind the iron gate opened their eyes one after another.
"You are not a jailer, are you?" One of the men with messy hair and unkempt face spoke.
He didn't know how long he hadn't spoken, and his hoarse voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between stones, harsh and unpleasant.
Before Gongsun Yangzhi could open his mouth to answer the man's question, a prisoner in another cell spoke up and answered for him.
"Gongsun Yangzhi is just a clown."
Gongsun Yangzhi was not angry at being called a clown. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and nodded in response.
"Yes, that's me."
I have to say, it is a happy thing that someone still remembers him.
He has retired from the world for too many years, and the names of these old men have long disappeared from the new generation of the world.
The people in front of him reminded him of the world of the past.
"What are you doing here?" In another cell, an old man with a scar on his face raised his head and asked.
"It's nothing, actually." Gongsun Yangzhi smiled, rubbed the cane in his hand, and lowered his head.
"It's just that I'm about to die, so I want to come here to end this regret in my life."
"What's going on?" In the third cell on the left, a dark-skinned burly man turned his head.
He couldn't see Gongsun Yangzhi, so he just asked with a smile in the direction of Gongsun Yangzhi.
"Do we have any enemies of yours here?"
"That's not the case." Gongsun Yangzhi raised his eyebrows after hearing this.
"I just want to ask you, are you willing to die here like this?"
The cell fell silent. Gongsun Yangzhi's voice had fallen, but that question still lingered in the prisoners' minds like a devil's sound, asking again and again.
"Ha." Until someone sneered.
"It doesn't matter if we are unwilling. We have already been beaten to the point of having our dantian destroyed and our tendons in our hands and feet severed. Now, we are just useless people waiting to die here."
They only hated the imperial court and thought that it would be too easy for people like them to die, so they came up with such a way of torturing them.
This sentence was like a huge rock, once again crushing the prisoners' rare thoughts that had just begun to stir.
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"But your Qi channels are still unobstructed, there is still some internal force in your Dantian, and the major acupoints are almost open." After a moment of silence, Gongsun Yangzhi looked around the cell and said with a faint smile.
"If I can repair your Dantian and your hands and feet, so that you can regain control of your internal energy and move freely, you should be able to recover at least 70% of your power."
As soon as these words were spoken, several eyes that were fixed on Gongsun Yangzhi suddenly became hot. Some prisoners who could not see Gongsun Yangzhi also crawled to the door of the cell with difficulty, grabbed the iron door, and looked in the direction where the voice came from.
"What do you want to say?" the old man with a scar across his face asked again.
Gongsun Yangzhi held the cane in his hand, looked at the prisoners, gently curled the corners of his mouth, and had a teasing look on his face.
"What I want to say is, are you 'dead men' willing to go with me to live again in the martial arts world?"
The disheveled man raised his head, the dark-skinned man stopped smiling, the old man with the scar closed his mouth, and the prisoners also made some small movements of their own.
They all seemed to have their own thoughts, but there was one thing in common among them, that is, there was some .
"What's the price?" another prisoner asked. "What should we do for you?"
"It's very simple." Gongsun Yangzhi took out two small medicine jars from his arms.
"I have enough medicine for ten people. But when you take the medicine, you must also take a poison I give you. From now on, your life and death will be controlled by me."
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The cell fell into the silence it had at the beginning, but Gongsun Yangzhi was not in a hurry. He held the medicine jar in his hand and spoke slowly.
"So think about it carefully. Do you want to die here in obscurity, and be completely forgotten by the world? Or do you want me to join you, risk my life, and cause another storm? It's up to you to decide."
After saying this, Gongsun Yangzhi put away the two medicine jars, stood with his crutches, turned around and left.
"I will come again tomorrow, and I hope you will give me good news."
The footsteps faded away.
Inside the cell, the fire still flickered and the air was filled with a foul stench.
It was a smell like death, perhaps covered with a layer of moldy hay.
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After lunch, the three people from the Su family left.
Without Su Hongluo's discipline, the children were overjoyed and playing around the villa.
Li Si was sitting in front of the yard, playing chess with the second son Lian Qing.
Suddenly, Lian Qing frowned and asked a question without thinking.
"Sir, why do you think people are afraid of death?"
Li Si knew that he had been reading some novels about martial arts recently, and thought that this was just what he was thinking, so he smiled and answered.
"Perhaps it's because after seeing the wonders of this world, no one wants to die anymore. After all, there is nothing left after death."
"Then why am I not afraid?" Lian Qing raised his eyebrows, as if he was not satisfied with Li Si's answer. He had seen this world before, but he did not feel that there was anything to be nostalgic about.
At least there wasn't one before, and now there is only this villa, which makes him feel a little reluctant to leave.
"Because there are some things you haven't experienced yet, you don't understand." Li Si patted his head helplessly, probably wanting to tell him not to think too much.
"So, sir, are you afraid of death?"
"Me?" Li Si pointed at himself, and after a while, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"I'm not afraid."
"Why is this?" Lian Qing was even more confused.
"Because I've seen too much, so I'm tired of it." Li Si sighed with a smile and pushed a chess piece a little on the chessboard.
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"Sir, can you please put back the car you just stole? You are ashamed to cheat when playing chess with a kid like me."
"Ah? Haha, you found out. Let's start over again, start over again."
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"But sir, I was already a general just now..."
"You are not dying. Sir, you are just letting me do it. Try again."
"Lian Qing, please give way to the teacher a little." Li Huiwen put down the book in his hand, poked Lian Qing's waist with his finger, and reminded him in a low voice.
"I, okay, let's start over, let's start over."
Lian Qing responded bitterly. He just felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have played chess with his own teacher.
How should I put it? I always feel that Lian Qing and Mu Wu might get along well.
