Under the dim candlelight, Lin Zhiwu straightened his back and let out a sigh: "I've finally finished writing."

When the guards heard his words, they immediately walked towards him.

"The King of Yan ordered that you must write out three methods of making weapons today, otherwise you will not want to eat and sleep."

"I know, I know, there are three kinds." Lin Zhiwu put down his pen impatiently, but his hand did not move away from the pen.

When the guard bent down to get the paper on the desk, Lin Zhiwu quickly took action and stabbed the hard top of the brush towards the guard.

However, as soon as he used his movements, he felt the power in his hands suddenly disappear and his arms became soft.

The guard easily controlled him.

"hehe!"

The guard sneered, then swung hard, and Lin Zhiwu flew out.

Seeing Lin Zhiwu slid down on the wall, his expression was in great pain. The guard did not show any soft-hearted expression, and his voice was very cold: "I am really overestimating my ability.

"The King of Yan had long expected that you would not be so obedient, so I ordered me to add medicine to the water you drank.

"You are now like those scholars who are powerless, and you can write well.

"I want to use force? Haha, then don't think about it. It's better to save some effort to have a meal.

"Hahaha......"

The guard's unconcealed ridicule made Lin Zhiwu angry. He couldn't help but clench his fists, but felt a pain.

He let go of his hands and looked down and saw that his palms had been ground out of blood.

hateful.

Lin Zhiwu gritted his teeth and slowly stood up.

"Be honest." After the guard said this, he left the inner room.

Then, Lin Zhiwu heard the sound of opening the door.

As my steps went away, the silence returned to the surroundings.

Lin Zhiwu limped to the edge of the bed and sat down slowly. He touched his waist habitually, but he felt empty.

By the way, everything on him was taken away by Li Yi, and he couldn't even take a look at it.

A lonely look appeared in Lin Zhiwu's eyes. How long will he stay in this dark stone chamber?

When will my cousin find this place?

Xiao Yu'er should know the news of his disappearance now, right?

Will she come to save him?

He wanted to go out, wanted to kill Li Yi, and avenge Erhu and his maid.

Although he didn't know who the maid Li Yi said was, she died because of him, so he also wanted to avenge her.

Unfortunately, he didn't know if he could still walk out of here alive...

Just as Lin Zhiwu was thinking about everything, Li Yi suddenly walked in and smashed a stack of paper in his hand on Lin Zhiwu's face.

Before Lin Zhiwu could react, his neck was pinched by Li Yi.

"Ahem...let...open..."

Li Yi showed a fierce look on his face, and the force on his hands gradually increased: "Boy, I warned you not to play tricks with me, otherwise I will make you worse than death.

"Are these simple bow and arrow transformations you wrote ridicule me or fool me?

"What I want is not a simple weapon, what I want is a firearm, a more powerful weapon.

"I warn you one last time, don't write simple ones, write me about how to make firearms, and write more complex and powerful weapons."

"Um..." Lin Zhiwu grabbed Li Yi's wrist with both hands and wanted to spread Li Yi's hand away, but he could not shake it.

He had to struggle desperately and convey to Li Yi what he wanted to say: Let go of me quickly.

When Li Yi saw Lin Zhiwu rolling his eyes in pain, he quickly let go of his hand.

Finally got freedom, Lin Zhiwu quickly opened his mouth and breathed in big mouthfuls. As a result, he was too anxious and coughed again: "Cough cough..."

Li Yi stood aside and looked at his embarrassed look, unmoved at all: "You'd better remember what I said just now, otherwise I will never let you go next time."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiwu stood up suddenly and looked directly at Li Yi: "Bastard, if you want a firearm, if you want a more powerful weapon, just say it earlier.

"Why do you want to write down all the weapons I know? If you say that, I must start writing it simply..."

Halfway through the scolding, he took a breath and continued to scold: "You didn't express it clearly, which made me wasted my energy. Do you have the face to get angry at me? Ah?

"You're simply a bastard, shameless!"

Facing the sudden scolding of the prisoner below, Li Yi was stunned for a moment. What is this kid doing?

After reacting, Li Yi felt very angry, raised his hand and wanted to pinch Lin Zhiwu's neck: "Boy, are you looking for death?"

Lin Zhiwu did not dodge or avoid, and even stretched his neck over: "Why, if you do something wrong yourself, you will put the blame on me. Don't you allow me to say it?"

"You..." Li Yi's eyes were so angry that she burst into flames, but her hands raised were in the air.

Lin Zhiwu raised his head and looked at Li Yi bravely, like a warrior on the battlefield, facing the killing without fear.

The two of them fought with their eyes for a long time. Finally, Li Yi looked away first and said, "Okay, forget it this time, come here, now write me how to make a firearm."

Lin Zhiwu stood up and did not move, but stretched out his hands and spread his palms: "My hand is injured. I can't write before the injury is healed."

Upon hearing this, Li Yi looked at his hand.

The next moment, Li Yi spoke mercilessly: "It's just a little skin and a little blood, which doesn't affect holding the pen and writing. Don't think about being lazy, come here for me."

Li Yi almost shouted out the last sentence.

Lin Zhiwu seemed to be frightened: "Write it, what are you yelling?"

So, Lin Zhiwu walked slowly to the desk and reached for the pen.

But as soon as he picked up the pen, the pen fell from his hand.

Lin Zhiwu spread his hands: "Look, my hands hurt so I can't hold the pen at all."

When Li Yi saw it, he knew that he was playing tricks. He rushed over and grabbed his hand and stuffed the pen roughly into his hand.

Then he held his hand with one hand and tried hard.

Lin Zhiwu screamed in pain: "Ah, it hurts, let go, let go..."

Li Yi refused to listen, but instead increased his strength: "Can you hold it now?"

Lin Zhiwu: "...can."

"Write it for me right away." Li Yi let go of Lin Zhiwu's hand.

"Bang!"

The brush slid from Lin Zhiwu's hand and fell on the white paper, drawing an ugly black line.

The pressure suddenly faded, but the pain was still there.

Lin Zhiwu opened his palms, stretched his fingers, then endured the pain, picked up the brush again, and wrote on the paper.

Li Yi was supervising Lin Zhiwu next to him, but as he looked, he got angry again and slapped the table with a palm: "Lin Zhiwu, what do you want to do?

"This word is crooked like an earthworm, who can understand it?

"I warn you not to play tricks, otherwise I will strangle you to death."

Hearing the last sentence, Lin Zhiwu showed a fearful expression and explained tremblingly: "I...I didn't play tricks, my hands hurt too much, and my words couldn't be written well."

"You..." Li Yi was so angry that she wanted to hit someone again.

But the next moment, Li Yi calmed down and said to Lin Zhiwu: "Okay, you don't need to write, you read it, let him write it."

After saying that, Li Yi pointed to the guard next to him: "You can write."

Lin Zhiwu obediently gave up his position and began to recite after Li Yi issued the order.

However, Lin Zhiwu was thinking of a formula that the ancients could not understand...
Chapter completed!