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 dreams..."
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 I can no longer remember the knowledge I thought I had. Now he is not much better than the prisoners here.
"Crack!" Suddenly there was a sound of locks falling in the distance. Many prisoners woke up, and they all looked at Song Xin.
"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 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 prison cell was opened. A tall man and a short, fat officer came in. Seeing that the boy 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 Fatty 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 even if he knows about 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. You can collect a sum from Song Chou first, 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 meet Song Chou. Don't let me know, otherwise I want you to look good, and this will be a shame."
"Yes, yes, I have written down everything my brother said. I am a fat man and I still want to stay in the position 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 "Shengkou".
He didn't know what this meant, and he didn't dare to ask. In this dark night, if he angered them, he couldn't imagine what these two people 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 looking like an executioner. The other, wearing a sheepskin coat and a mustache, 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 while, it will be the witch drinking his own blood...
"Bring it? Is this the prisoner who is going to be beheaded?" The executioner asked when he saw the two officers carrying Song Xin out.
The tall man had already put away his arrogant expression and said with a respectful salute: "That's right, this boy Song Xin, his father escaped from the battle. He was punished and executed according to the law."
The executioner nodded and took a step forward. At this time, the tall man understood the situation and announced loudly: "Song Xin is a criminal, and 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 gave it a slight stroke.
Song Xin was extremely nervous and closed her eyes tightly. When he thought he was going to fall headfirst, he just felt a cold streak 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 beside him. The man smiled and stepped forward. Seeing this, the short fat man turned Song Xin over and placed it on the ground for the man to check.
The man first opened Song Xin's mouth and looked at the teeth. "The age is still right, but his leg is broken, and you have to treat his injuries. I think you are asking for 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. Find a doctor to casually reattach his bones without leaving any traces." He 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 said flatteringly with a smile on his face: "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. 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 few small coins? "
Song Xin finally understood at this time that these bad officials had sold him as a slave. He also arranged an execution in a serious manner, and he really did all the tricks.
In noble families, the only thing with a lower status than domestic slaves and livestock was the children. Even if they were killed casually and fed to dogs, no one would care about them. Although the imperial court issued repeated orders strictly prohibiting the buying and selling of children, by the time the order reached the lower levels, it would often become 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 car?"
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 injustice 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 that someone at such a young age died without even having a taste of a woman..."
Under the dim sky, a lonely car struggled 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. This sound was very abrupt in the dark and deserted wilderness.
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.
The steward was taking a nap against the car, as if he was accustomed to such difficult things and 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 ready."
The old man carried Song Xin on his back and walked into a broken house.
He squeezed 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, I saw 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 and 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. It is also coated with ground herbs, and the numbing sensation is the effect of the herbs.
Looking around, this is an ordinary thatched house. There is also a pigsty in the corner, with two fat pigs sleeping soundly inside. The whole room was filled with their sour smell, but it was much better than the smell in the prison.
"Squeak..." There was a sound on the door, and the 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 was an idiot and said in a flat tone: "Eating 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 hot 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 young? 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, however, had nothing to do with him. He suppressed his shame and anger and cleaned 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 fake.
"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 with a wooden crutch, 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 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. Everything was so real that he couldn't help but believe it. However, this time-travel experience is really not that good.
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 imagined 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. It's a pity that he got nothing except this thin body.
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.
