Feng Rugu was holding a small jar of clean water at his hand.

Dingyou treated them with extremely low standards and could only ensure that one was "undead". Each fellow Taoist in prison saved a bite of this water. The gathering here was the tribute he received from his daily cuts, which was very precious.

Feng Rugu generously dipped it in water, carefully applied Jing Sanchao's lips, and wiped his face.

The marsh oil lamp brought countless phantoms on the cold wall, like mountains and rivers, like flowing water.

Jing Sanchai and Feng Ruyuan looked at the reflection on the wall and whispered: "It's really like a ghost."

"It's not a ghost." Feng Rugu said, "It's the map of the mountains and rivers."

Even if it is out of date, Jing Sanchai still wants to laugh: "Where do you get the mountains and rivers?"

"Look, look." Feng Rugu attracted his gaze and landed on the ink-like shadow on the wall. His eyes were empty, but he saw a real world of flowers. "That bend is Jianhu, Qianxun waves, elegant and distant... But I love the beauty of West Lake even more. Look, West Lake is next to Jianhu..."

He pointed to a spider web shadow and smiled, "Rubbers are like edges, willows are sandwiched across the bank... Walk two more steps there, it is Nanping Cui Peak, and the sky is in full bloom."

Jing Sanchai looked at the shadows on the wall and saw some thrilling beauty, as if the mountains there were really mountains and water there were really water.

But he still argued with Feng Ruju inertially: "Who said that West Lake is next to Jianhu?"

Feng Rugu: "I said that the mountains, rivers and cities in the middle were wiped out by my hands."

Jing Sanchai: "Nonsense."

Feng Rugu is unquestionable: "Don't say it, listen to me."

He looked at the figures and figures cast on the wall, and described the places he had walked through over the years and the places he had not yet had time to go.

Jing Sanchai heard that there was one ear but one ear.

He was seriously injured and was having a fever, and his thoughts turned very quickly and it was unreasonable.

When Feng Rugu described the moon in Yangzhou vividly, he suddenly called him: "Brother, do you think Lin Xuejing was sent by the demon?"

Feng Rugu's wound hurt again. He pinched his wrist to disperse even a little pain: "Lin Xuejing?"

Jing Sanchai: "Well. I want to know...is he..."

——He fell down in Lin Xuejing's yard. He thought that even if he died, he would be a wise ghost.

After understanding his thoughts, Feng Rugu bent down and confirmed to him again: "I really want to know."

Jing Sanchai was suspected that he was teasing him again, and heard Feng Rugu suddenly raised his voice, awakening more than half of the more than a hundred people who were originally sleeping: "Dingyou!! Call Dingyou!"

Hearing Feng Rugu in prison calling his name, Ding You thought Feng Rugu could finally be unable to bear it.

If this is true, then listening to Feng Rugu's collapsed crying is a very worthy thing for him to get up from his sleep.

He came to the prison and looked at Feng Rugu, who was messy all over his body. He was about to speak when he heard Feng Rugu ask, "Where is Lin Xuejing?"

Ding You was confused when asked, so he simply pretended not to hear it, and said with a smile: "When you reach this stage, do you still have time to control others?"

Feng Rugu: "I asked, where is Lin Xuejing?"

Ding You asked with great interest: "Who is Lin Xuejing?"

Feng Rugu: "The one who took us in the first place."

Dingyou: "That green man with some nicknames?"

Feng Rugu: "Yes."

Ding You sneered: "Oh, a traitor in the devil's way. If I catch him, I will hang his head in front of the prison door for you to watch every day."

Once this statement is made, it is enough to prove Lin Xuejing's innocence.

Many traitors secretly felt ashamed.

These days, at least seven or eight out of ten of them regarded Lin Xuejing as a traitor who betrayed them.

Facing the descent on Ding You's face, Feng Rugu nodded and said in one sentence: "In other words, you haven't caught him yet."

As soon as Dingyou was suffocated, he was about to speak again, and he heard Feng Rugu say, "Okay, it's okay here, you can leave."

Dingyou: "…what?"

He couldn't believe Feng Rugu's attitude, so he couldn't even believe his own ears.

...Feng Rugu called himself over in the middle of the night just to ask about the life or death of a traitor? After asking, he was going to send him away?

How dare he?

And the facts gave him a slap in the face.

