Chapter 5 Prisoner Car

The carriage galloped on the bluestone paved road and finally stopped at a manor next to the city.

Ge Long entered the yard first, looked around, and then waved his hand to let everyone in.Several people dragged Cheng Zongyang up, pulled him into a large stone house, and slammed the door.

This stone house is the entrance to a dungeon, and there is no end to see inside. There are all kinds of torture instruments on the walls inside the house.

Several people poured buckets of water on Cheng Zongyang's head and rushed him to wake him up.

Ge Long stepped on the wooden bench with one foot, then slashed the sharp long knife at his feet, and shouted in a deep voice: Say it!What's its name?

Cheng Zongyang was injured by the hilt of the knife in the back of his head, causing dull pain. He said weakly: Cheng... Zongyang...

Where did it come from?

Panjiang...

Ge Long looked at each other with a scarred man, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

what for?

Selling fur goods.Has suffered a disaster──Cheng Zongyang was about to copy the compiled story again, and suddenly a loud shout in his ear, fart!

Ge Long's big hand, covered in calluses, grabbed Cheng Zongyang's neck with a hand, and the only remaining eye showed a vicious look, and he said with a twist: How did you escape?

Cheng Zongyang was stunned.

Don't say it?Looking for a call?

The scarred man kicked Cheng Zongyang on the ribs.

Cheng Zongyang shouted in pain: Wait!You recognized the wrong person!

Pooh!You are the one who beats you!

Several people surrounded Cheng Zongyang and kicked and scolded him, a dead slave!Dare to escape!

Let you not have a memory!

Do you think you can escape from our palms?

Fists and feet fall on your body like raindrops. These thugs are well-trained and specialize in picking the most painful places on people's body.

Cheng Zongyang also had a fight when he was in school, but his hands and feet were tied up now, leaving only the only thing he could beat.

The group of people were not polite to start. The scarred man punched Cheng Zongyang in his eyes, cracking the corners of his eyes and blood flowed.

Boy, do you remember?Mr. Sun bought you from Panjiang, and let you run away from Zhangwuyuan.He also stole Mr. Sun’s things and used them as a way!I thought that Master Sun's tiger was not showing off his power, but it was a sick cat Ah── Cheng Zongyang struggled, and he couldn't even hide. At this moment, he was punched on his face again and the corners of his mouth swollen. Come on.He gasped and said: You...you made a mistake...it's not me!

It's not who you are!

The scarred man kicked Cheng Zongyang hard on the shoulder. The slave Sun bought for ten silver coins actually dared to run away!Wuyuan is our Master Ge San’s territory. Do you think it can escape?

Several people kicked and beat Cheng Zongyang for twenty minutes. After a brutal blow, Cheng Zongyang only breathed half his breath. He was covered in blood, his forehead, corners, mouth, nose, arms, and legs were injured everywhere, and his fingers were almost broken by their cowhide boots.

The one-eyed man named Ge Long never took action. He walked over, pushed everyone away, and kicked Cheng Zongyang under the ribs.

With a sound of the gaze, a rib was kicked and broken. Cheng Zongyang bent his body, his forehead was covered with blood and cold sweat, so painful that he couldn't even scream.

At this moment, Cheng Zongyang felt a sense of fear. No matter whether these guys really recognized the wrong person or not, they were really going to kill themselves.

Ge Long said with a gloomy face: Scarface, according to the rules, what should the escaped slaves do?

The scar-faced man said: The rules of Wuyuan City, if you are killed by the escaped slaves!

That's OK.

Ge Long pulled out his long sword and said coldly: Scarface, you can just throw those ten silver zhu into the water and hear it!

Cheng Zongyang's clothes were beaten to pieces, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and a trace of despair rose in his heart.

In the eyes of these people, the only thing used to measure life is to measure a few silver pounds, and human lives can be killed at will, just like ants.

Sadly, no one will know that I am dead here.

My parents don’t know, Zi Mei doesn’t know, and they don’t know Yueshuang in this world, or they don’t care if they know.

I was like a wild grass, quietly disappearing in this black prison.

This is not what Cheng Zongyang hoped.

The cold blade stopped in his neck, and Ge Longsenran said: "A dead servant, do you still dare to escape?"

