Chapter 231

When he came here, the other party still didn't notice. It can be seen that he was just an ordinary person who didn't understand martial arts.

But is it true that ordinary people are locked up in this secret room?

Wu Tsui couldn't guess each other's identity for a moment, so he walked towards the screen.

It's easy to see who he is.

Just as he bypassed the screen and came to the bed, the person lying facing the inside finally noticed, because Wu Tsui had not covered up the sound of footsteps.

That is a very young man.

When the man heard the news, he suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and looked at it. Before meeting, there was a man in black, who couldn't help but be shocked.

"You... Who are you!"

The man quickly sat up, shrank into a ball, hid in the inner corner of the bed, tightly hugged the quilt in front of him, and his handsome face was full of fear and defense.

"..." Wu Tsui felt that this scene was strange.

Does he look like the kind of man who can be frivolous?

He is not interested in men, let alone now he has a sweetheart.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, the man trembled again: "... What do you want to do to me? If you get closer, I'll call someone!"

He has never seen a stranger come here for so many years.

The boy's appearance made him instinctively aware of the danger.

Wu Tsung frowned slightly.

The more you hear it, the more strange it becomes.

Call someone?

"According to my verification, there is no one else here." he looked at the man and said, "don't worry, I won't kill you."

The other party looks weak and has no threat to him at all.

As for killing, there is no need.

"Then... Who are you?" the tremor in the man's voice still didn't disappear.

The screen obscured the light of the candle, and both sides could not see each other's description clearly.

Wu Tsui glanced at the figure shrank in the corner of the bed and said, "come out and talk."

After all, the scene of this conversation is really strange.

He raised his feet and walked out of the screen. After hesitating for a moment, the man walked slowly down the bed. He didn't forget to put on his shoes and coat.

Wu Chiu Li looked at the man who came out in front of the book case.

It seems that he is only a 17-year-old boy. His body is similar to him, but he is a little thinner than him.

As for why we should compare each other with ourselves——

Wu Tsung's eyes fixed on that face.

That's a face that is at least five points similar to him

In the past, I'm afraid the teenager can't be so sure, but recently it's different - because with the girl he likes, he pays more attention to his appearance than usual.

While he is observing each other, the other party is also looking at him.

There was an obvious surprise in the man's eyes. For a moment, he was stunned and said, "it's you..."

Wu Tsung asked quietly, "do you recognize me?"

"I know, I don't know." the other party suddenly smiled bitterly, pointed to a picture album on the table and said, "someone always sent your daily portrait to let me learn your behavior and air. But I always don't learn much, just a superficial appearance."

He can't learn all the people in the painting.

He has also read a lot of books, so he knows exactly where the gap lies. The other party is a young man with high spirits and extraordinary strength, and he is just a poor bastard locked up here. How can he learn completely like him?

Wu Tsui glanced at the opened album.

So far, there is no need to ask more about the meaning of the other party's presence here.

He asked directly, "whose man are you?"

The man shook his head.

"I don't know. I only know that the person who comes to deliver things every day is a young servant."

As for the servant's master, he had never seen or guessed.

He didn't even know where he was or where the family came from - but it could be seen that he was by no means an ordinary family.

If he were an ordinary family, he would have no ability to change him from death row.

——His father committed a felony, and he would have been copied and beheaded.

Hearing his answer, Wu Tsun had a clear idea in his heart, and then asked, "how long have you been locked up here?"

"More than five years."

The man's complexion is very white, even whiter than Wu Tsung. It is a slightly morbid porcelain white that has not seen the sun for a long time.

He looked at the shelf and said, "you read a lot of books. I have been reading every day for the past five years, but they said that these are only one or two tenths of what you have read."

But it's good to have these books with him to make his life less difficult.

Wu Chiu followed his line of sight and looked at the books. He asked, "have you never gone out in the past five years?"

"About half a year ago, I went out once. I took a carriage and went far away..."

Before that, he looked forward to going out every day, even if only to see - but after he really left here, he suddenly felt that only staying here was the most secure.

He was even happy when he was sent back to the secret room.

Six months ago

Wu Tsui slightly clenched his fingers.

Six months ago, it was when he entered Beijing.

It's also the node of his accident

Wu Tsui looked at the young man, "do you know what you needed to do when you went out?"

The man shook his head slowly.

"They never told me that."

Anyway, I won't take him to relax.

Although he didn't know the purpose of going out that time, it didn't seem difficult to guess the meaning of his existence - especially when he saw the boy with his own eyes tonight.

Although he had never been in touch with everything outside since he was 13, he read more books, broadened his ideas, and was not too slow to understand many things.

After hearing his answers, Wu Chiu knew that he could not ask for anything else.

However, there is no need to ask any more.

As for the remaining mysteries, only his grandfather could answer them.

"Thank you for answering my questions." at last, Wu Tsung turned around.

"Yes, I should thank you. I haven't spoken to anyone like this for a long time..." the young man whispered.

Looking at the back to leave, he suddenly asked, "how much time do I have...?"

People are always greedy for life, even if they know they should have died five years ago.

Wu Chiu's foot was slightly stunned.

"I don't know this problem better than you."

The young man looked stunned and watched his figure disappear.

"Childe..."

Seeing Wu Tsung coming out, Xiao Qi immediately went forward.

"Go back."

There was no emotion under the calm look of the youth.

After returning to the courtyard, Wu Tsung cleaned his hands, took off his black robe, put on his clean Chinese clothes, and lay on the bed.

The lights were out, and in the dark, he never closed his eyes.

After thinking for a long time, he stopped thinking and raised his right hand to his eyes——

Looking at the things between his fingers, the boy has been unconsciously frowning and slowly smoothed.