The hand holding the jade ring was also trembling, and the palm of his hand was already covered with sweat. The cold jade ring sent out waves of chill, making Song Xin shiver.

"It turns out that the abyss, that sound...are not a dream..."

Everything he experienced after traveling to this world completely subverted all his previous understandings.

What hit him even more was that modern people's sense of superiority was instantly shattered. In this strange environment, he was not as adaptable as those dirty prisoners.

Without the Internet, computers and mobile phones, it seems that he can no longer remember the knowledge he thought he had. Now, he is not much better than the prisoners here.

"Crack!" Suddenly there was a sound of locks being locked in the distance. Many prisoners woke up, and they all looked at Song Xin in unison.

"Song Xin, get up and hit the road!"

"Oh, I didn't expect to find the darkest time to send someone off. It's really poisonous." The prisoners looked at Song Xin who was in a daze and murmured in a low voice.

"Shh, shut up! You don't want your life!" someone immediately reminded in a low voice.

But Song Xin didn't hear these comments at all. At this time, his attention was all on the jade ring, which he couldn't shake off even if he wanted to, as if it was stuck to the palm of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the lock of the cell was opened. A tall man and a short and fat police officer walked in. Seeing that the young man on the ground was still in a daze, the fat man sneered and slapped him.

"Why are you dazed! Get up!"

Song Xin was startled awake by the sudden slap. He looked at his hand at a loss, but was surprised to find that the jade ring that was originally in the palm of his hand had disappeared without a trace.

"His legs are broken, how can he get up? Just carry him out." The tall police officer had an expressionless face, as if he was already used to sending people off with his own hands.

When the fat man saw Song Xin still looking like this, he just said that he was frightened. He grabbed Song Xin's arm and lifted him up.

"Hey, brat, don't be afraid."

He cursed and put Song Xin on his shoulders, and deliberately used his fat palms to pinch the injured part of his leg. Song Xin only felt a heartbreaking pain, his arms suddenly became weak, and he almost fainted.

The three of them walked through the dark corridor of the prison, and the short fat man asked in a low voice: "Brother, you said you won't let Song Chou know about this, right?"

The tall officer glared at him fiercely, "This is a baby bought by the Wei family. How dare Song Chou say anything after knowing it!"

The fat on the short fat man's face was squeezed into a ball, and he said with a smile: "Hey, brother, you are still smart, first collect a sum from Song Chou, and then get a sum from the Wei family. I can't think of this idea.

come out."

The tall police officer narrowed his eyes and slapped the short fat man on the back of the head. "I told you what to say when you see Song Chou. Don't let me know, otherwise I want you to look good. This is going to make you lose your head."

matter."

"Yes, yes, I have written down everything my brother said. I am a fat man and I still want to stay in charge for a few more years."

Song Xin, who was behind the fat man, was almost fainted from the pain, but he still heard a few words intermittently, "Wei family" and "生口".

He didn't know what this meant, and he didn't dare to ask. If he provoked them in this dark night, he couldn't imagine what they would do to him.

The two men carried Song Xin to the execution ground outside the prison, but there were only two people there, one looked like an executioner. The other was wearing a sheepskin coat and a mustache, and was talking to the executioner.

Song Xin looked at the ghost-headed knife lying in the executioner's arms, like a loyal concubine. Maybe after a moment, it would be a witch drinking his own blood...

"Bring it? Is this the prisoner who is going to be beheaded?" the executioner

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When the executioner saw two officers carrying Song Xin out, he asked.

The tall man had already put away his arrogant expression and said with a respectful salute: "Exactly, this boy Song Xin. His father escaped from the battle. He was punished by being seated and executed according to the law."

The executioner nodded and took a step forward. At this time, the tall man understood what he was thinking and announced loudly: "Song Xin is a criminal. His father escaped from the battle. According to the law, he will be executed immediately."

The executioner chuckled, then put the knife on Song Xin's neck and slashed lightly.

Song Xin was so nervous that he closed his eyes tightly. When he thought he was about to fall headfirst, he just felt a cold feeling on his neck. He turned his head in surprise and found that his head was still there.

At this time, the executioner put away his knife and gave a slight signal to the man wearing a sheepskin coat next to him. The man smiled and stepped forward. Seeing this, the short fat man turned Song Xin over and put it on the ground for the man to check.

The man first opened Song Xin's mouth and looked at his teeth. "He's still the right age, but his leg is broken, and you still have to treat his injuries. I think you want too much."

The executioner was a little displeased and argued: "Steward Wei, if the higher ups find out about this business of selling mouths, I will lose my head. Besides, this guy is young, so I can find a doctor to casually reattach his bones and he won't die."

I can run and jump in three months."

Manager Wei snorted and said no more, "If it weren't for the difficulty of finding a living person now, I wouldn't have the trouble to come to you and buy a death row prisoner."

The tall officer, with a smile on his face, said flatteringly: "Manager Wei, I heard that the Wei family has bought a lot of babies recently, and they can't be found anywhere nearby. The price is really not much, and this guy is in good health. He wants to

Otherwise, he would have died a long time ago after being punished. After all, the Wei family is such a big family, do they still care about these small coins?"

