The jailer was about to commit violence when he stumbled and suddenly remembered Liu Feng's order a few days ago.
On that day, Liu Feng pointed at Ye Wumian and said firmly that this person was the one wanted by the Nanjing Jinyi Guards. He should not inflict physical pain like other prisoners, but should take good care of him and help him recover.
The jailer knew it clearly at that time, and thought to himself: "Although Liu Feng is not an official of our Changsha Prison, but the chief of my Changsha Prison, he has to sell him three thin noodles. If I offend him, I will be a shameless person." Losing one's nationality is a small matter, but causing an unreasonable disaster and losing one's life is a big deal."
Naturally, he did not dare to disobey Liu Feng.
Ever since I received the warning, I have taken it to heart and always delivered meals on time and in proper quantities, and even arranged for an old woman to take care of the cleaning.
After so many days of being cautious, how can I care about this moment?
The jailer had no choice but to give up his intention of taking action, but he also wanted to ask for some advantages and cursed: "You piece of shit, if the people from Jinyiwei hadn't wanted you, I would have locked up the most ruthless prison bully with you." Here, let you enjoy it!"
After scolding, he calmed down his anger slightly and spat again.
He stretched out his hand and shook the movable wooden door above the cell door, blocking Ye Wumian's shouting voice inside. He simply turned around and left without listening or bothering.
Being scolded all night without sleep didn't really arouse his mood.
Seeing the jailer leaving, he felt very happy. He called Centipede louder and shook his head again. Finally, he even tilted his neck and rubbed his head against the iron locks that bound his hands.
Looking at him from other people's perspective, he was really crazy at the moment.
Without a few Xinglin sages to consult together, it is impossible to cure the disease.
But it can also be useful. If the centipede was still on his head, he would be awakened by such a big movement.
And if you don't do this, you can't wake up the centipede.
When he was imprisoned this time, his turban had long been taken off, leaving him with a mess of hair, long and deep, growing like weeds. It's really hard to find a small centipede without doing anything.
Fortunately, today's prisons do not cut off the hair of newly arrived prisoners, as they did in later generations. Otherwise, even if the centipede survives extreme conditions such as rain and fighting, it will still be found and thrown away when the prisoner shaves its head for Nightless Night.
Nowadays, even a bird can live and work peacefully in this tangle of hair, and a centipede has a lot to do if it wants to lurk in it.
Ye Wumian called for about half an hour, and his head was almost dizzy, but no centipede came down.
"Could it be that my centipede brother has really been accidentally knocked over?!"
This time, I really want to drive him crazy!
Brother Centipede is his only hope. Even if the theory of "the evil that imprisoned the dragon" was vague and mysterious, he could only pick the flowers that might exist in the mysterious place.
But now, they don't even give him this hope. Could it be that when God wants to kill someone, he is so decisive? !
Just when I was about to give up after calling to no avail, I felt a numb and itchy feeling coming from my scalp.
After not washing his hair for a long time and living in such a dirty environment, it was common for his scalp to itch. Since he couldn't scratch it with his hands, he often had to endure it.
But this time the itching was different from the past. He clearly felt that something was moving on his head.
Then, there was a rough feeling, all the way down his forehead, and a black and red centipede appeared in front of him, gently probing his nose with its tentacles.
He was so excited that he almost cried!
"It didn't fall, it didn't fall! Brother Centipede is still here, God will never stop me!"
He swallowed a big mouthful of saliva and called softly: "Brother Centipede, don't blame me for disturbing your hibernation! I should have given you earthworms and small snakes to feed you by mouth, but I am being imprisoned at the moment, in a small room Inside, it is difficult to move because of the restraints on my body, and it is difficult to find my wings. I can only ask you to help me out of trouble first, and when I escape, I will find blood and food for you as soon as possible. Amitabha, Amitabha."
He spoke incoherently and even pronounced a few Buddha's names.
The centipede shook its red head from side to side, nodded again, and touched his nose, as if it had just woken up and stared in confusion, wondering what he meant.
Suddenly, as if he saw something, the poisonous insect quickly climbed down from his face, all the way down his body, and reached the ground in just a few breaths.
Only then did Ye Wumian see clearly with the help of the weak light. The centipede that used to be so small that it could fit in the small sandalwood box, after a period of hibernation, had now grown to half a foot, longer than his hand. .
From this point of view, the sleepless scalp is actually a warm place for this poisonous insect to hibernate comfortably.
When Ye Wumian watched intently, the centipede quickly struck out and bit a cockroach that was resting on the wall.
This cockroach, which survived into the winter, was not killed by the low temperature. Instead, it was bitten to death by an alien centipede and swished away.
After that, the centipede ate several bed bugs with thunderous momentum.
Ye Wumian thought: "Brother Centipede is full now. I'm afraid he will continue to sleep in a while. How will he save me?"
He quickly said: "Brother Centipede, Brother Centipede, please don't fall asleep later! My little brother's life depends entirely on you."
After eating several insects, the centipede trembled slightly and crawled back to Ye Wumian's face.
The scarlet eyes looked at him, and the black fangs clamped to show him kindness. It crawled around the face a few more times and became cheerful.
Just like when he was a child, he looked like he had met his master.
Ye Wumian said: "Brother Centipede, let's make a long story short. I'm being held in prison now, and my pipa bone has been hooked by a knife, so I can't use my internal strength.
This scene at this time is no different from what your original master, the eight-step divine machine Master Qi Lianxiao, said about the Evil of the Prisoner of the Dragon. Since I have suffered from this evil, and you are the one gifted to me by Master Qi to relieve the evil, I ask you to come and undo it for me as soon as possible! "
After hearing this, the centipede seemed to understand. It crawled along his body several times and finally stopped at the shoulder blades of his back.
Ye Wumian showed his face and said happily: "That's right, it's right here. Brother Centipede, you are so smart!"
He didn't know what method Centipede would use to help him, and he even had deep doubts in his heart. But since things were like this, he could only treat a dead horse as a living horse.
He relied on the wooden board to block the sounds in the cell, and kept talking: "Brother Centipede, my pipa bone is hooked. Even if I have all kinds of abilities, I can't use my internal strength and I am like a useless person! I don't know what you can do." What can I do?
Brother Centipede, Brother Centipede, you get along with me day and night, and you know that I am not that thief and bandit, I am just pretending to be him. But because of this, I suffered his disaster and suffered it on his behalf. Isn’t this a great injustice? "
Having said this, Ye Wumian started crying again.
After all, he is just a young man!
He remembered the famous line in "The Analects of Confucius: Gongye Chang" and choked with sobs and said: "I am just like Gongye Chang. The sage said that 'even though he is in prison, it is not his crime.' I am also not guilty!" "
