Chapter 73 Good friends

Author: Mao Maoru

Chapter 73 Good friends

Ye Sui seemed to be stimulated by something, and was standing there in trance.

Xuanyuan Ming approached quietly, trying to find an opportunity to snatch her purse when she wasn't paying attention. However, this time, he was still three steps away from her, and he couldn't get any closer.

Xuanyuan Ming's face was ugly. He never thought that he would be so controlled by others once he underestimated his enemy.

Ye Sui was just lost in thought for a while. She quickly came back to her senses and looked at Xuanyuan Ming who was standing not far away. She was not worried about what he might do to her, but turned around directly and walked to the stone

Beside the bed, I quietly looked at the wear marks on the stone bed.

There were black blood stains on the stone bed, and there were also various scratches, perhaps marks caused by friction from the iron chains, or perhaps marks left by the long struggle of the person tied to it.

This small space is filled with suffocating depression. What kind of hell on earth was this place just twenty years ago?

Xuanyuan Ming was not willing to give in. He tried to get closer to Ye Sui again, but he was keenly aware of the movement not far away. He glanced at Ye Sui fiercely and had to choose to leave quietly.

"Miss Ye!" Wen Xiaolu followed Xin Bai and came over. She was surprised and happy to see Ye Sui here.

Ye Sui smiled politely at Wen Xiaolu, and then looked at Xin Bai, "Does Mr. Xin have any impressions of this place?"

Wen Xiaolu raised his head and glanced at Xin Bai, then answered on his behalf, "Xin Bai said he felt very familiar with this place."

Xin Bai's eyes fell on the stone bed, his eyes changed slightly, and he walked over quickly.

Ye Sui looked at Wen Xiaolu.

I don’t know how Wen Xiaolu managed to communicate silently with Xin Bai. Wen Xiaolu said, “Xin Bai said he remembers this place!”

Xin Bai slowly squatted down and picked up a broken chain on the ground.

Wen Xiaolu added: "Xin Bai said that he remembered that someone was tied up here."

Ye Sui asked: "Who is it?"

Wen Xiaolu: "A young man."

In Xin Bai's incomplete memory, he once walked a dark and long road with no end, like a monster's huge mouth, trying to swallow up his little prey.

He has been on this road with no end in sight, until he walked into this tunnel today, and suddenly he remembered many, many things.

When he was only six years old, he woke up in the middle of the night and slipped out of the room because he wanted to catch the crickets that kept chirping outside. Unfortunately, he saw his father's figure in the night.

Out of curiosity, the little child followed him from a distance.

His father had always been in poor health, but one day, his father suddenly became healthy and had skills that ordinary people could not match. Logically speaking, his father should have easily discovered his whereabouts, but that day

I don't know if it was because my father was absent-minded that he didn't notice that there was a child following him behind him.

He followed his father into a tunnel. After entering the tunnel, he lost sight of his father. In the cells on both sides of the tunnel, there were all kinds of physically handicapped people imprisoned. Maybe not all of them were imprisoned.

It's people.

It was just because their bodies were too mutilated, but they were clearly still alive. The scene was so terrifying that as a child, he did not dare to carefully distinguish what they were.

He was frightened and just wanted to leave here, but the tunnel door was closed and he didn't know how to open it. He could only think of finding his father quickly. He panicked and walked along the only road to the deepest place, where he

I saw a scene that I should never forget in my life.

In the basement with bright candlelight, lying on the stone bed was a life covered in blood... which could perhaps be described as human.

The person on the stone bed had his head and limbs tied with chains, and his body was stretched out like an animal waiting to be slaughtered. His body was naked, his skin and flesh were torn, and his body was stained with blood. His original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

The young child stood there, mute with fright, and did not dare to take a step forward.

And his father had already picked up a bowl filled with blood and drank the thick blood in one gulp.

His father's pale face quickly turned rosy, and the impatient expression on his face slowly returned to a calm and calm look, which was no different from the polite father he had seen before.

But he still felt fear. This was the first time he knew that his father was a bloodthirsty monster.

His father discovered him, but was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly walked in front of him to block the bloody scene.

At that time, his thinking stopped and he fell into a sluggish state, allowing his father to pick him up and walk out.

When he leaned on his father's shoulder, he couldn't help but meet the eyes of the person on the stone bed.

The hand hanging on the edge of the stone bed has been dyed red by flesh and blood, and blood is still dripping down. On the face that has also become torn apart, the person dyed red by the red blood has a pair of black eyes.

Her eyes seemed to be looking at his faint smile.

After returning that night, the little child was ill for more than half a month. The illness came on quickly and quickly. All the doctors were helpless. Even he felt that he was going to die. Until one day, his father gave him a call.

He brought little red sugar pills.

His father said this was a miracle medicine and he would be cured after taking it.

His father did not lie to him. He just took a sugar pill and his body recovered quickly. Not only that, he also felt that his body was getting stronger. But that night, he had a nightmare again.

He kept dreaming about the dungeon, the room full of torture instruments, the stone bed, and the bloody man's faint smile on the stone bed.

By some mistake, he sneaked out of the room again.

His memory seemed to have gotten better, but he had followed his father into the underground passage once a long time ago, and he remembered how to open the door to the underground.

The monsters in the dungeon were not as noisy as before. They seemed to smell his scent, so they tried to avoid him.

He walked to the innermost stone room and saw the man bound by chains. This time, he looked more like a human being.

The imprisoned person is still full of blood, but his exposed flesh seems to have healed a lot, and he doesn't look so scary. Even his face can see the trend of healing, but the scars are scattered and horizontal, and they are still very scary.

fear.

The boy stood far away, not daring to come any closer.

The corners of the man's eyes on the stone bed were slightly curved, as if he was pleased. His throat was probably injured, and his voice was hoarse, "You're getting better. It's great."

The boy took a step back timidly, "You...how did you know I was sick?"

The man smiled and said: "Not only do I know that you are sick, but I also know that you took my medicine, so your illness is cured."

The boy was stunned for a moment, "Is it your medicine that I took?"

"Well, that's the medicine that I worked hard to make that can cure all the illnesses in the world." He raised the corners of his lips, with a gentle smile in his dark eyes, "I saved you without thinking of anything in return. I should be able to

He is a good person."

The boy didn't know if he was deceived by his harmlessness. He replied in a daze: "Yes, you are a good person."

He tilted his head slightly and stared at the young child with his eyes, "You are a good boy, and I am a good person. We can definitely become good friends."
Chapter completed!