debt repayment

"Let me out! How dare you be rude to me...I am the prince!"

The day before he came in, he splashed a puddle of porridge on the broken bedding in the prison to vent his anger. Right now, the rough and thin bedding is exuding a strong sour smell, driving him crazy in the summer without a trace of heat.

It was cold and damp in the prison, and if autumn came, he would be killed.

He desperately wrapped himself in the torn cotton batting that was not very warm, and his teeth were chattering from the cold.The withered yellow straw, which was never looked down on anyway, is now also an indispensable must-have for overnight stays.

It was too cold, he was used to fine clothes and fine food, and his weak health was getting worse.

Meals are not delivered on time even in the death row, he can't see the light of day, and can't tell the time.Whenever rotten rice was delivered, he used the remaining strength to roll and crawl towards the leftovers.

He is really hungry, as long as he can eat, he will feel a little warmer, and only by eating can he have the hope of the next meal.

No lights were lit in the dungeons, and no one would come except the jailers who brought food.The silent dead air and cold finally swallowed him down to nothing but his skin and bones. He stole his life, but his picky stomach couldn't handle it. He vomited four or five times after a meal, until his stomach was almost vomited dry. In order not to starve to death, he had to lie on the ground with tears in his eyes and lick his vomit.

It's really cold, so cold.

He dreamed of his youthful self a few years ago, pulling the blond orchid to have fun in the imperial garden on a winter night. The girl's hot white body was next to him, like a hairless hot blanket, comfortable and caring .In the helpless night in the dungeon, only the memories of the past made me curl up in reality to feel a little warmth.

For some reason, that incident became clearer in his mind.That woman is just a plaything, and after being around for a while, she forgets about it. After five or six years, her lips are like a burning torch in a dream. He would rather get close to it and be burned to death than be dragged into wet, cold and lonely of darkness.

He warmed up in the dream, and looking down, he was still a handsome young man in brocade clothes, pampered and pampered, his slender fingers were delicate and white, even more delicate than a dancing girl.The beauty was smiling, she wanted to refuse but she greeted her, her red lips were slightly parted, and she exhaled steaming white air. Looking at the white steam that was fleeting in the night, she felt strong reluctance.

How can such a luxury be wasted.

He led the hot girl into the snow, and saw the man hiding in the dark.

The girl beside him suddenly twisted into a gust of warm wind, and her figure was scattered from his hands.

In the dark world, suddenly only he and that man were left.The man remained motionless, and he saw the dangerous and meaningful smile on the other's face through the flying snow.

He woke up with a start, and his consciousness returned to reality.

Still a dilapidated and dank prison, still a darkness with a strange stench.

He closed his eyes, tried his best to retract himself between the quilt and straw, and soon fell asleep again.

There was a series of footsteps in the darkness.

Not the jailer who delivered the meals.The jailer who feeds him is dumb.

The sound of the chains colliding with each other was very clear in the corridor.

Immediately, he lost all sleepiness, and eagerly climbed to the iron railing, wishing he could stick the skin and flesh of his face through the railing, and stared forward with his eyes wide open.

It's people, lots and lots of people.

Those people came to his cage by the light of the torches.

When he saw so many living people, he burst into tears immediately, with his mouth half-opened, and Fang was startled to realize that he had been speechless and speechless during this period of time.

"Ah...ah..."

There was the sound of shackles shaking overhead.

Someone opened the cell door, like a farmer catching a sick chicken, he slipped out with just one hand.

He was startled to feel that something was wrong, and tried to hold on to the iron railing, exhausting all his strength, but he was still easily pulled away.

"Ahhh! Whoooo!"

The unconscious knees were dragged on the rough ground, bleeding and bruised.

Let me go, let me go, I am the prince, let me go!

He couldn't even shed tears, and his hands that still had a little strength dangled danglingly, and a hoarse and vague moan kept coming out of his throat.

Help, whoever comes to save me, anyone is fine...

I want to eat human food, I want to sleep on a soft bed, I want to have a thicker quilt...

He was dragged into a secret room.There are no instruments of torture on the wall, only the executioner with a machete waiting for him.

A few hands firmly held down his sick body with almost only bones left, tied it with ropes, dragged it to the knife, and kicked his knees one left and one right.

After two bone cracks, he groaned and fell on the guillotine in a strange posture. His knees were broken, and he couldn't support most of his body weight. He could only fall forward and lay on his stomach. On the dead wood, it is like the fish between the knives.

"Woooo!"

A rotten cabbage heart was stuffed into his mouth, and he wanted to spit it out but couldn't, his mouth was so stuffed that he was drooling.Seeing that he was in such a mess, the executioner cast a questioning look at the leading eunuch.

The eunuch said impatiently: "Hurry up, my little apprentice is still holding a plate, waiting to take his head to the emperor for an autopsy."

He twisted his body and burst into tears.

"woo woo woo woo!!!"