Cheng Zongyang was covered in bruises and hissing breath came out from his lungs.At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, he didn't want to die.I don't want to die in obscurity in this dark prison.

He shook his head.

Ge Long took back the knife and shouted: Scarface!Brand him the mark!

Sun Scar opened the stove with his face and took out a red soldering iron. Boy, remember!You are the slave bought by Mr. Sun!If you can't remember your identity anymore, Master Sun has slapped you!

With a sneer, the triangular soldering iron fell into Cheng Zongyang's neck, leaving marks indicating the identity of slaves on him, and the smell of burnt flesh suddenly spread out in the air.

The gurgling sound of water echoed in my ears, my muscles seemed to be torn, my bones were broken, and I heard a burst of severe pain.But my body seemed to be soaked in water, wet and cold.

After a while, Cheng Zongyang opened his eyes and almost thought he had traveled through time again.

There was darkness in front of him, no light or sound. He could not see the outline of any object, and his feet were empty, as if floating in the darkness.

Suddenly a cry of wail sounded, and when it came into his ears, it was so weak that it could hardly be heard, as if it was a ghost cry from the underworld, or like the wail he once made.

The body was suspended, swaying weakly in the darkness.Cheng Zongyang moved his swollen head, and a pain came from his neck, as if burning flames were passing through his flesh.

Cheng Zongyang shouted and woke up completely.

The lingering sound of the screams echoed in the darkness, and it never stopped for a long time.

Cheng Zongyang realized that he was trapped in a small space, his arms were tied up by ropes, his whole body was suspended, soaked in cold water.

The water that could not see color was soaked under the neck, emitting a disgusting smell of water.The water was flowing, and from time to time, waves were slightly raised, pouring on his mouth and nose, and also soaking the wounds in his neck.

Cheng Zongyang held his breath and tried his best to raise his head.I was like being sealed in a well, and when the screams echoed and disappeared, the surroundings were as quiet as if they were in a grave.

The wound began to swell under the soaking of dirty water, and the pain became dull, and the broken ribs stinged from time to time under the chest.

Cheng Zongyang felt endless hatred in his heart.He was inexplicably regarded as a fugitive slave, and was beaten up and then branded as a slave. This was a humiliation that Cheng Zongyang had never suffered in his life.

When I escape from this water prison, I have to kill you one by one!

Cheng Zongyang said ruthlessly in his heart.

As soon as I clenched my teeth, I felt a sharp pain from the corners of my swollen lips.

But he gritted his teeth tightly, allowing the pain to spread in the wound like fire.

Anger and hatred were intertwined, like a wild beast from the prehistoric world, roaring in Cheng Zongyang's chest.

The hatred in his heart exhausted Cheng Zongyang's energy. He gasped, feeling his life was leaving his condyle bit by bit.

Suddenly, a sound came from the top of the head, and a faint light leaked into the hole above the water prison.

It seemed that a gate was opened, and a creaking sound was made.

Then Cheng Zongyang heard the voice that made him hate him to the core.

Little slut, her waist is so slutty.

Cheng Zongyang seemed to be able to see the obscene smile on the scarred face.

With a bang, a pot of clay fell on the rock and fell to pieces.A sweet and tender voice giggled: It made me feel itchy... the jar was broken.

Her accent is very strange and her words are stiff, not like the Six Dynasties language Cheng Zongyang had heard.

Sun Scar said with a face: I'll buy you another one!

The girl smiled sweetly: Thank you Brother Sun.

My little mouth is so sweet... Come here for my brother to touch it.

The girl said: Man'er likes Brother Sun the most.Do you want Man'er to go to bed with you?

Sun Scar's face was overjoyed, really!

The girl said naively: As long as the brother tells his wife, let Man'er go to accompany his brother, Man'er will definitely be obedient.

Sun Scar's face was speechless and said angrily after a while: How could the money tree raised by my wife be cheaper?

The girl said sympathetically: It's Ah.

There is a way to not break your body...

Sun Scar said with a saliva: Use your little mouth to taste it.

Good Ah.

The girl said happily: Did your brother bring incense pills?

scented tea?Why do you want that?