Song Xin finally understood at this time that these bad officials had sold him as a slave and even arranged an execution in a serious manner. He had really done all the tricks.

In a noble family, the one with a lower status than domestic slaves and livestock was the baby. Even if they were killed casually and fed to dogs, no one would care about it. Although the imperial court repeatedly issued orders strictly prohibiting the sale and purchase of babies, this decree often turned into

It's a piece of waste paper. Even if you are caught, you will be fined.

Steward Wei patted the dust on his hands and said, "Okay, even though I'm very sick, let's leave it like that. Anyway, I won't live long after I get there."

The executioner smiled at this moment and ordered the short fat man: "Why don't you help the steward load the truck?"

The short fat man responded, happily carried Song Xin on his back and walked outside. Steward Wei took out a small bag of money, threw it to them, and left with Song Xin.

The executioner told the two officials: "The three of us have our heads in our belts, we are good at tricks, and we keep our mouths shut."

The tall man chuckled, took out a handful of incense from his sleeve, lit it, and walked around the execution ground while mechanically repeating: "Song Xin, let's go. Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Don't blame me until you die. You're a ghost."

Don't seek bad luck with me, and don't seek revenge from me in your next life." The voice was just loud enough for people nearby to hear it clearly.

The prisoners who were still in the prison at this time all lowered their heads silently when they heard this voice, still feeling a little uncomfortable in their hearts.

Many people sighed, "It is really unjust for a young man to die without even having a taste of a woman..."

Under the dim sky, a car struggled alone on the muddy road. The white breath of the horse and the driver's constant whipping and scolding could not make the car go faster. The sound was very loud in the dark and deserted wilderness.

unexpected.

Song Xin, who was lying in the car, looked at the sky blankly. There was no star, and the moon didn't know where it was hidden. It was as if he was out of tune with the world, and even the stars and the moon didn't want to see him.

Manager Wei was taking a nap while leaning on the car, as if he was worried about this difficult situation.

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They were so used to it that they had no intention of getting out of the car to help. Finally, when the white fish belly appeared in the east, they came to the outside of a small village.

A thin old man saw them from a distance and immediately came up to them.

"Guan Wei, is this the boy?"

"Treat his injuries, and I'll pick him up when he's done."

The old man carried Song Xin on his back and walked into a dilapidated house.

He pinched Song Xin's leg and curled his lips, "The bone has been broken for a while, and he may be lame."

"Just pick it up, as long as you can walk."

The old man's method of setting bones was very rough, and Song Xin fainted from the pain several times.

When I woke up again, there was a thatched roof that had become moldy and black above my head. There was a spider web in the corner of the house with many small dried insects on it. A long-legged spider was squatting not far away, motionless, waiting for more prey.

Get into the net yourself.

Waves of numbness, accompanied by a dull pain, came from his legs. He struggled and looked up, and found that his legs had been fixed by wooden branches at some point. They were also coated with ground herbs. The numbness was the effect of the herbs.

.

Looking around, this is an ordinary thatched house. There is also a pigsty in the corner, and two fat pigs are sleeping soundly inside. The whole house is filled with their sour smell, but it is better than the smell in a prison.

But it's much better.

"Squeak..." There was a knock on the door, and a little old man walked in carrying a bowl of steaming corn porridge.

"Eat it and grow bones."

"Thank you, where am I? Do you have any beef?" Song Xin asked casually.

The old man looked at him as if he were an idiot and said in a flat tone: "Eat beef? Is your dog's head worth more than a farm cow?"

Just as Song Xin was about to raise his hand to take the porridge, Old Man Li suddenly laughed and the bowl in his hand hit his leg with a clatter.

"Ah!" The boiling porridge was poured on the wound, causing a heartbreaking pain.

"You!?" Song Xin looked at Old Man Li angrily.

"How dare you even think about eating meat when you're still a baby? Hmm, just lick the porridge yourself. If it hadn't been for the order from Steward Wei, I wouldn't have served you!" Old Man Li snorted, turned around and left.

Song Xin had no choice but to hold back his shame and anger and clean his wounds.

In the next few days, Song Xin tried to find the jade ring countless times, but found nothing. It seemed as if it had disappeared out of thin air. But that sound, the feeling of falling into the abyss, and the huge sense of oppression in the silence,

It is still fresh in his memory, and it cannot be false.

"Did it get lost on the road or thrown into prison?"

The strange thing is that after a few days, Song Xin was able to walk on the wooden crutches, but with a slight limp. During this period, although Old Man Li never gave him a good look, Song Xin still heard the basic situation here. He

Gradually I understood when this was, the eleventh year of Jian'an in the Eastern Han Dynasty...

He didn't doubt that he had traveled through time. It was all so real that he couldn't help but believe it. However, the experience of traveling through time was really not that great.

Not only did he travel through time to this skinny child, he also had serious injuries on his legs, making it impossible to escape.

"It's a pity that there is no system..." Song Xin has also fantasized in the past few days that he can get a golden finger like the protagonist in the novel and immediately become a winner in life. Unfortunately, except for this thin body, he got nothing.

Song Xin laughed at himself and shook his head. The so-called counterattack after rebirth is just a dream spun by capital...

A few days later, the broken door of the hut was pushed open again, and the health steward walked in.
Chapter completed!