The executioner got the order, and he lifted the knife cleanly, and made two gestures on his fair and slender neck.

First, there was a turn of sight, and then there was a muffled sound.

As his eyes kept turning, his head fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

Most of the ground was covered with blood spattered from the cut neck of the dead body.The eunuch held his nose, as if he disliked the fishy smell here.

"Okay, send people over quickly, the emperor can't neglect, hurry up!"

The jailer said, "What about the corpse?"

"Of course, find a place to bury it, and throw it with the corpses of other death row prisoners on a mass grave outside the capital at night."

The little eunuch picked up the head that rolled out, put it on the plate, and covered it with a white cloth.

After the eunuch left, the little jailer left to take care of him saw that his colleagues had all left, looked around furtively, and put the headless body away.

He fixed the cart and horses, went out of the city overnight, buried several corpses, and waited for others empty-handed.

The person who gave him a lot of money said that as long as the corpse was exchanged for him, it would give him benefits.

A sharp pain woke him up.

The pain comes from the collarbone.

It was strange, how could he feel the pain in his body when his body was already in a different place.

The severe pain of the neck being split in two was still lingering at the place where it was cut. He opened his eyes tremblingly, and found that his head was facing a low, damp roof with holes.

It rained all the time.

The rain fell on his face through the hole in the roof.

...he is still alive.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the sky through the loophole for a long time before he came back to his senses, held his breath, and finally recovered his overall senses from the fragmentary pain.

He moves his fingers.

The part that had been separated from the head gave him a response.

He was really alive, with his head and body joined together.

What's going on, haven't I been...?

His whole body was weak, his stomach was empty and painful, and he had vomited up all the acidic water, so he could only lie flat on the ground, unable to even turn over.

Consciousness gradually became clear, and he thought about it for a long time. He was about to fall into a deep sleep due to cold and hunger, and felt a sharp pain coming from his collarbone.

Accompanied by the rampant and happy screams of children.

He rolled his eyes and looked towards his body with difficulty. It turned out that there was a strangely shaped little ghost lying on his chest.

Ghost, ghost!

The kid who looked exactly like a child was constantly gnawing at his collarbone, biting his thin flesh to pieces.With horror all over his face, the little devil's big black eyes rolled away, and an ugly laugh appeared on his already wrinkled face, the arrogant laughter wished it could pierce his eardrums.

Song Hui'an trembled all over.In his 19 years of life, he had never seen such a monster.

"Don't come, don't come..."

The kid grinned open his blood-stained mouth, and with all eight legs, he crawled up his face like an insect along his neck, and stomped on his face with his cold and hard feet like beating drums.It jumped and jumped, climbed up and down, scratched his ears for a while, and blew into his eyes for a while. Song Hui'an was tossed crazy in a short while, and his ears were full of weird laughter.

To live with this monster, it is better to let him die cleanly.

"Uuuuuuuuu!"

The kid grinned grinningly and pushed his clenched mouth away, and put half of his body into his mouth.He only felt a sticky living thing slipping into his mouth, holding onto his tongue, gnawing at his tongue, even wanting to go deeper into the throat.

The nausea was so intense that he rolled on the floor in gratitude, trying to pull the thing out with his fingers in his mouth.However, he could only touch the flesh in his own mouth.He couldn't catch the kid.

The kid acted recklessly, almost stuck his head in his throat, he rolled to the ground clutching his throat, retched, and burst into tears.

An iron chain was tied around his neck, and the long iron chain rattled on the ground, strangling his neck as he rolled. His face was flushed from lack of oxygen, and life was worse than death.

Help me, anyone is good, help me...

The broken wooden door opened.

The rainy day is dark, and the shadows of the visitors are intertwined with the interior and shadows.The moment the man arrived, the little ghost in his mouth hid behind him as if he had seen an eagle's rabbit.

He coughed and looked at the man.The man carrying the lantern was smiling and dressed in black and blue.

"Wake up?"

Song Huiming.

He seemed to have seen a devil who wanted his life, and he tried his best to crawl backwards, shrinking in the corner of the room, like a small animal that was cornered.

Why is he here... who will save me, who will save me...

A man's clothing always reminds others of his noble status.Song Huiming approached with a smile, and said, "Strange? This seat was originally mine. Is it strange that I take back my own things?"

Seeing the deep fear in Song Hui'an's arrogant eyes, Song Huiming smiled even more.

Not what it used to be.

"Do you want to know why I'm still alive? Of course it's because I saved you. Have you seen that little ghost, this life-guarding ghost boy, once in a human body, he can guarantee that people will not die," he seemed to think of something when he saw Song Hui'an, His eyes widened suddenly, and he said again, "That's right, I planted this thing on your body when I was in the prison, so that once the 'Dead Prince' dies, you will be just my Azhu."

[The author has something to say: This article is too long, it will affect the overall outline, and maybe it will be cut in the future when it is revised]