When Ye Wumian just moved his hands and feet, he pulled the iron chain, causing a "dinging, clanking" sound.
Hearing a sound at the door, the old woman who specially helped him go to the toilet came in, carrying a bucket of excrement.
Ye Wumian hurriedly said: "If you don't need to go to the toilet, the old man can leave on his own."
The old woman paused for a moment and was about to turn around and walk away when Ye Wumian asked tentatively: "Old man, can you see if there is something on my back? It hurts me and makes me feel uncomfortable."
The old woman thought for a while, obviously weighing the pros and cons of doing so.
I glanced outside and saw no one outside, so I quickly turned to him, said "Abba, Ababa" several times, and made gestures with my hands for a while.
Only then did Ye Wumian realize that this old woman was mute! I had bathed him several times before, but I didn't even notice it.
He didn't understand sign language, but the old woman's signs were very vivid and he could barely understand her meaning.
She probably said: "I don't have to turn around to look. I already saw it when I was wiping your back. There is a scimitar hooked on your lute bone."
Ye Wumian smiled bitterly. It seemed that the facts were exactly what he had guessed.
After the old woman left, Ye Wumian secretly cried out: "What should I do now?"
Looking around, the cage is dark and gloomy, the door is strong and difficult to break, and the scimitar on the back is hooked into the bones. It makes people unable to use any internal energy, as if they are in an abyss.
This feeling and this scene make me cry when I sing!
Once people are sad, they tend to have random thoughts. In other words, once people have random thoughts, they will intensify their sadness.
He thought of himself, being imprisoned in prison and unable to control himself. From now on, his fate would be completely controlled by others. Not to mention finding out the cause of the master's death, but also seeing the young lady again. Is it still possible in this life?
In "Historical Records: Biography of Li Si", Li Si was about to be cut in half in Xianyang. He asked his son: "If I want to go to Cai Dongmen with Ruofu and lead the yellow dog to chase the cunning rabbit, how can I succeed?" The father and son held each other's hands and cried. .
Ye Wumian's current mood is probably the same as Li Si's, thinking that she may never see Luo Xiangzhu again in this life, and her words that day "I don't want to see him until he comes to hell" turned out to be a prophecy.
My nose felt sore, and a stream of clear tears flowed out directly. I couldn't hold it back anymore, so I started to cry bitterly.
There was a sound of footsteps at the door, and the jailer who brought him food walked to the cell door.
Looking at Ye Wumian, who was crying loudly, the prisoner said sarcastically: "You haven't suffered at all here. Your daily meals are delivered on time, and there are people taking care of your diarrhea. With such treatment, what else do you have to cry about?
This is not grandma’s house, this is not a place for enjoyment, this is Changsha Prison! When you come here, if it's a dragon, you have to coil up, if it's a tiger, you have to lie down for me! "
Ye Wumian ignored him and continued to cry for a while. He cried until his eyes were blurred and it was difficult to see, and then he stopped convulsingly. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in his ears, and his heart jumped suddenly, as if a life-saving straw was suddenly stretched out for him from the mouth of the well.
In what the jailer said just now, he said, "It's a dragon, you have to hold it."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional, and it actually woke him up!
Ye Wumian suddenly thought: "Have I been so injured these days that my memory has been wiped out? I was confused that day and had a strange dream. I dreamed that I was an imprisoned dragon, and on the dragon's bones, there were The knife is still stuck... How similar is the scene in the dream to what it looks like now?"
The cell is the big golden cage in the dream; the hook knife in the lute bone is the knife in the dragon bone in the dream; I took it on behalf of Zhang Daqiu, which corresponds to the one I took on behalf of the Kangjin Demon Dragon after the little dragon swallowed the dragon pill in the dream!
That dream was not a vague dream, but a hint and a guide!
Unfortunately, he almost missed the hint.
After all, people who are in good health can forget about half of their dreams after waking up, let alone sleepless nights when they are seriously injured.
His strange dream was completely forgotten after he woke up. If it hadn't been for the jailer's cold ridicule today, this dream would probably have been forgotten in a corner of his memory.
Recalling this dream, Ye Wuxian followed the clues in his mind, and recalled the "Evil of the Prisoner of the Dragon" mentioned by Qi Lianxiao, the eight-step magic machine in Zhemei Inn.
He thought to himself: "I swallowed the dragon pill in my dream, turned into a dragon from a dragon, and was brutally imprisoned. Doesn't this imply that my catastrophe was the evil that imprisoned the dragon?"
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
Dreams are mysterious and misty, and even most of them are made randomly. However, the prediction itself of "The Evil of the Prisoner of the Dragon" is also very mysterious. But if two mysterious things happen together, it can be correct in many aspects. superior.
This makes me sleepless at night not believing it.
It was precisely because of this that he felt like grasping at straws!
"It was because I was too seriously injured before. In the past few days, I have been living on my last breath and just wanted to have enough food. I actually forgot about the Evil of the Prisoner of the Dragon!
Now that my stomach is full and my energy has regained a little bit, I will remember that Master Qi once gave me a centipede and sent it to me in a sandalwood box, saying that it could cure this evil. I listened to her words and carried the centipede in my arms. I kept feeding one earthworm every day and refused to let go. I never abandoned it. "
He thought: "Where is the centipede now? Come and help me get rid of the evil!"
He looked into his arms habitually.
Wearing only a thin prison uniform, there is nothing but his emaciated body. Where is the sandalwood box containing the centipede?
Even if there is, if he is imprisoned this time, the things in his arms will definitely be searched out by the Jin Yiwei first, so how can he be allowed to carry them in.
While he was anxious, he suddenly realized: "Yes! A few days before this incident, the centipede bit through the box many times and got out. Finally, it hid in my hair and hibernated!"
Thinking of this, he began to feel uneasy again.
It was raining that day, and even though he was wearing a turban and hat, it was inevitable that water would get into his hair. In addition, he was fighting and fighting hard, and his body was shaking around. I wonder if Brother Centipede is still in his hair?
Has it been knocked off?
He quickly called tentatively: "Brother Centipede, Brother Centipede, are you there?"
When he was feeding the centipede before, he never called him "Brother Centipede", but later the centipede bit the sandalwood box many times, and he called him "Brother Centipede" several times.
There is nothing you can do if you shout randomly like this now. If his hands and feet were free and not tied, he would definitely be using his hands to probe his head, so why call him like this.
After shouting a few times, the centipede was not summoned, but the jailer was summoned.
Ye Wumian pretended not to see him, so he just continued calling the centipede. The jailer scolded: "Are you crazy? How can a poisonous centipede be your brother?"
Sleepless Night ignored him again. The jailer said "Hey" and was about to take out the whip from his waist and go into the prison to beat him.
