Chapter 1 Dungeon

Dazzling lightning, deafening thunder.

Bloody is accompanied by a rotten breath, and the cold ice penetrates the bone marrow.

With great pain in the body, they come together...

I don't know how long it took, Yun Zheng finally woke up in the struggle. Under him was a wet and almost rotten dead grass, and a candle was not far from his feet, shining brightly, so small in the dark space, like a ghost fire beating.

His mind is a little clear, but he is ignorant and doesn't know where he is. His limbs and bones seem to have just been hammered, which is unbearable.

He tried to lift his leg, and a piercing pain came, so he had to put it down again. At the same time, there was an iron chain connected to his ankle.

How could this happen? What the hell happened!?

Yun Zheng was shocked and quickly endured the pain and tried to raise his hands. Only then did he find that there was also a chain between his hands.

He sat up with difficulty, looked around and found himself in a stone room of less than ten square meters. There was no window, only a rusty iron door on the opposite side, which seemed to be locked to death.

In prison?!

Is this a reward for sleepiness? What did I do before?

Yun Zheng's head is confused, and the memories he once seem to have turned into fragments, and he can't make a complete puzzle for a moment.

This feeling is really bad!

The only thing to be lucky is that he hasn't forgotten his name.

But what can I do? Will I be an amnesiac who only remembers my name in the future? And he is also a amnesiac in prison.

He seemed to have super will and spiritual strength. After being shocked, he quickly calmed down.

It's really a headache. He tried to raise his hand to hold his head, but found a tattoo-like sign a little above his right wrist.

This "tattoo" is a rectangle about five centimeters long and one centimeter wide, with two pointed ears on each side of the head, silvery white. With the faint candlelight, he narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. There were thin scales on the tattoo. No matter how he looked at it, it was like a ruler.

What exactly is it?

Yun Zheng stretched out his index finger to touch the tattoo, and suddenly a hot burning feeling came from the tattoo, as if there was a strong electric current and bombarded his brain. Er..." He fell heavily in front of his eyes.

It seemed to be a dream. An illusion appeared in front of him. On a rainy night of lightning and thunder, his figure was like a ghost, passing through dark corridors and finally reaching a room. There were all kinds of sophisticated instruments in the room... Then he saw himself lying on a cold operating table. The cold air kept coming, and his body seemed to have been frozen. Then a dazzling white light flashed, and his brain was shocked by the electric current again. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up again.

Is it really a dream? Yun Zheng suspected that the dream was very clear, just like personal experience.

Maybe the sound of his fall was too loud to startle something. There was a sound of footsteps outside the closed iron door, and then there was a creak. A small window opened on the iron door, a cool breeze blew in, and Yun Zheng's heart seemed to open a window.

A bearded face appeared in the window, and the surprised expression was indescribable, " Huh?! You were beaten like that yesterday and still didn't die. Are you beaten with iron? It's really strange..."

"Ha ha, I fell asleep and didn't die." Yun Zheng sat up with pain and squeezed out a smile. He was entangled and answered inexplicably. He didn't know what he was talking about. But since this beard asks that, he must be an insider, and he may ask again.

"...Since you are not dead... Let's eat, and you will be busy later. Humph, why did you come back from life? Anyway, it's all a death. It's better to die early than to die late, so you can suffer less, haha." The beard said, as if he was eager to die. Then a large porcelain bowl with a gap was handed in, which was a black pile with two things like nests on it.

It's time to eat. Yun Zheng was happy to take it, sniffed, and couldn't help frowning. What is this sour and ruff? It's like pig food!

"Brother, can you find out where this is?" Seeing that the beard was about to close the window and leave, Yun Zheng quickly asked for directions.

The beard was stunned and stared at Yun Zheng as if he didn't know him, "... This is the Yangwei Villa dungeon, the Oriental family. Do you understand the dungeon? It's a place for you bastards. Are you fucking stupid?!"

"Do you have a grudge against me?" Yun Zheng asked, can't you scold him so fiercely?

"It used to be, but now it's gone, because your Yunjia Village has been destroyed. Humph..." The beard sneered and was very proud.

"Who are you?" Yun Zheng asked again and hit the iron while it was hot. Yunjia Village? There is no concept. What does it mean to be destroyed? Does it have anything to do with yourself?

"Jian Dingjia." The beard answered completely subconsciously. He didn't wait for Yun Zheng to ask again, and he fell on the iron window and left.

Yangwei Villa Oriental Dungeon? What is Yangwei Villa? Which one is the Oriental family? Yun Zheng can't figure it out, dungeon? Why does this word that seems to have nothing to do with me appear in front of me?

Yun Zheng felt that his whole body was not well, so he slowly sat back on the ground and tried to think about it. Return Dingjia, why is this oriental family so stingy that the family casually takes a code name, not even a tacky name. Is there no human rights?

Suddenly, there was a gurgling in my stomach, and the hopeless spread of hunger was very strong. Yun Zheng subconsciously grabbed the porcelain bowl, and the sour smell rushed up again, and he quickly put it down again. It's not even as good as pig food.

He curled up on the pile of straw on the ground and racked his brains to recall what had happened. Unfortunately, the harvest is not great. He looked at the top of the stone prison, as if he suddenly remembered something, put his right wrist back in front of him, looked at the tattoo like a ruler, and touched it again with his left index finger.