These days, Feng Rugu has ridden on his face and has slapped him a lot one after another, not sure.

Feng Rugu touched the iron chain: "I am not inconvenient to my health, so I can't send it out of the house. Please give it to yourself."

Ding You looked at Feng Ruyuan's eyes as if he was looking at a madman.

Everyone present was frightened. Even Jing Sanchai pinched Feng Rugu's blood-stained hem with two fingers and grabbed it with all his strength.

But Ding You did nothing after all. He strides away from the cell and rushes from west to east. When he closes the iron gate, he almost breaks the spider web hanging on the beam.

Jing Sanchai whispered: "Are you afraid......... increase your bid tomorrow?"

"He just wants me to lose." Feng Rugu was even a little proud, "If you increase your goal, he will lose. He has lost a lot to me now."

Jing Sanchai snuggled up to him weakly: "You madman, you should change your surname."

Feng Rugu liked this comment and began to hum again: "Your Majesty has not crossed the river, but you have crossed the river. If you crossed the river, what can you do to you--"

He coughed, covering his waist, abdomen and sweating all over his head, but there was still a smile in his cough.

This two-day murder was planned to die in the middle of Jing Sanchai's sleepiness.

Feng Rugu was still whispering, talking about his mountains, rivers and earth.

There were still a few people in the prison who were not sleeping, and they were whispering with their heads, not knowing what they were plotting, including Wenchen.

As Feng Rugu glanced over from the outskirts of light, he quickly retreated his gaze and tried to stare at his toes.

Feng Rugu was too lazy to care about them, and he couldn't control them anymore.

The patrol outside the prison were several waking corpses who had been rigorously trained. They lost their souls, straightened their eyes, and dragged their steps, only knowing that they were a living ghost who was loyal to Dingyou.

Most of them were familiar faces. They were fellow Taoists who died in prison.

Some commit suicide, some die from serious injuries.

Dingyou handed their corpses to the Corpse Sect, and used the simplest technique to refine them into moving monsters, so he couldn't wait to send them to guard their former companions.

If Xiao Xiaodao's suicide made these children afraid of death, the scene in front of them made them feel that suicide is just like living is an insult.

Moreover, the insult after death will be even longer. After all, everyone knows that waking up the corpse will not die.

Feng Rugu still remembers the faces, their origins, and their names.

He felt that he had a good memory, and he didn't know whether this kind of good memory was a good or a bad thing.

He has traveled abroad in the past four years and has seen many secular world situations.

He hummed Qingcheng tunes gently at a Taoist boy from Qingcheng Mountain outside the prison: "The sun passed that day, the scholar left school, and the scholar brother fell in love with me..."

The boy looked at him stiffly and slowly, his eyes turbid.

I wonder if there was a spring scenery in Qingcheng and a girl in Qingcheng passing by in his mind at this moment.

But soon, he turned around and headed in the opposite direction.

There is no sundial here, no day and night, Feng Ruju has long forgotten the time.

He thought that he might have been imprisoned for the rest of his life, and the memories left in his mind were probably the residue left by his Mengpo soup that he had not drunk completely.

The days have become boring repetitions, and the pain has become a habit.

After surviving the collapse, the three additional tear blades every day seemed to be in limited pain.

Until the knife cuts to his left chest one day.

During the day, he was stabbed three times as usual.

These three swords allowed him to sleep until late at night, and then he was forced to get dragged up.

Feng Rugu even condemned dissatisfiedly: "...Is it time?"

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar face facing him.

He was a boy named Kong Zhongnian. At the age of nineteen, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was born in the Luofu Immortal Sect.

He knelt in front of Feng Rugu, pretending to be cleaning his wounds and pouring water to feed him. While lifting up his clothes, he whispered: "Mr. Feng, we are planning to leave."

Feng Rugu: "Where to go? How to go?"

Kong Zhongnian did not look up and made his voice very lightly, but did not answer Feng Ruyuan's question: "We can't stay here anymore."

Feng Rugu insisted on asking, "How to go?"

"There was no other fellow Taoist yesterday." Kong Zhongnian said silently for a moment, "He has been seriously injured for a long time."

Hearing this information, Feng Rugu said with clarity: "I understand."

His body hurts and is very tired, but his mind is particularly clear.
To be continued...