Holding the legs of the table with her fingers, Jing Che used the strength to stand up, but her body was obviously still weak. She stared at Si Ming blankly, trying to find some flaws in his cold face, but there was no one.
She finally took a step back, with a sad smile on her face, and her voice contained the unique youthful and soft charm of a girl: "Thank you, I understand."
After being sent back to the prison by the jailer, Jing Che remained as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened. He helped Hua Ruyan and gave her water.
Lightly and skillfully, it was extremely easy to get this pot of water, and there was no blood in the process.
"Xiao Shiba," Hua Ruyan gradually regained some consciousness. The heat in her body faded a little, but she was still weak. She saw the pool of blood on the ground and vaguely knew what had happened. She just held Jing Che's hand tremblingly.
As if holding the last bit of warmth in the world, "You are so kind."
Jing Che's face was calm and he didn't say a word. He poured her another glass of water, turned around and wrapped himself back in the quilt.
In the darkness, the dead jailer had been dragged away, but the strong blood on the ground still remained. Jing Che couldn't smell it, but knew that they were like a densely woven invisible trap, trapping her in it.
Once she steps in, there's no way she can get out.
She never thought that her first murder would happen under such circumstances. She was caught off guard, but it happened as a matter of course. Her so-called ridiculous persistence has collapsed step by step, and the only thing left is to support herself and not obey.
Xiao Jin.
But even she herself is not sure how long she can last in this place.
"Xiao Shiba." Hua Ruyan spoke in the darkness, her voice sounding muffled under the quilt.
Although Jing Che didn't answer, Hua Ruyan also knew that she hadn't slept. She was used to Jing Che's indifferent attitude, and it was even colder when she first arrived. She often sat alone in the corner all night, regardless of Hua Ruyan.
No matter what I wanted to say to her, she was indifferent.
"Xiao Shiba, here, we are the only ones dependent on each other."
After being silent for a long time, Jing Che finally spoke and answered with only one word: "Yeah."
But with a strange kind of certainty and trust.
"Xiao Shiba, I don't know your name yet." There was a rustling sound of quilt turning in the darkness, Hua Ruyan turned around, it seemed that the fever had gone away.
The two girls were lying face to face. Jing Che lowered his eyes and didn't know where to stare: "I don't have a name, just call me Shiba."
Her name was given by her master. She once thought it had some profound meaning and pestered him to force him to say it. He just pulled his lips and said it in an unceremonious manner, because when he named her, he happened to see the rising sun and the heaven and earth.
The scenery was washed away by the gushing red and became extremely clear, so I casually named it.
The rising sun rose and fell like the setting sun, and the innocent girl now had blood on her hands and a crime on her body. She didn't deserve to use this name anymore, and she didn't want this name to be tarnished in this place.
"Okay, Xiao Shiba," Hua Ruyan called her eloquently, "you know, my name was given to me by my brother. He said that when I was born, the whole city was blooming.
"
"What about your brother?"
"There was a severe drought in the south. In order to survive, he sold me to the landlord as a child bride."
"Do you hate him?"
"I used to hate it to the core, but I don't hate it anymore. In this troubled world, everyone lives like an ant and has no time to take care of themselves, so why should we be so noble?" Hua Ruyan's tone was calm and sad, "At that time, I just had
It took too much persistence to get to this point."
"Persist?" Jing Che muttered and repeated the word. She had hardly experienced troubled times and had been raised under the wings of Baili Fengjian. She still had many princess problems that she had not yet shed, such as mysophobia and stubbornness.
She may even be self-righteous and self-righteous. She insists on too many things, and in the end she traps herself in a cage she has set up, from which she cannot escape.
Hua Ruyan continued: "Xiao Shiba, if I had realized this that night, then maybe I would have lived a completely different life, living the life of a young prostitute in the high gate compound.
Wearing gold and silver, enjoying glory and wealth. But at that time, I would rather die than surrender, and I couldn't bear the blasphemy. One night, I killed the landlord and escaped. I was caught by the government and was hanged. However, by some strange combination of circumstances, I was spotted by someone from the Shura Field and sent to prison.
Got in here."
Hua Ruyan kept talking, while Jingche listened silently.
"When I first came in, I thought I would never be able to go out again, and I would give up on myself just like you now. But then I heard that there was a chance to go out, so I tried hard to survive."
"Can we go out?" The dim light in Jing Che's eyes finally became a little brighter.
"Two hundred people will enter the Shura field every year, and only ten will leave in the end. They will be organized into the Hidden Word Army and can go out to perform tasks."
"Ten of the two hundred people survived..." Jing Che chewed this sentence over and over again. What flashed across his eyes were the flashes of swords and the various ferocious expressions on each person's face.
