Chapter 399

It was an old woman in her eighties. Her clothes were in tatters and her head was in disorder. Her white hair covered her face. At the same time, the man also pulled out her hair and looked at Luo Wuyou.

It was a withered face with a few straws under the sticky silk knotted hair. It was really like a melon and fruit lost water. The face was full of wrinkles and no flesh was visible. It seemed that only a thin layer of skin was left, with prominent cheekbones, deep sunken eyes and sharp jaw.

Even her body is as thin as material, which can't be thought of differently. To paraphrase Jun Jinglan's words, this talent really has no two or two flesh. Even her eyes are very muddy, as if she can't see clearly. She moves her body hard to get closer to Wu you and looks at Luo Wuyou's face.

"Young man, how did you offend that devil?"

"I scolded the devil."

Luo Wuyou looked at the old woman with a weak smile and said, "by the way, how are you, old woman, to be locked in? It seems that you have been locked up here for a short time, haven't you? " It must be a long time, otherwise the old woman would not be like this.

"I can't remember. It's been more than a year, isn't it?"

The old woman crossed her legs and went to Luo Wuyou from hand to hand. She also leaned on her side: "how long do you know? There's no day here. Anyway, as an old lady, I'm just passing by day by day. Only pity my good granddaughter However, anyway, when I die, we can get together under the ground... "

The old woman said, her muddy eyes also shed two lines of tears.

Luo Wuyou listened quietly and finally understood the reasons and consequences of the old woman's being locked in. She was born in yuejing. In her old age, she lost her son and her daughter-in-law left their children and remarried. She and her wife worked hard to raise their only granddaughter Xiuzhi, but later they were robbed into the Prince's Mansion by the devil.

Xiuzhi is the lifeblood of two old people. Therefore, the two old people learned that, although they were afraid, they still came to the prince's house to ask for a statement and wanted to take Xiuzhi back.

It's a pity that my wife was killed by the prince's house on the spot. She was also beaten to a crippled leg and put into the dungeon. One pass was more than a year. And their granddaughter Xiuzhi, even more on the spot, hit the column and committed suicide.

Luo Wuyou after listening to some silence, such a thing, really is Jun Jinglan do? Why is he so cruel that he does evil even ordinary people?

According to Dequan, some of the women sitting in the cangjiao Pavilion in the prince's mansion were given by the emperor, some were sent by the princes and ministers, and more were snatched by her from all over the country. In a word, Yan Huan is fat and thin, and all of them are beautiful like fairies.

But she didn't understand that Jun Jinglan was not as lustful as the rumors in the world. Why would they rob so many women into the house? And he killed and imprisoned the parents who begged for their daughter. Is he really doing this to vent his emotions and bloodthirsty?

"Don't be too sad, old lady..." Luo Wuyou collected his thoughts for a long time, but he didn't know what to say except this sentence. In the face of such an old man, it seemed useless to comfort anything.

The old woman raised her dirty sleeves, which were already black and broken into strips of cloth, and wiped her tears: "don't talk about it. It's been so long. I've been crying blind in my eyes. It's estimated that my life will be better in a few days. If I had not promised my wife, I would have gone down to accompany them

"By the way, young man, your hand..."

The old woman shook her head and didn't want to mention those sad things. She looked down at Luo Wuyou's wrist, stretched out her hand as thin as a chicken's claw, and touched Luo Wuyou's wrist for a moment: "the bones of your wrist joints have been displaced. If you don't go back, I'm afraid there will be problems sooner or later. Ah, the devil is the devil, and he never shows mercy. Young man, you are so kind that you dare to scold that devil. "

"Does the old woman know that?" Luo Wuyou is slightly surprised.

"What's the matter? In the past, my son opened a wrestling hall in yuejing, which specializes in these things. After a long time of contact, I learned how to score one or two points. You can bear it. I'll take it back for you. But I'm not a good craftsman. It may hurt. You have to bear it. Otherwise, the injury will become more serious

"Oh, thank you very much

Luo Wuyou didn't refuse. Her hands and wrists were removed. If she wanted to touch her bones and reset her joints, it was very difficult. Because her hands were unable to use force, she had to borrow foreign objects by force. It would be more painful and not completely safe. Now, it is good for her to help herself.

The old woman put her hands on Luo Wuyou's wrist, rubbed it a few times, and then with a pinch and a twist, there were two clicks. Luo Wuyou moved twice. Her wrist still hurt, but it was ready to use.

"Thank you very much. By the way, I don't know what you call it?" Luo Wuyou looked at the old woman gratefully, and kneaded her hands on the acupoints to relieve the pain. The old woman's craftsmanship was indeed lacking, but this did not reduce her gratitude to her.

