Going to the dungeon is not easy. You have to put on special glasses and even put things in your ears, so your sight and hearing are lost.
Song Xiang was supported by someone and could only remember the location in his mind.
At the end, she was carried in.
The glasses were removed and the things on the ears were removed.
She squinted her eyes and scanned her surroundings.
It was pitch black, and there was a smell of moisture in the air. The door was raised higher, and when you looked down, you could vaguely see a figure.
The guard pushed her, "Hurry up, stop the ink stains!"
Song Xiang stabilized his body, walked down the steps, and finally saw the person lying in the dark corner.
"Brother Shiheng!"
Gong Shiheng was lying on the rusty iron bed, his clothes were half dry and half wet, his face was unusually red, and he looked like he had a fever.
Song Xiang was frightened when he saw it, and immediately took off his coat and wrapped him up.
Gong Shiheng reluctantly opened his eyes, "Song Xiang?"
"It's me!"
"Where is this?"
Song Xiang shook his head, not caring about the difference between men and women for a moment, holding Gong Shiheng's hand and exhaling continuously.
"How are you?"
Gong Shiheng closed his eyes, "Don't worry, I just have a slight fever, it's not a big problem."
He said it lightly, but Song Xiang knew that the problem was serious.
A person who was usually as good as gold and jade was so implicated by her that the blood that came out of the corner of his mouth dried up.
"sorry……"
She leaned forward and whispered in Gong Shiheng's ear.
Gong Shiheng held her hand instead, keeping his lips still and speaking in a low voice, "What did you plan with her?"
Song Xiang was startled, but she didn't expect that he would notice it.
She moved her hands, and hesitation flashed through her mind. If Gong Shiheng's current body was slightly different, something big might really happen.
Just as she was thinking about it, Gong Shiheng turned his face and said in her ear: "Don't be afraid, I won't die."
As he spoke, he held her hand, his palm cold but conveying silent encouragement.
Song Xiang responded, the two of them came together, crushed the tiny things between their fingers, and smeared them on each other's palms.
She raised her body and scanned the nearly two centimeters wide sewer in the corner, her eyes moving slightly.
"By putting this person here, do you want to force him to death? Get him some medicine and some clothes!"
There were two strong men standing on top. When they heard her words, they laughed mockingly.
"This girl has a bad brain." One of them looked at Song Xiang and said, "Do you think this is your back garden? If he can resist, he will resist. If he can't bear it, he will go to the edge of the island and set him on fire!"
island?
Song Xiang didn't show anything on his face, he stood up angrily and cursed loudly: "Who are you! Do you know who he is! If something happens to him, you won't even be able to bury him with him!"
Unexpectedly, she suddenly changed her face. The man looked at each other, cursed at the same time, and walked down the steps.
"Female cousin! You really treat yourself like a green onion!"
The other party was very aggressive and greeted Song Xiang in the face.
A slap in the face!
Song Xiang felt a ringing in her ears and fell down beside Gong Shiheng's bed.
"Song Xiang!" Gong Shiheng stood up.
The man was still cursing and was about to turn around. Unexpectedly, Song Xiang, who was sitting down, suddenly grabbed his clothes and dared to scold him, "You bastard, you dare to hit me!"
"Damn it, this bitch is looking for death!"
The man became angry and knew that as long as he didn't beat her to death, he would be fine no matter how he beat her.
He raised his hand, made a fist directly, and greeted Song Xiang in the face.
thumping!
"Song Xiang!"
It hurts, it hurts terribly.
Song Xiang was thrown against the wall and spit out a mouthful of blood foam, which happened to be in the gap of the sewer mouth.