"Ah-"

The same electric current hits the brain, which is equally painful and unbearable. But this time, Yun Zheng did not faint, and an illusion flashed clearly in his mind.

... I was sent to a cold iron platform, with countless thin tubes inserted all over my body, and then the flashing electric shock, my body turned into flying ash...

This is what happened before being trapped in a stone prison. Yun Zheng smiled bitterly. Why do you seem to be an experimental mouse? What on earth are you doing? Is the subject of the experiment electric shock mice?

The illusion quickly disappeared, and the surrounding situation was the same. Yun Zheng touched the "tattoo" again. This time, the illusion was different. A white-faced teenager in a brocade was hitting him with two punches. There was an earthy halo around the teenager's fists. With each punch on his body, Yunzheng felt a severe pain, as if his bones were about to break.

seems to be a picture of memory illusion, but the pain is so real that Yun Zheng sweats all over and feels like suffering again. He counted that the teenager punched him 36 with a ferocious smile, and each punch fell on a different part.

Do you want to be so cruel? It's really worse than beasts!

Yun Zheng finally fainted. Deep in my memory, I am full of hatred for this young man in brocade.

Who is this teenager? Why is the action so heavy?

I don't know how long it took, Yun Zheng woke up again, and heard a sound of footsteps outside the stone prison, and two people came over.

"Young master, that boy seems to be stupid. Oh, be careful, there is a small pit in front of you... The small one will help you over. It was Ding Jia who had just come to talk with a smile, and the other one promised faintly, and the two were getting closer and closer.

"It's really a ghost. Let me see what's going on?" He is young, and his pride and conceit in his tone should be the young master.

"This boy is very wrong. There is a chill in my eyes, and he actually thinks that the food given by the villa is pig food. It's really a beating. Shaozhuangzhu, tell me... Why don't you drag it out and practice it again?" Jia Dingjia continued to say in a low voice, and he could imagine his current flattery face.

"Well, what else can he do? The whole village of Yunjia has been slaughtered by the Oriental family. How dare he think that his food is not good? No, he is not even as good as a dog now. Humph..." The young master sneered and sneered, took Jia Ding Jia to the iron gate, and "cqueaked" to open the small window.

Yun Zheng turned his head and saw a face full of sneering and sarcasm appearing at the window. It was the brocade teenager who punched him 36 times in the previous illusion. A strong hatred surged in his heart, almost uncontrollably, and he quietly grabbed the porcelain bowl with one hand.

"Tut... The number one disciple of Yunjia Village, known as the true descendant of Yunwu knife method, how can he fall into this field now? Is life in this stone cell still comfortable?" The young master said proudly, and Jia Dingjia was even more busy holding his stinky feet and laughing.

How can you be angered by these two mentally retarded people? Yun Zheng stopped the anger that was about to erupt, and the murderous intention in his eyes turned into indifference, and slowly turned his head back. He also deliberately stretched out his hand to pry the blood scab on his feet, but his mind kept spinning, trying to connect the memory fragments with the situation in front of him.

Indifference, this is ** naked indifference, completely as if you don't exist! Why has the temperament of the Yun family changed? Where is the irritable temper? The young master was puzzled and put his face close to the small iron window. "Hey, how about the thirty-six punches yesterday? Do you want to taste it a few more? Maybe I will show mercy, haha..."

"Shh, whisper, don't you see that I'm busy?" Yun Zheng looked up at him, with a trace of joke in his eyes.

The young master is depressed. What are you busy with? Are you busy stinging your feet? Isn't it as good as your stinky foot when the young master comes?

"What's wrong..." The young master couldn't help staring at it.

"Feed the pig..." Yun Zheng whispered and slowly raised the broken porcelain bowl. The things in the bowl still exuded a sour smell.

"What?" The young master didn't hear it clearly, and saw Yun Zheng's hand shaking suddenly, and the bowl went directly to his face. The young master subconsciously dodged, and the porcelain bowl hit the window and exploded. The acid and rotten food inside just splashed on his face.

"Haha... all the good things have been fed to pigs." Yun Zheng made a good blow and smiled happily.

"Open the door for me, I'm going to kill him--" The young master violently walked away and slapped the iron gate desperately to order Jia Ding Jia. His facial features were a little deformed.

"The young master is angry, and the young master is angry. Don't forget that the big villager asked you to go to the martial arts hall. This has been delayed for a while. If it's too late, I'm afraid the big landlord will be annoyed..."

Jia Dingjia quickly dissuaded him, while stretching out his sleeves to wipe the face of the young master, but he dared not take out the key in his pocket. Originally, the young farmer was called to perform martial arts hall by the master, but he stopped him halfway to the dungeon to abuse the Yun family boy for fun. Now it's okay to find fun and annoy the young master. It's okay to kill Yun Zheng and delay the time, but if the big owner knows that he is the originator, he will definitely be dealt with by the family law.

"Take your dirty hands away." Shaozhuang owner patted Dingjia's hand and was ready to rush in. Suddenly, he thought about it and calmed down again. He took out a Jinpa and slowly wiped his face and asked, "Which warrior was arranged today?"

"It's a spiritual ape-arm boxer." Jia Dingjia said quickly.

The young master nodded and said with a gloomy smile, "Yun Zheng, I'll let you live a little longer. When we meet at the martial arts hall, let's see how long you can hold on!" Then he left with his family.