"My name is Zhong. Please call me granny Zhong." The old woman sat back and looked at Luo Wuyou's young face. Her eyes were filled with emotion and regret: "it's a pity that you are so young and light, and have been locked in. If you have a chance, you can escape. You can take this, young man. It's better to live than to die..."The old woman said, groping for a while covered with straw, and then took back her hand. When she took back her hand, she handed it to Wuyou, trembling slightly. Luo Wuyou pursed her lips and took out the oil paper package in the brocade bag. Her face changed slightly.

"Mother in law, how could you have this thing?" Luo Wuyou's eyes fell on the old woman's face, and a little shock flashed in her deep eyes. The brocade bag was very dirty and old, and the contents were the same, but they were wrapped in oil paper. It looks like it has been some years, and it should not be the mother-in-law's.

Granny Zhong pulled the corners of her mouth as if she wanted to laugh, but she was a little shapeless: "I don't know whose it is. Anyway, it's hidden in the brick crevice of the wall in this dungeon. Originally, I wanted to commit suicide, but I didn't want to squeeze it out with a bump."

Then she pointed to a deep scar on her forehead. It was indeed a bruise. What the old woman said should not be false. I think, there were other people in the dungeon. Maybe it was someone who wanted to take the East Tibet out. Unfortunately, she failed.

Or maybe he borrowed it and went out, and he wanted to leave it to the right person. I can't help others accumulate some virtue.

These are all possible, and this thing is so important that she believes it should be the former. The brocade bag contained no other objects. It was the detailed map and defense map of the prince's residence. Not only the courtyard and route were clearly marked, but also a dark road and several dark pavilions were also drawn.

This kind of thing, to Luo Wuyou, the help is not very big. If she had not lost her way, how could she have stayed in the dungeon now? If she had not understood the terrain of the prince's mansion in detail, she could not have said that she had entered the Tibetan snow Pavilion in the east courtyard last night.

"Mother in law, Mo Yan will take this first. You can rest assured that if Mo Yan can escape, he will come back and take her out." Luo Wuyou collected the things and said thanks to his wife.

"My old lady hasn't been able to live for a long time. She's also gone out to dry hemp. Isn't she still alone? So, it's better to stay here and be a companion for the old man and his granddaughter! "

But mother-in-law Zhong shook her head, then crossed her legs and returned to the straw pile a little bit: "but you are different, young man. Mo Yan and my granddaughter are about the same age. The road is still long. If you can escape, just run away! Go out and live a good life. As for me, don't worry about me. Even if you come to take me, I won't leave. "

Go back. What else can she do when she goes back? Home is not in, the family is not in, it is better to spend a day here, is a day, until their own breath after everything is over.

Luo Wuyou looked a little sad, an old man, a complete home, because of that man's action and completely destroyed, these, Jun Jinglan he knows? Oh, I should know that, right? After all, if it were not for him, Mrs. Zhong would not have lost her wife and granddaughter.

The family will not be destroyed. They can see their granddaughters get married and enjoy their old age. Instead of being locked in this dungeon and suffering from the separation of life and death, one day after another, waiting for death, without any desire to live.

Luo Wuyou advised him a few more words, but the old man had already returned to the pile of straw, covered himself with straw again, and did not speak any more. The atmosphere in the air was a little sad and depressing. You can hear the old man breathing slightly. I think he is crying? It's just that she has her back to her, and she can't see it at all.

Or maybe she didn't want to see it at all!

Luo Wuyou took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything more. His heart was a little stuffy. The old man's words and deeds were full of a kind of heart dead like ashes, which made people feel sad. After a while of silence, she put away her thoughts and began to deal with her wound.

Carefully open the trouser legs, every pull up is a huge pain, because kneeling for too long, blood has been glued to the trouser legs, a pull is equivalent to tearing those wounds.

Finally, the trousers were pulled up, and Luo Wuyou's clothes were soaked again. From the ankle to the knee above the two legs clearly can not see the wound, but all are bloodstained, pull off a piece of lapel and simply wipe it.

The wound was exposed. On the white skin, there were countless pinhole like injuries, which were caused by the thorny rose.

Especially the knee, already red and swollen.

To make sure that there was no one else in the dungeon, Luo Wuyou Fang took out the powder he had hidden and sprinkled it on it. Then he put the trousers down again and leaned against the wall. The nerves that had been tense were finally relaxed, and his brain became heavier and heavier.

The whole consciousness also gradually fell into the darkness.

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