Brother, don’t forget, the wife has such a good nose. Last time someone touched Man'er, she was discovered by the wife, and she hung up and beaten to death.If Man'er had the smell of a man, his wife would have killed Man'er.

Only then did Sun Scarface realize that he was being teased and scolded: I can't kill a little bitch!It sounds nice to say, and you will be able to do something and you will be able to push yourself.A naughty embryo from Tianzhu!I forgot that when Qi Laosi bought you, they were all hungry...

The wooden fence was shut with a bang, and Sun Scar locked the iron chain with a vengeance and left cursing.

The dungeon became quiet, leaving only the heartbeat getting stronger and stronger.

Cheng Zongyang tried his best to raise his head, and looked at the faint light above his head. Suddenly, his feet moved, and a strange wave came from the water. It seemed that something was swimming in the water, and his body was long, like a smooth rope...

The creature swam between Cheng Zongyang's ankles, then got into his tattered trousers and swam upwards persistently.

Cheng Zongyang screamed ──Help!

It seemed to be responding to Cheng Zongyang's cry. The stone slab above his head was removed, and the light of the candle penetrated through the gaps of the stone.

Then the sound of the wooden wheel rolling sounded, and the roulette above the head was twisted, lifting Cheng Zongyang out of the water.

Cheng Zongyang was covered in water, and his shoes were gone, and he hung barefoot in the air.

More than ten wounds of all sizes were soaked in water and turned white. Fortunately, most of them were skin and flesh injuries, and they did not hurt the vital points.

He choked and coughed constantly.

Every time he coughed, he was gasping for a broken rib, and the pain made him gasp.

It's you?

A beautiful figure stood in front of him.

She was wearing a charming and sexy corset on the upper body, and a gorgeous long skirt underneath, with her waist down to the hips, and her snow-white waist and abdomen were exposed, emitting an attractive luster under the candlelight.

The gauze that the dancer covered her face had been removed, revealing a stunning face.

Her facial features have distinct foreign characteristics, with long brows, high and straight nose bridge, curved eyelashes, big and bright eyes, and blue eyes.

The lip line is soft and sexy, with a slight puzzling smile on the corners of the lips.

To Cheng Zongyang's surprise, this dancer was very young, but she looked fourteen or five years old, but her figure was far beyond her age, especially the hot curves on her chest that made Cheng Zongyang very concerned.

The trouser yarn that I had wiped my face was placed in my backpack, and I didn't know where to go now.

The girl put Cheng Zongyang down and untied the rope.When Jiang's ankle, the slippery object swam out of Cheng Zongyang's broken trousers, and it turned out to be a water snake about a foot.

Although Cheng Zongyang admires the show where beautiful women play with snakes very much, the number one!After getting intimate contact with this cold-blooded creature, all the hairs on their bodies instinctively stood up.

The dancer seemed to be careless. She picked up the water snake and threw it back into the water prison below. It seemed to be just an inconspicuous rope.

The terrified Cheng Zongyang barely squeezed out a smile, Hello.

The girl looked at him for a while, then shook her head, I'm not good.

Cheng Zongyang was silent and after a while he tentatively said: Do you still remember me?

The girl's blue eyes turned on his face and she smiled cutely: Dazede Goose!

Cheng Zongyang felt that he was very wronged. At that time, there were no eight hundred or five hundred onlookers watching the audience. There were many people who were even more stupid than him.

In fact, for modern men like Cheng Zongyang who have been accepting adult entertainment programs for a long time since the middle school period, they have a wide range of experiences and their ability to control themselves far better than men in this world. However, this girl's dancing skills are too impactful, which makes Cheng Zongyang a little lose his composure.

No meal yet.

The girl pointed to the broken clay pot, then handed over the jar containing clear water, and there was still some water left.

Cheng Zongyang took the water jug, what is this place?

It is the dungeon of the mall.The slaves I just bought will be locked here.

The girl said: They said they had captured a runaway slave, but it was you?

Cheng Zongyang was even more inexplicable than her. He rubbed his wrists that were broken by the ropes, and he was puzzled. How could he be regarded as a fugitive slave?Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Cheng Zongyang told the girl all the time about his experience, and then said angrily: Even if the escaped slave looks the same as me, they can't use me to count!