This cruel elimination destroyed not only the bodies and flesh of the dead, but also the humanity of the living.
"Xiao Shiba, if we really go out one day, I must go and see the flowers blooming all over the city." Hua Ruyan began to look forward to it.
"Flowers are blooming... I have seen the whole hillside covered with white horse bones. There is a pavilion on that hillside. There are two people sitting in the pavilion, maybe a master and a disciple. The master is drinking and the disciple is laughing."
Hua Ruyan said in a low voice: "These are all very beautiful."
Jing Che seemed to be crazy and repeated: "These are all very beautiful."
The voice gradually became quieter, and both of them fell asleep unconsciously.
In the past two months, Jing Che had never slept as deeply as she did tonight. She had a brief dream, in which she returned to Yunqin Peak, where the white horse bones and swaying snow-white petals were crystal clear in the sunlight.
It was still the same pavilion. There was a pot of wine on the stone table in the pavilion. It had just been opened and the aroma of wine was overflowing. But Jingche kept running and shouting. But no one could be found. She was surrounded by the white mountains and plains.
Here, it was as shocking as a funeral.
***
Time has passed by for half a year, and for the people in Shura Field, there is no difference between day and night here, only a strictly prescribed routine. Day after day, the bloodthirsty of the blade becomes more and more intense.
It is long, boring, torturous and painful.
The two hundred people in the Shura Field at the beginning were reduced to fifty. Jing Che started to tremble when he picked up the sword and threw it back. Later, he felt numb when he swung the sword up and down, and he couldn't remember how many people he had killed.
She has integrated into this life of annihilation of humanity and can only depend on Hua Ruyan for life. Xiao Jin and Fu Ye have never come to see her since that day. They seem to be extremely confident. Sooner or later, Jing Che will collapse here.
.But Jingche becomes more and more powerful and invincible. She only has one belief in her heart: to become the ten surviving people among these two hundred people, then one day she can get out.
One evening, while Hua Ruyan was bandaging Jingche's wounds, the big lock at the cell door suddenly rang and someone walked in.
Slowly putting back their clothes, the two turned around and saw Si Ming standing at the door.
"Congratulations." Si Ming said expressionlessly.
Jing Che and Hua Ruyan looked at each other, wondering what he was talking about.
"From today onwards, you will become the reserve Hidden Word Army, enter the military camp of Shura Field, and receive unique training."
The two of them held their hands tightly, not sure whether they were excited or trembling. They were one step closer to seeing the light of day again, but this meant that they had to kill more people.
Si Ming brought all the people who had become the Preparatory Hidden Word Army to the military camp, where there was already a queue of soldiers waiting. There were no more or less people in the two rows, standing opposite each other.
Si Ming walked slowly through the empty space between the two rows of people with his hands behind his back and said loudly: "The person in front of you will become your master and supervise your training until you become an official Hidden Word Army."
"Although here, whoever is stronger is greater, and you can even kill your master to replace him in the future, but for now, you still have to have the proper etiquette. Now, kowtow three times and become your master."
Everyone heard the order, obeyed and knelt down to kowtow without hesitation.
Only Jingche stood there without making any movement, staring straight at the sturdy warrior opposite.
Si Ming stood there separated by two or three people, not in a hurry, watching how Jing Che would end it.
The man opposite was already a little angry: "Why don't you kneel down to me?"
"I don't want to be a disciple." She tightened her words and only uttered three words.
Hua Ruyan beside her was already anxious and tugged on Jing Che's trousers: "Xiao Shiba, kneel down quickly."
"I don't want to be a disciple." Jing Che continued to insist, his eyes sharp.
The man stepped forward, violently pulled Jingche's hair, held her head down, and at the same time kicked her knees with his toes, forcing her to kneel down.
Jing Che knew he couldn't cause trouble here, so he let the fists hit his head and face, holding back and not struggling but not compromising no matter what.
Seeing the person being knocked to the ground and curled up into a ball, Si Ming finally stopped him: "Okay."
He walked over, and Jing Che stood up unsteadily. His forehead was bruised and bleeding, the corners of his mouth were black and blue, and his thin face was stained with blood.
Even though she was so embarrassed, she still said coldly: "I don't want to be a disciple."
"Come with me," Si Ming said, raising his voice and saying to everyone, "The rest of you will disperse first."
Jing Che clenched his fists and followed Si Ming until he entered an empty rock cave.
"Why don't you become a disciple?"
"No reason."
She has only one master, and there will always be only one.
"You are very promising, but I have to remind you that here, whoever is strong has the right to speak."
Jing Che stared at Si Ming warily and warily.
"If you can beat me ten times, I will allow you not to become a disciple."