Chapter 56 Meet the handsome attack again

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In the gray dungeon, there are crawling mice and cockroaches flapping their wings, and some unknown insects are trying to prove their existence.

On the wet wall on the left side of the dungeon, a thick iron chain nailed to the mouth of the bowl tied to a ragged old man. The scattered semi-white hair was stained with straw, and the white middle coat was full of shocking whip marks, and his hands were festerified and inflamed by the iron ring tightly wrapped around his head. He curled up weakly and leaned against the corner, allowing the fat gray mice to crawl around his feet looking for food.

"Hey, it's time to eat." A Lei Buddhist in red opened the door and put a bowl of rotten rice with a sour taste in front of the old man with a few fried yellow vegetable leaves. Then he turned around and left, firmly locked the door and was ready to leave.

The old man was motionless, as if the old monk had settled down and didn't even open his eyes. Instead, as soon as the group of round mice around him smelled the food, they immediately twisted their fat bodies and rushed over.

Such a situation happens almost every day. The old man never paid attention to the bowl of rice and always silently watched the group of mice living with him snatch and fight.

"Well, learn from others' hunger strike. I'd like to see how long you old bones can survive." The Reds who were locking the door saw this scene and hummed disdainfully, "I won't let you eat!" I'll see how you die when you get to the altar in a few days!"

As soon as he finished his sarcastic words, he saw that the old man did not respond to his words at all. The red-clothed believer probably thought that it was shameful for him to talk to himself like this, so he hummed heavily and turned his body and planned to leave. As a result, before he completely turned around, a big knife shining with a cold light had been put on his neck. Before he could see who the owner of the knife was or open his mouth to call his accomplices for help, the sharp knife just pulled gently. He couldn't even hum and fell to the ground immediately, and the slender incision on his neck kept bleeding.

"Fuck your grandma! Dare to talk to Elder Mo like this, looking for death. Ah Qing took back the big knife robbed from the Lei believers who had just been stunned, and spit hard at the person who was still twitching slightly on the ground to express his anger.

"Aqing, put away your knife. We are just here to save people this time. Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately." Sun Hai was frowned when he saw the wind guard following him frowning. He was afraid that Aqing would do something to disgust the young master later. He quickly stepped forward and scolded him with the air of the elders, while constantly wincing at him. Unfortunately, he didn't see his heart.

"This guy is not innocent! He insulted Elder Mo! Just give him a knife to make a bargain! I..."

"Enough, don't say any more." At the corners of his eyes, Feng Weiqing had raised his hand. Sun Hai was immediately stepping forward, blocking in front of Aqing with his tall and strong body. He pushed him behind Wang Jie with both hands. "Reflection for me and don't talk from now on!"

"Bbald..." Ah Qing still didn't know, but he felt that he was a little unyielding by giving such a forbidden password inexplicably.

"Shut up! Otherwise, go back immediately!" Sun Hai was staring at him fiercely, and then turned his eyes to signal him to look at Feng Weiqing.

"..." After receiving the bald's signal, A Qing also realized that he was too impulsive and quickly withdrew behind Wang Jie and closed his mouth.

I don't want to pay attention to whether the man who keeps talking is really taught. Feng Weiqing walked to the door of the cell and pulled out his sword from his waist to draw an arc in the air.

"Jingle." With a sound, the lock on the cell door broke in half and fell to the ground. Feng Wei took back his sword and pushed the door of the prison and walked in. The big mouse, who was originally eating in the prison, heard the sound and saw Feng Weiqing's tall figure approaching, and immediately fled around in fear.

"Esbyterian Mo." Feng Weiqing squatted down in front of the old man, looked at the whip marks on the old man's white clothes, frowned, and threw his sword on the ground next to him. He stretched out his hand to hold the old man's shoulder and shook it gently, " Elder Mo?"

"Cough..." Shake by him like this, the old man opened his turbid eyes as if he had caught a glimmer of hope in the dark, "Young master...cough..."

"It's me." Feng Wei firmly supported the old man's weak body with his hands. His eyes became colder and colder, and almost made a thick layer of ice.

"Cough... Really... Really... It's the young master... Cough..." reluctantly raised his drooping head, and the old man's eyes were deep, and a calm smile appeared on his blue and purple face full of whip marks deep into the bone. "It's too... too good... Sure enough... It's... young master..."

Feng Weiqing didn't say anything, but just picked up the sword beside him and waved it hard at the two chains that bound the old man's hands and feet. He jingled twice. The thick chain on his wrist broke and lost his support. The old man's body slid down quickly. Fortunately, Feng Weiqing quickly held him with his eyes and hands. Hold on."

"Lei Wanqian, this bastard really deserves to die!" Sun Haizheng, who followed Feng Weiqing and entered the prison, immediately burst out angrily when he saw Elder Mo's scarred and weak appearance that seemed to die at any time, "If it weren't for the wrong time today, I would chop my grandson named Lei into meat sauce even if I died."

"Ha ha, is it... light... bald head?" Hearing Sun Haizheng's voice, even if the old man was weak and about to fall to the ground, he still cheered up and joked, "I haven't seen you for a few months... How did you... change... become so... cough..." Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently.

"E elder Mo!" Sun Hai was moving forward anxiously.

The old man covered his chest and waved his hand, "I'm fine... cough... It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time... or... quickly... it's better to leave quickly."

"Good." Sun Hai was looking at Feng Weiqing, who nodded calmly.

With the approval of his young master, Sun Hai was stuffing Wang Jie, who was standing behind him with two knives, stepped forward, bent down with his back to Elder Mo, and motioned him to lie on his back.