The girl already understood, yes, Ah, they caught you.

Cheng Zongyang, who was drinking water, choked, uh?

I've been here for almost a year and have never heard of slaves here being able to escape.

Cheng Zongyang was stunned and realized that he was arrested, not as simple as being mistaken for being fugitive slaves.

You think, what would you do if you were in a slave business and accidentally met a foreigner who had encountered a disaster, and he was stupid?

Cheng Zongyang said: Am I stupid?

The girl wrinkled her nose. How could she be so poor if she is not stupid?

Cheng Zongyang was relieved, and then became angry. Because he was a foreigner in trouble, these people dared to arrest him and sell him as slaves - Is there any way to be a king?

The girl looked at him strangely, what is the king's law?

Uh... it's the law...system...human rights...

It is difficult to explain what law or human rights are in this world, but Cheng Zongyang finally gave up. Alas, you are a foreigner, and you don’t understand it even if you say it.

Seeing Cheng Zongyang's depressed look, the girl smiled, I know.It's the king's order.Maybe there is somewhere else, but there isn't.

Cheng Zongyang smiled bitterly. He thought this place was already inland in the Six Dynasties, and it turned out to be a wild place.

Perhaps thinking of their respective experiences, both of them were silent for a while.Cheng Zongyang said: Why are you here?

I bought it from them.

Cheng Zongyang looked at the girl as delicate as jewelry and muttered: They are so lucky.

The girl stroked her reddish-brown hair, and my name was Aji Manbana.

Aji Manbana?In this world, will anyone build a Taj Mahal for her?

Cheng Zongyang cheered up, my name was Cheng Zongyang.

Cheng Zongyang...

The girl repeated his name with her awkward mouth and said: Is your injury important?

Cheng Zongyang moved his hands and feet.

Except for breaking one rib, there was nothing serious about other muscles and bones. It was just that after soaking in dirty water for so long, Cheng Zongyang was very worried that the wound would be infected.

But in this world without penicillin and other antibiotics, infection has to admit defeat.

well enough.

Cheng Zongyang touched the marks in his neck with his fingertips, and subconsciously glanced at Ajiman's chest.A long necklace hangs from her neck, and the golden pendant falls into the snow-white cleavage.

Ajiman playedfully pulled the bra and made an action to lift it, revealing the slippery breasts on his chest, nothing happened.

Cheng Zongyang looked away as if a weird uncle was wearing a face in a little loli.

Ajiman looked at his blushing face and suddenly said: It looks very much like a person...

who?

Before Ajiman could answer, a sudden sound of footsteps came from outside.

Sun Scar opened the fence with a gloomy face and said to Ajiman: Master Ge San calls you.

Ajiman stopped and got up and walked out of the prison door.Sun Scar stared at Cheng Zongyang fiercely and cursed: Dead slave!

Then slam the wooden fence.

Outside the prison gate was a deep cave. Ajiman's snow-white waist twisted gently in the darkness, and his soft steps seemed to be dancing.After turning a corner, her figure disappeared.

Cheng Zongyang with some confusion, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the prison where he was.

This is a natural cave, more than four meters deep, and the entrance is sealed with a wooden fence as thick as an arm.

He tried it and found that the wooden fences were very strong and it was impossible to open them with his own strength.

Below the cave is the water prison he had just been. The water flow there is very slow, and even if there are gaps, it is impossible to be very large.

The water traces on his body gradually dried up, and the wound that was ignored when he was talking to Ajiman just now began to feel pain.Especially the broken rib, it seemed to prick under the lung lobe during breathing.

Cheng Zongyang pounded his chest and clenched his teeth.He didn't know why those people asked Ajiman to go up.But Sun Scar's eyes gave him an ominous premonition.

For some reason, Cheng Zongyang remembered the female slave whose youth had passed away and whose beauty had withered.When she was young, she also had the same beauty as Ajiman.

The time cannot be identified in the dungeon, but the chill is getting stronger and stronger, and it is mostly late at night.

In such a dilemma, Cheng Zongyang's mind was surprisingly clear.

