Junior Disciple C

Chapter 172

pain.

This word seems to be the only word left in the blank mind.

In fact, there shouldn't even be this word, Feng Ye felt like an empty shell, a walking corpse with no purpose.

His eyes are still open, and his ears can still hear sounds, but he can't see anything, can't hear anything, and his brain doesn't want to continue to work, so he just played with other sense organs, so he just The rest was blank.

But even though he had stopped thinking about anything, he still couldn't escape the pain.

How to escape it?

Forget it at this moment, but at the next moment, the air flow enters the lungs from the nose, and the chest of the remnant body rises and falls slightly due to breathing, thus, it affects the nearby muscle groups, and the wound pierced by the iron chain is torn again , The pain that had just been forgotten was awakened again.

More painful than before.

This continuous and increasing pain probably will only stop when his breathing stops completely and he really dies.

Perhaps there is nothing wrong with death. The difference between him being dead and what he is like now is that he can still breathe, and he can still feel pain.

"Ha ha."

A low laugh suddenly sounded in his ear, although it was a low laugh, it was very aggressive, it forced Feng Ye's self-closed senses to wake up, and made his frozen eyes move slightly.

There was no one around him.

Since his plan failed, he was pierced by iron chains through the left and right lute bones, like a pile of garbage thrown in the corner, he was thrown here by the Xiqiang people.

No one cares about him, he doesn't eat or drink, no one cares about him, and he doesn't want to talk to anyone.

The wound pierced by the chain, and other wounds of different sizes, all over the body rotted together, but even the mosquitoes and flies that came to see the rotten smell did not come near him, he was alone in this unattended corner decay.

But this exclusive time was suddenly broken by someone, by that ghostly voice in his mind.

Who is the other party?

Feng Ye once wanted to clarify this question, and wanted to know why this voice kept haunting him, but now...his eyes moved back to their original positions, and he didn't respond to the laughter.

Who the other party is and what purpose he has, he doesn't care at all.

But he didn't care about the other party, but the other party refused to let him go, the voice sounded again, like a kind reminder, he told Feng Ye about the external situation.

"Those who were encouraged by you to conspire against each other committed a capital crime, but the priest kept his promise and did not pursue it. He only let them work in the same quarry as before."

"Your former friend, Wu Yi, he is amazing now. He also picked up the whip and became a little leader. Not only did he not have to do labor with the rest, but he also yelled at his former compatriots brazenly. gone."

"As for you, Feng Ye, you will not be so lucky if the Xiqiang people don't pursue other people's crimes." The speaker had a regretful tone.

It’s just that his regrets are always full of schadenfreude: “As the leader of the rebels, your crime is unforgivable. Naturally, you must be severely punished to make an example. The Xiqiang people’s treatment for you is to lock you here Show it to the public for three days, let everyone see the end of the traitor, and three days later..."

Speaking of this, the schadenfreude smile almost overflowed: "You will be pushed up the Jiubu cliff, and let the snake god cleanse your sins."

Jiubu Cliff... This is the place Feng Ye had seen when he first came to Xiqiang. He knew what it meant to be pushed up Jiubu Cliff, and he also knew how terrifying the snakes at the bottom of Jiubu Cliff were.

In fact, for quite a while, Feng Ye would have nightmares every night in the thatched shed, the nightmare of being swallowed by ten thousand snakes.

The dream is the embodiment of his subconscious mind, and his inner fear of Jiubuya is reflected in the dream.

He was afraid of this place, afraid of those hissing and crawling icy snakes, but these fears, which were so huge that they entered the dreamland, disappeared at this moment.

His expression didn't change at all, he just let out an "oh", without any ups and downs in his tone.

Cold as a corpse.

With such an indifferent reaction, no matter how eloquent a person is, he can't continue the conversation with him. The topic ends here, and the voice disappears again.

But Feng Ye also knew that the other party probably didn't leave, that the other party just stopped making any noise, but was still dormant and peeking at him secretly from nowhere.

But just like Feng Ye didn't care about the punishment he was about to face, he didn't care if there were other people around him, his eyes didn't move, and there wasn't any light in his pupils. If it wasn't for his chest still heaving slightly, maybe others would think this People are dead.

He emptied his mind again, paralyzing himself with ignorance and insensibility.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Ye couldn't tell whether it was dawn or dark.From the moment he was pierced through the pipa bone, the sky above the Xiqiang Imperial City seemed to be gloomy, dark clouds covered the sun and the moon, and the day and night were equally dim.

Like it's going to rain.

But it never rained, and Feng Ye never waited for the raindrops that could relieve the burning pain in his throat.

This burning pain is not only because he hasn't had a drop of water for so long, but also because he shouted too hard in the Colosseum, as if he had used up all his strength, so that he couldn't lift up any more at this moment. strength.

However, Feng Ye did not wait for the rain, but instead waited for some unexpected things.

His motionless eyes were startled by the continuous noise in his ears, and his five senses were awakened again.Feng Ye raised his head in confusion, and saw a long line of people walking in front of him one by one.

Their clothes were ragged, and their hands, feet, and faces were marked by the marks of long toil.

These are slaves like him.

There were so many of them, Feng Ye didn't know everyone, but Feng Ye would see a few familiar faces from time to time in the long line of the crowd.