Elder Mo did not shirk. At this time, it was most important to leave safely, so he also fell forward on the back of the bald head with the help of Feng Weiqing.

"Cough... Go... Go that way..." He lay weakly on Sun Hai's back, and Elder Mo trembled and pointed to another road with his thin hand like a dead branch. "Go there... over there... Cough... There's a way out..."

"Okay, let's go over there." Sun Hai was nodding to the three people outside the prison door, picked up Elder Mo and walked to the road he pointed.

Feng Weiqing grabbed his sword and walked in front, followed by Wang Jie, Aqing and Chen Duo.

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Since she saw a figure not dressed in red entering the next dungeon, Anjoya has been particularly excited. For her, any outsider who enters this place may save their lives at this time.

In order not to miss this group of possible benefactors, Anchoya could only widen her eyes and stretch her neck, put her face against the prison door and look out. A pair of bright apricot eyes were almost squeezed into cockroar eyes.

"Joya, what the hell are you looking at?"

Qi dreamed that An Qiaoya had been strangely pouting her buttocks and pasting her pink face on the logs on the prison door, looking out motionlessly without saying a word, so she curiously stepped forward and followed the same action. Anyway, the red-dressed believers who guarded them had not arrived, and she was also She is not afraid of being scolded viciously, so she is very relieved now.

"Little dream, we should be able to go out." With his cheek stuck in the gap between the two logs, Anchoa pouted and said, "I just saw someone go to the next cell. As long as we beg them when they pass by, they should take us away."

"Is it true? Did you see it wrong? Maybe it's the people here..." Although Qi Meng was also happy to go out, she was not as optimistic as An Joa.

"No, they are not wearing red clothes and are sneaky. They will never be from here."

She has just observed that there is no shadow projected on the wall at the corner. There should be no one standing guard, which means that the group of people who sneaked in have solved all the guards on the road. Although they have come in smoothly, they can't go out again, because it's easy to If it is found that so many guards here will definitely be alert. She had a hunch that those people would pass through their cells.

"Wait at ease. I have a hunch that they will definitely help." This is not to comfort Qi Meng, but her premonition has always been accurate.

"Hmm." Qi Meng saw that An Joa's words were reasonable, so he nodded and continued to follow An Joa to maintain that ridiculous posture and look out.

After a while, there were a lot of footsteps around the corner, and An Joya immediately stretched out his hand excitedly, "It's coming."

Qi Meng also held her breath nervously and looked straight at the only entrance. The only one in the two women thought, "Quickly pass!"

A few, several black figures quickly walked this way. The first one was a tall man in black. Because the top of the tunnel was too low, he could only half bend down and walk forward. The face was covered by darkness. An Qiaoya didn't see it clearly. Next was a strong bald man who seemed to be carrying a man on his back-- Anjoya knew that he was a bald head because the reflection rate of the bald head was really too high, just like a mirror. Next, there are three men, one is slightly fat, one is tall, and the other is... very short!

Anchoya, what kind of combination is this? Tall, short, thin, bareheaded and long hair.

Thinking that those people had already walked in, Anjoya's eyes quickly returned to the first person, so as to prevent the second person from taking the burden of saving them out if the first person didn't hear her words later.

"Hey... people coming over, could you please stop for a moment?" Anchoa stretched out his right hand from the prison door and swung it up and down on the road that several people had to pass in an attempt to attract the attention of those people. "Please wait a moment."

Feng Weiqing heard An Qiaoya's voice, and what was more frustrated was that he really stopped.

"What happened?" Seeing that the young master stopped inexplicably, several others quickly stepped forward to ask.

Feng Weiqing didn't say anything, but threw his deep eyes to the dungeon on his right hand. Several men subconsciously followed and saw two deformed and twisted faces sticking to the cracks in the prison door, and a paw swinging up and down in a ridiculous posture in the air.

"Well... could you please help us out by the way?" Although he was not the person he knew, An Qiaoya still did not give up and pulled his face out of the crack of the prison door. The big apricot eyes looked at the person who stopped outside and stared at him in surprise.

Seeing that they did not respond, Anjoya rubbed his hands and took down the straw on his head with his hand. He summoned up the courage to say the lines that he had recited thousands of times, "I also know that our request made you a little embarrassed..." Anjoa stretched out her right hand and compared her thumb with her index finger. Then he said, "But...but the two of us will be sent to worship God soon... Would you please take us out by the way?"

Several people still stared at An Qiaoya and didn't know whether they had listened to her words or not.

Qi Meng hasn't seen so many fierce men for a long time. He subconsciously shrank his neck and hid behind Anchoa.

"We will be very good and won't cause you trouble, we promise!"

Anjoya said, raising his hand and swore, "I, Anjoya, swear to God that if I don't keep my promise, I will punish myself for not being able to eat delicious food all my life and not to return to modern times and the sky will not die."

...a silence.

Anjoya twisted the hem of her clothes and really didn't know how to continue.

Just when she was so depressed that she almost gave up asking for help and asked them to leave first, to her surprise, Feng Weiqing really drew his sword and simply cut the lock on the prison door into two pieces, and then walked away without looking back.

"Young master." Several people who were left behind hurriedly followed. Anchoya tilted her head and her thoughts stopped at the moment when Feng Weiqing waved his sword. His face appeared under the firelight. Why was he so like the man she saved on the mountain at that time?

"Joa, let's go, too." Qi Meng took the broken chain from the prison door, pushed the door and walked out. He turned around and waved hard to Anjoa, who was still in a daze, "Hurry up, or we won't be able to leave."

"Oh, okay, I'm coming." Anjoya nodded, patted the hay on her clothes and got out of the dungeon.

"Let's go and keep up with them."

"Hmm."