The cold cold in the air soaked into the crocodile, and the qi chakra in the body slowly rotated, as if it would never stop.

Cheng Zongyang subconsciously focused on the part where the qi wheel rotated.In an instant, his eyes seemed to be lit up by a strange beam of light. Within his vision, he actually clearly saw the situation in his abdomen with his eyes.

It was a wonderful space, with a light red object spreading around an inch below the navel.

Cheng Zongyang could not understand the red textures. They were like clouds, rolling gently and slowly in his belly, unpredictable.

Although there is no margin, it is wrapped in an invisible layer of force and cannot be dispersed.

In this red mist, there is a tiny white cyclone.

When Cheng Zongyang saw it for the first time, he remembered the star map of the Milky Way.

Countless tiny and unrecognizable crystal lights gathered together and slowly rotated in the same direction to form a vortex-shaped air wheel.

As the air wheel rotates, the crystal lights merge at a slow speed while sucking out a slight slight breath from the red mist.

Those breaths were faint black. Although they had been silent in the dantian for a long time, Cheng Zongyang could still feel a palpitation when his mind touched him.

Those breaths were filled with anger, hatred, fanaticism, cruelty, sadness, unwillingness...

A roar came from Cheng Zongyang's body, and the ferocious beast that had been lying between his bloodlines since the prehistoric times showed its hideous teeth.

Cheng Zongyang's forehead veins ruptured, his face twisted, revealing extreme ferociousness and desire to kill.

If Sun Scarface or Ge Long were here, Cheng Zongyang would tear their flesh without hesitation, dismantle their bones, drain their blood, and tear them into pieces.

Just as Cheng Zongyang was about to be captured by the inner demon, the white cyclone suddenly expanded and emitted a soft breath.

That aura dissolved the anger in Cheng Zongyang's heart, and Ben Zhang's blood gradually calmed down.The cyclone did not stop, but flowed into a tiny passage through the invisible barrier.

As the warm air flow rose from the Dantian, Cheng Zongyang witnessed a strange scene with his eyes again.

A path visible to his body was seen in his naked eyes, with a white luster, extending from under his dantian to his perineum, and then rising along his spine.

The air flow that surged from the dantian was like a living object, flowing spontaneously in the body.As the true qi moves, meridians emitting white light appear in Cheng Zongyang's body.

Cheng Zongyang has heard of the concept of meridians. They are different from blood vessels, muscles or bones. Although countless classics have recorded the meridians of the human body and drawn in detail the path of their operation, no evidence of reality exists in modern anatomy. Therefore, many people believe that meridians do not exist, but are just based on the imagination and fiction of the ancients - science does not believe in objects that do not exist.

But at this moment, Cheng Zongyang realized that they did exist.

Because he saw them in his body with great clarity.

He was like a child who had just discovered his navel, curiously observing his completely unfamiliar body.

There are twelve main meridians that run up and down, fifteen branches that intersect each other, eight strange meridians, and 361 acupoints that embellish these meridians.

These meridians are intertwined in the body, forming countless channels.

The true energy emitted from the dantian runs on its own along the meridians.

First sink from the dantian to the perineum, then ripples along the spine, all the way to the top of the skull, then flows from the forehead through the eyebrows, from the nose through the tip of the tongue pressed on the upper palate, flows to swallow, goes down the meridians between the chest, and returns to the light red mist in the dantian, and reorganizes into the rotating qi wheel.

As the true qi moves, every cell in the body seems to be growing again, blooming with endless vitality.

The pain in the flesh seemed to disappear, fatigue and hunger disappeared.

That wonderful feeling made Cheng Zongyang almost think that he had gained a new life.

In this dark prison, Cheng Zongyang touched the mystery of life for the first time.

Cheng Zongyang knew that all this was Wang Zhe's legacy.

It was he who spared no effort to spend his true energy to build a foundation for practice for himself, so that he could go beyond the initial ascetic practice and reach the state of introspection and see the meridians in his body with his own eyes.

What Cheng Zongyang didn't know was that the countless auras of death absorbed through the roots of life and death on the battlefield, after the disastrous losses along the way, the rest finally settled in this strange moment and became part of his true energy.

Although small, it has extraordinary significance.