Those who were with him in the Colosseum, those who gave him promises, and... who betrayed him.

Feng Ye looked at the crowd expressionlessly.

His blank brain resumed thinking again, what are these people doing?

Like a rotten machine, it was activated again after being placed for a long time, Feng Ye's brain was a little difficult to operate, he thought for a while before he understood.

These people did not come voluntarily, but were escorted by Xiqiang soldiers. Beside the long line of the crowd, every few meters stood a Xiqiang soldier in strong armor.

The Xiqiang people brought all the slaves, the purpose is self-evident, it is natural to let them see Feng Ye's fate, beat the side drums for all the slaves, tell them that Xiqiang is invincible, everything is invincible with Xiqiang Anyone who is an enemy will be punished by the snake god and the priest.

The crowd looked at Feng Ye, and Feng Ye was also looking at the crowd. Some of these people avoided looking at him, and some didn't care. What does Feng Ye's life and death have to do with them?

Whether Feng Ye is dead or alive, what will happen to them, their life is still as usual, day after day, working under the scolding of Xiqiang soldiers.

They have even gotten used to this kind of life, the life of slaves, their tiredness is smoothed away by numbness, just like how Feng Ye closed his five senses to escape those pains.

The physical pain, the pain of being betrayed.

Numbness may be the best analgesic, as long as you don't think about it and pretend to get used to it, it doesn't seem so painful.

But when he saw these familiar faces again, Feng Ye suddenly realized that it was not.

Even though he tried his best not to think about it and tried his best to get used to the pain, when he saw the faces of these people, the peace he had worked so hard to create was instantly broken.

Anger surged from the broken bellows-like chest, like a raging fire that swept everything, but no matter how the flames destroyed the city and the ground in his heart, his face remained expressionless.

He stared at these people, familiar people, strange people, everyone, from the beginning to the end, he watched everyone walk by in front of him.

He stared closely, not letting go of anyone's expression.

He seemed to be expecting something, expecting to see something different from numbness.But until the last person passed in front of him, he didn't see what he wanted to see.

The crowd moved away from him under the leadership of the soldiers, and this place became a corner where only he was alone.

Feng Ye looked at the backs of the crowd going away from a distance, he seemed to have suddenly let go of his strength, and he didn't even have the energy left to be angry.

After the anger swept everything in the heart, it also turned the heart into a barren empty space.

The chain rattled and his legs felt numb after sitting for a long time. Feng Ye tried to change his sitting posture.

His range of motion was not large, because his shoulder blades were pierced by a sharp iron hook, and it was difficult to even lift his arms, and the chain tied behind the iron hook also locked him here firmly, and he could not leave.

Just letting the bent legs lie flat, he was covered in cold sweat after doing this action.Any tiny movement would pull the chains at the shoulder blades, causing the pierced flesh to ache again.

Feng Ye was panting heavily, his weakness and pain mixed together, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He leaned against the wall behind him and looked up at the sky. The clouds in the sky were getting heavier and he couldn't see any light.

The haze in the sky was reflected in his eyes, and his eyes became darker and darker.

"Are you disappointed?"

The laughing voice asked the seventh question.

Feng Ye didn't answer.

"Do you regret it?" The voice asked the eighth again.

He seemed to be shaking his head and sighing for Feng Ye: "You could have left by yourself."

Feng Ye lowered his head, as if trying to hide his expression.

With a sound of "tick", the dark clouds that had been brewing in the sky for a long time finally fell the first drop of rain.

Raindrops dripped on the back of Feng Ye's hands, feeling cool to the heart.

With the first drop, there will be the second drop, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, and slowly, the rainstorm is pouring.

During the wind and rain, people hid under the eaves to avoid the rain, only Feng Ye stayed in this corner without any shelter.

He was wrapped in cold raindrops, slowly extinguishing the last bit of warmth in his heart.

"Now, Feng Ye, who are you?"

As if the time had come, the speaker asked the last question with a low smile, which was the same as the first question, but different.

This is the ninth question.

Nine heart-breaking questions.

Feng Ye lowered his head, his wet hair covered his forehead like a shadow, covering his expression.

But although he couldn't see his expression clearly, Hao Chen could intuitively see other things.

Even though the magic dragon appeared and the power of resentment invaded every corner of Feng Ye's soul, Feng Ye's soul fire was not completely extinguished, it was still burning tenaciously, although it was as dim as a firefly.

But at this moment, after the ninth question was asked, the flame in the soul that had been struggling against the surrounding darkness that had penetrated into the limbs and bones was extinguished in this heavy rain.

In the rainstorm, Feng Ye sat alone leaning against the wall.

He was single, but not single.

Hao Chen stood in front of him, and he seemed to want to use his back to help Feng Ye shelter from the wind and rain.

But the raindrops pierced through his figure and hit Feng Ye's body completely, his whole body was icy cold.

But even if the raindrops didn't fall on Hao Chen, the coolness in Hao Chen's heart was not much better than that of Feng Ye.

He squatted down in front of Feng Ye, opened his arms, and hugged Feng Ye's neck vaguely, wanting to transmit his own warmth to this cold person.

But it was in vain.

But he still refused to let go, he embraced Feng Ye through the illusory boundary, and accompanied him through the rainstorm in different dimensions.