Mo Jiuye stood up and knocked on the spot above the table corresponding to the iron bump.
He Zhiran could see clearly under the table. He only knocked it a few times, and there was an inconspicuous gap where the iron lump fit the table.
"Knock again."
Mo Jiuye responded and tapped the table again.
"how?"
"Don't move. Just change the place and knock little by little." He Zhiran reminded.
Mo Jiuye continued to tap on the table, not very fast, and asked after every three taps.
He Zhiran stared at Tie Liaoda closely.
"Don't move. It should be right here. Just keep knocking."
She saw with her own eyes that the separation between the iron knot and the tabletop became a little larger.
Mo Jiuye knocked on that position again, three times, and three more times...
The iron knot broke away from the table little by little, and what extended out was an iron rod with a thick wrist.
There was a button on the iron rod, and He Zhiran pressed it tentatively.
There was only a muffled sound in the silent room, and the untouched bookshelf slowly moved to both sides.
As the bookshelf moved away, a pungent smell instantly spread...
Mo Jiuye took the flashlight from He Zhiran's hand and walked into the entrance first.
This is a small room with few furnishings around it and a bed in the corner.
There was a person lying on the bed. If you couldn't see the rise and fall of his chest, it would be easy to mistake him for a dead person.
Mo Jiuye asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Mo Xiuyan thought those people were here to humiliate him again, so he closed his eyes after hearing the noise.
He is now a disabled man, and even asking for death is a luxury.
He no longer knew how long he had been locked up in this dark room. Every time those people came in, apart from giving him some food and water, they would always humiliate him.
Mo Xiuyan was used to this kind of thing. He just hoped that those people would be more harsh when torturing him, so that he could be freed as soon as possible.
Hearing this voice, he felt an inexplicable feeling of familiarity in his heart.
But he never expected that it would be his ninth brother. He just thought that he missed his family too much and had hallucinations.
His reason quickly defeated his heart. This must be a newcomer. Hearing this voice for the first time was just a bit unfamiliar.
Therefore, Mo Xiuyan did not answer, but continued to close his eyes, waiting for the next possible torture.
However, he waited for a long time, but what was supposed to come did not come.
Mo Jiuye pulled He Zhiran to his bedside.
The flashlight's bright light made Mo Xiuyan have to open his eyes.
Mo Xiuyan hadn't seen light in several years, and he could only squint under the bright light of the flashlight.
Years of torture have made Mo Xiuyan no longer what he once was. In Mo Jiuye's eyes, the man in front of him had messy hair and a lot of unknown things stuck to his messy beard.
His eye sockets were sunken and his forehead bones were protruding. If he hadn't still had breath, he would have looked like a mummy.
Despite this, Mo Jiuye still saw the general features of this person.
He asked tentatively: "Are you the fourth brother?"
As he spoke, he had already noticed that the fourth brother could not open his eyes due to the strong light, and he had pointed the flashlight elsewhere.
If Mo Xiuyan felt that the voice he heard was an illusion, Mo Jiuye had already called Fourth Brother at this moment, and it was impossible for him to feel that it was unreal anymore.
"Ninth brother, are you really the ninth brother?"
Mo Jiuye's call just now was also meant to be a test. After all, Mo Xiuyan's appearance was very different from what he remembered.
He is obviously only a man of about thirty years old, but he looks like an old man.
He Zhiran could feel that Mo Jiuye's body was shaking at the moment.
I saw him squatting in front of the bed, touching Mo Xiuyan with trembling hands.
Mo Xiuyan's body instinctively wanted to hide, but he was unable to do so.
"Ninth brother, don't... don't touch me, I'm dirty."
Indeed, the clothes Mo Xiuyan was wearing were in disrepair, looked dirty and stained with a lot of unknown dirt.
Mo Jiuye wouldn't mind it at all and continued what he was doing.
The moment he touched Mo Xiuyan's body, his heart was bleeding.
"Fourth brother, why are you so thin?"
Just looking at Mo Xiuyan, he looked haggard, but now he had a real feeling, which was simply unacceptable to Mo Jiuye.
Mo Xiuyan tried his best to smile: "The fact that I am alive now is already a gift from God."
This was not the time to inquire carefully about Mo Xiuyan's experience. He Zhiran reminded: "Husband, let me check the fourth brother's body first."
While talking, she also came to the bedside.
Hearing the sound of "husband", Mo Xiuyan knew without thinking that the woman who spoke was his younger brother and sister-in-law.
How could he ask his nine younger siblings to help check his body when it was so dirty?
Mo Xiuyan said quickly: "Brother and sister, fourth brother will tell you."
After a pause, Mo Xiuyan said feebly: "My legs were broken and my hand tendon was broken, but everything else is fine."
Everything else is okay?
How can such a thin body be compared with the word 'not bad'?
He Zhiran has been here for more than half a year and can fully understand the thoughts of the ancients.
Especially between the eldest brother and his younger siblings, there is a kind of avoidance of suspicion.
Mo Xiuyan's current situation is not as simple as he said. If he wants to further check him, he will need advanced medical equipment from space.
Therefore, He Zhiran did not force himself to check Mo Xiuyan.
She planned to wait until the two brothers chatted for a while before injecting Mo Xiuyan with a sedative to put him into a coma before bringing him into space.
Whether it was to help him check his body or to leave here, Mo Xiuyan had to enter the space.
Mo Xiuyan's tense nerves relaxed a little when he saw that his nine siblings made no further movements.
He laughed a few times in a self-deprecating way, and then said: "Fourth Brother, I am a disabled person now, and I am very satisfied to be able to see my family while I am alive.
As for my health, it must be impossible to cure it even in the lifetime of Daluo Immortal. "
By the light of the flashlight, He Zhiran could see that there was a sad disappointment in Mo Xiuyan's eyes.
Whoever it was, being locked in such a dark room, probably thinking about when death would come every day.
"Fourth brother, believe me, I will definitely find a way to cure you."
Hearing what his wife said, Mo Jiuye couldn't help but ask, "Ran Ran, can you really cure the fourth brother's health?"
He knew that his wife was highly skilled in medicine, but the fourth brother's condition was not an ordinary illness.
There is indeed a chance to reconnect a broken leg, but of course, this is only probabilistic.
The fourth brother has been missing for many years, so he must have been injured in his leg for a long time. Let’s not say whether the injury is serious or not, but these days, he has not heard of anyone who can cure it.
The fourth brother also had his hand tendon broken, which Mo Jiuye knew could not be cured.
