Chapter 403: A body with leakage from the sky, a very bad start

Author: Fu Lv

In the dark water prison, the sticky and damp ground was mixed with fishy blood.

Dark green moss can even be seen in the corners of the walls.

While walking on the ground, Song Lanyi could clearly feel the fierce gaze of a lone wolf in the darkness.

However, as we gradually went deeper into the water prison, these violent and crazy eyes gradually diminished and turned into calm scrutiny.

However, it was this kind of gaze that brought great pressure to Song Lanyi and Zhu Mingshu.

Even the prisoners behind them became cautious in their steps.

As if afraid of waking up the sleeping dragon in the prison.

"Wow!"

The iron rope shuddered.

The jailer pushed Song Lanyi from the back and pushed him directly into the cell.

Zhu Mingshu's eyes turned cold, and when she turned her head, she found that the jailer strode away as if he had seen a ghost. After walking a certain distance, he even ran away directly.

This posture is so embarrassing.

Zhu Mingshu squinted her eyes slightly and saw her sister frowning slightly, leaning against the wall, her face slightly flushed.

Her thoughts were suddenly pulled back, and she dragged her broken and tired body to Song Lanyi, and took out a steamed bun that was so hard that it was cracked from her sleeve.

Song Lanyi opened her eyelids and seemed to be able to feel that the life essence in her body was rapidly draining away.

The high fever was only secondary. The hidden injuries she suffered during her long journey were the real fatal factor.

Come to think of it, without her intervention, the real Zhu Chan would have died of illness long ago.

but……

Song Lanyi said that treating diseases...she is the most familiar with it.

Seeing the steamed bun on her lips, Song Lanyi took her last breath and broke the steamed bun into two halves, one big and one small.

The older one is for my sister and the younger one is for me.

Zhu Mingshu's eyes were hot, and she couldn't help but snatch the steamed bun from Song Lanyi's hand, and stuffed the big piece into Song Lanyi's mouth.

She also didn't dislike Song Lanyi's messy hair, which was as messy as dry grass. She gently combed the tangled and greasy hair with her fingers and said warmly, "Sister, you're not hungry. A-chan, eat more."

As soon as the steamed bun entered her mouth, Song Lanyi's teeth almost broke.

An indescribable taste spread between the lips.

It's sour and astringent.

Worse than weeds.

But Song Lanyi didn't dislike it at all.

She endured the pain in her throat and swallowed the steamed buns in small bites. This swallowing action was tantamount to execution for her.

But she seemed to eat it very deliciously.

Gudong.

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of swallowing saliva.

Zhu Mingshu was stunned, her lips slightly opened.

The next moment, Song Lanyi stuffed the steamed buns on hand into Zhu Mingshu's mouth.

Zhu Mingshu was angry and distressed.

She ate most of the remaining food.

You know, Achan is still ill!

She rarely felt regretful, and even wanted to spit out the steamed buns in her mouth.

Song Lanyi felt her thoughts and her scalp almost exploded.

"Sister, you can eat it, my throat hurts."

Before Zhu Mingshu could say anything, the strange voice sounded again in the darkness.

"Hmph. Hypocritical. It would be nice to eat some. If you two little girls don't want to eat these steamed buns, you might as well give them to me."

Following the voice, looking sideways, Song Lanyi's eyes were covered with the remaining talent.

I saw an old man with an unshaven beard, his hands and feet were shackled, and his exposed skin was gray and looked like rotten mud.

The old man slumped in the corner like a dead corpse. If his chest hadn't been rising slightly, Song Lanyi would have even thought he was a dead man.

Zhu Mingshu obviously also saw the old man, but she couldn't focus on arguing. She just withdrew her eyes, hugged Song Lanyi a little tighter again, and patted Song Lanyi's back, as if coaxing a child, to coax her to sleep.

Although the smell was not very good, Song Lanyi felt a sense of security that she had not seen for a long time.

A quiet and warm atmosphere flows between the two sisters.

At this time again, that inappropriate voice sounded.

"She ate that little half of the steamed bun, so she might as well give it to me." The old man over there turned over and continued, "Anyway, she can't survive more than seven days."

Whoosh!

Zhu Mingshu, who had always looked exhausted, burst out at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye and appeared on the edge of the cage.

Her eyes were fixed on the old man and she said word by word, "What did you say?"

The old man chuckled lightly, "Isn't it? Her internal organs were injured. Although it is not a terminal illness that cannot be cured by medicine, but in the current situation, no one knows how to treat, and there are no herbs. Even if you have great power, how can you do it?

Can you win the destiny?"

After hearing these words, Zhu Mingshu pinched her palm tightly with her fingertips, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

Ever since they were young, she and her sister had grown up in a deep palace, and could only cling to each other for warmth and licking their wounds like two lonely beasts.

If my sister is gone...

Zhu Mingshu's eyes were filled with ink, as if they were like the deep sea before a storm.

When Song Lanyi heard this, she smiled and asked only one question, "Old sir, do you believe in fate?"

This time it was the old man's turn to be stunned. He scratched his hair and then said with a smile, "Believe in fate. How can you not believe in it? After experiencing a lot, sometimes you understand that some things should be yours and always yours."

It shouldn’t be yours, no matter how hard you force it, it won’t be yours.”

Song Lanyi heard this and sighed.

This is the calm state of mind accumulated from countless experiences.

However, she shook her head, "To put it this way, I haven't experienced much."

Therefore, she does not believe in destiny.

She wants to fix her life!

The old man sneered, shook his head, and closed his eyes.

I thought there would be something novel about these people who entered the water prison, but they turned out to be just like spoiled little girls, full of passion, which was too naive.

Destiny...

Even he couldn't resist this kind of thing.

Forget it, we will know the outcome in a few days anyway.

The old man is used to separation between life and death.

Just after he closed his eyes for a moment, the old man suddenly frowned, as if he noticed something was wrong.

There seems to be traces of talent surging in the air.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened his eyes.

It was discovered that the fluctuation came from Song Lanyi.

Her face was pale and she was sweating profusely. She had been mobilizing her talents for most of the day. Instead of bringing any talents into her body, most of her talents still leaked out.

Seeing this, the old man sighed softly, "Why bother struggling? You are a person with a weak body and extremely poor bones. There is almost no possibility of enlightenment. And at your age, you have not been able to start the path of cultivation. How can you do it here?

How about starting cultivation and resurrecting the dead in just a few days?"

Song Lanyi glanced at him but didn't speak.

Why doesn't she know this truth?

However, if one of the three thousand great avenues escapes, the world will be ups and downs, and there must be a glimmer of hope.

And this glimmer of hope lies in...
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