Mo Jiecheng rarely felt Ji Wanrong display such strong feelings of powerlessness. Even through the human skin mask, he could clearly feel it.
Reality is cruel, but what is even more cruel than reality is the extremely indifferent human heart.
When Mo Jiecheng thought of this, he sighed secretly in his heart.
He didn't give up and wanted to ask Na Haozi again.
So Mo Jiecheng leaned down and looked at Haozi's level. He touched the back of Haozi's head with one hand, and then asked softly: "After you get out, will you want to avenge your brother?"
Hearing this, Haozi nodded heavily: "Yes, I will definitely do it. I have already remembered that person's face. If I get the chance, I will definitely take revenge."
Mo Jiecheng listened to the little boy's answer without hesitation, with obvious hatred in his voice, which made him lower his eyes slightly.
"If there is an opportunity now for you all to leave this devil's cave, will you fight hard for this opportunity?"
When Haozi heard this, he paused for a moment, as if thinking, and then answered seriously: "I took advantage of others to fight hard and killed the person who reported my brother first. I will not let him leave alive." here."
Everyone would think this way, but everyone would like to kill their enemy first, and then fight with all their strength. Then, before the enemy arrives, internal strife breaks out.
But before Mo Jiecheng said this, he heard Haozi's voice again, and continued: "But uncle, no one will be willing to fight hard, and there will be no turmoil in this devil's cave."
"In the past, those who were willing to fight were newcomers who had never drank sweet water. They planned to revolt, but they were directly reported by others, and they all died. Those old people were used to drinking sweet water, even if we let them go free now, They don’t want to leave either.”
"Even if the medicine is made to ensure that they will no longer suffer from the ants scratching their hearts, won't they be willing to leave?" Ji Wanrong interjected and asked.
Haozi nodded, turned and looked in Ji Wanrong's direction: "Yes, sister, this is a scene I saw with my own eyes."
When Mo Jiecheng heard Haozi's words about sister, he remembered what he had just called him, and the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly, but before he could speak, he heard Haozi continue to speak.
"In the past, among the group of people who came with my brother, there were a few young people who secretly said they wanted to escape. In the end, they were cramped and boned in front of everyone. I can't forget that scene to this day."
When the two heard this, they fell into complete silence.
Seeing that their plan was almost impossible to realize, Ji Wanrong felt physically and mentally exhausted all over her body. She slowly moved her butt to the chair and sat down slowly.
Mo Jiecheng stood still and didn't move.
Haozi felt the extremely low air pressure around him, and suddenly felt a little uneasy. He turned his head in the direction of Ji Wanrong with tears in his eyes.
"Sister, did I say something wrong? If you want to give it a try...I, I will be with you!"
Haozi turned pale, took a deep breath, and finally made such a decision.
After hearing this, Ji Wanrong smiled at him and touched his cheek with her hand: "Nothing. We are just sorry for your brother's experience."
Mo Jiecheng also looked at him with a smile: "If there is anything else you want to do now, I might be able to help you do it."
When Haozi heard this, he finally smiled and said with crooked eyebrows: "Uncle, I want to go back to the sixth floor. Although there is a lot of work on the sixth floor, my brother was once there."
Mo Jiecheng nodded when he heard this.
Now that Niu Liu has been sentenced to death, and other guards have been beaten by him, he still has the power to arrange Haozi's whereabouts.
So Mo Jiecheng went out and went through a procedure on the fifth floor, while Ji Wanrong used hypnosis to carefully clear the memory of the inquiry they had just made in the room, and sent Haozi to the sixth floor.
They can also go to the sixth floor to investigate and look for new breakthroughs.
When Mo Jiecheng and Ji Wanrong took Haozi out of the prison on the fifth floor, a breath of fresh air poured into their noses.
Ji Wanrong took a sharp breath, which was refreshing for a moment. Even her somewhat chaotic brain felt awake for a moment.
Everyone followed the winding stairs and went down to the fifth floor.
When they were at the door of the sixth floor, Mo Jiecheng and Ji Wanrong showed their tokens to the soldiers guarding the door, and the soldiers let them in.
As soon as they opened the door to the sixth floor, everyone was blinded by the sudden dust.
The dust filled the sky, causing Ji Wanrong to cover his mouth and nose hurriedly, and coughed twice again.
Mo Jiecheng and Haozi next to them were no exception.
When they finally recovered, Ji Wanrong saw people working in the yellow sand in the sky.
Torches were lit everywhere on the sixth floor, and there were small transparent covers covering the torches to prevent the flames from extinguishing.
The people who were working were old and young, their faces were pale, without any color, their upper bodies were naked, their feet were barefoot, but their thin bodies had obvious undulations of muscles.
In addition, there were wounds one after another, including wounds caused by thick hemp ropes and wounds pulled out by the guards on the sixth floor with whips.
There are also some people with various scratches on their bodies. The scratches are old and new. They look like they were scratched by themselves, which is consistent with what Haozi said.
There was no special expression on anyone's face. Even when the door to the sixth floor opened, they did not raise their heads to pay attention.
Beads of sweat fell on the dusty ground from the workers' foreheads as they excavated the ore, and the people inside let out several phlegm-filled coughs.
The living environment is really terrible.
This place is also dry beyond Ji Wanrong's imagination, but it is completely different from the environment on the fifth floor.
However, before Ji Wanrong and Mo Jiecheng stayed there for too long, the guard who was holding a whip in the crowd saw the movement and walked towards Ji Wanrong.
The two men showed their tokens, and the guard smiled respectfully at Ji Wanrong.
So Ji Wanrong asked a question that confused her: "Why is the sixth floor so dry? It is so different from the humid environment on the fifth floor?"
