In the dark cage, Jiang Nan Zimo lay on his side on the cold brownstone floor, as if he was dying.

Blood flowed from under his body, and even the cracks in the stone were filled with red blood stains, but the blood did not come from him, but from a porcelain bowl that had been knocked over again and again in his hand.

As long as he knocked over the bowl, someone would refill the bowl with fresh blood for him, and at this time the bowl of blood was steaming, and he lay his head sideways into the wall, not looking at the bowl, human blood.

After a while, his body moved slightly, and he turned around, his eyes slightly open with hunger and longing. In order to make himself die, he raised his hand again weakly, and pushed with all his might, and the porcelain bowl was overturned to the ground again, and blood was splashed again.

"You ...... Torture me...... I won't touch human blood no matter what......" He was so weak that he snorted, but a sarcastic smile floated on the corner of his mouth.

On the other side of the prison, hollow footsteps sounded, and a looming ghost floated in front of him.

"Jiang Nan Zimo, you haven't eaten for more than 20 days, you can really bear it, it seems that I underestimated your forbearance!" she seemed to smile, leaned over, and examined him with interest.

Jiang Nanjun heard the voice, opened his eyes, and saw that it was her, his expression seemed to be happy and disgusted, his eyes closed, and he fell back again, ignoring her.

Yun Qing stretched out his slender fingers, dipped a drop of blood on the ground and put it in his mouth to lick it, and laughed teasingly: "The taste of human blood is sweet and fragrant, it's really good!hahahaha......"

Jiang Nanjun simply turned her body to face the wall again, as if she didn't have zài.

Yun Qing's patience was extremely poor, and seeing him so cold, he stood up with a "Huo", and his body shook and entered the iron cage.

"Jiang Nan Zimo, what kind of attitude do you have? I have released the Netherworld Phoenix and the stinky fish according to your request, and serve you with such fresh blood every day, you don't appreciate it at all?"

Speaking of this, her tone suddenly softened, and she giggled and said, "I understand, you only drink the blood of that eagle-beaked bat in the mountains in order not to fall into the demon." It's a long way to get out of the mountains, and I don't have the time to help you get it. Either you will drink it or you will starve yourself to death. But even if you're going to die, you'll have to find me the cross first!"

Jiang Nanjun gasped, struggled to sit up from the ground, leaned against the blood-stained wall like a ball of soft mud, and smiled wryly at her:

"Sister, you...... Do you remember a story my father told us when we were young?"

"Story? Hmph, the story that this king wants to hear most now is how you found out the cross formula! Who is Daddy? I don't remember!" Yun Qing waved his hand ruthlessly, and Jiang Nanjun's heart was broken again.

He stopped answering her and began to tell his own story.

"There are two brothers, because their families are poor, they have to go up the mountain every day to cut firewood and sell it to help the family. The elder brother is loyal and honest, diligent in his hands and feet, and cuts down seriously every day, but the younger brother is clever and easy to work, and his stomach is full of ghost ideas. He always told his brother that if his brother could help him chop the firewood together, when he soared in the future, he would never forget to take his brother to enjoy the wealth together. Every time he said this, his brother just smiled honestly, divided his firewood into two without saying a word, and said to his father and mother when he went home that he was cut with his younger brother. My younger brother is cheap every day, and he is very proud of his cleverness.

"My younger brother studied well, and when he grew up, he won the top prize in the examination, and he got infinite wealth and scenery, but he forgot his honest brother in the countryside. Every time the elder brother entered the city, he only stood far away from his brother's mansion, waited for him to take a look at him when he entered and exited, and then reluctantly turned back. He knew that his status was low, and if he dared to recognize him, he would only embarrass his younger brother.

But one day, his brother had an accident and was sentenced to behead by the court for corruption. Before the execution, the elder brother hurried to see his younger brother for the last time, and then he no longer cared about his identity, and went up to hug his younger brother tightly and cry bitterly. He said that his brother's death was entirely caused by him. If he hadn't helped his brother lie and be lazy since the first day he went up the mountain to chop wood, his brother would definitely not have today. ”

After telling the story, Jiang Nanjun was silent again, leaning against the wall, his chest rising and falling violently, and he was in pain. (To be continued.) )