win the hairpin

Chapter 271 Yinxiao
The humidity is getting heavier and heavier, and there is a thunderstorm outside, and another heavy rain is coming.

Lying down, Yin Xiao felt that all his internal organs had been moved, his bones all over his body seemed to be shattered, and his hands and feet were in severe pain, as if someone had dismantled them and put them back on again.

But he can bear these pains, since he will not die, then he will live, relying on this breath to live on, and run away again like before.

His breathing was deep at times and shallow at times. When it was deep, his bones were tingling his internal organs;

After another hour passed, his breathing finally returned to normal, and his body no longer felt like the cold wind rushing around, but warmed up.

Just increased pain and hunger.

Four hours after he woke up, he suddenly heard footsteps.

With the sound of the door opening, the sky light from outside suddenly poured in, covering the room in an instant, and Yin Xiao took advantage of this short moment to see his situation through the slits in his eyes.

There are big raindrops outside, thunderbolts falling, strong winds whistling past, high mountains and cliffs, all blocked by night and rain, making it impossible to see, and even the direction cannot be identified.

Just for a moment, Yin Xiao knew that he couldn't recognize the situation outside, so he immediately looked back and landed on Tonghe at the door.

When he saw the bronze crane for the first time, the bronze crane was taller than him, but now, after a few years of happy life, he has grown taller than the bronze crane.

Tong He was lifeless and expressionless, no one would pay attention to what he looked like, they would only be shocked by his ashen-like expression, and they dared not even meet his eyes.

It seems that once he is swept by his eyes, he will also become a wood sculpture and clay sculpture.

He was holding a wooden bucket in his hand, and there was a long-handled wooden spoon in the wooden bucket, which was a mixture of rice, vegetables, and soup.

Yin Xiao's gaze disappeared as soon as it was touched, and then scanned his surroundings.

This is a dilapidated wooden house, the roof leaks, and there is an algae well on it. Although the color has been mottled and no decoration can be seen, it must not be an ordinary house. There are windows in the house, and the windows are tightly nailed by wooden boards, so that no light can penetrate. Come in.

He was not the only one in the room, and there were two corpses. The corpses were newly dead. The stiff corpses were wrapped in rough linen clothes. Judging by the clothes, they were either woodcutters who went up the mountain to chop wood or hunters.

The ground is also wet, not only the tide from the rain, but also bloodstains criss-crossing. Countless lives died in this room, and no one found it.

Yin Xiao saw all this in a blink of an eye, the door closed again, and the room became dark again.

In the darkness, the footsteps of copper cranes sounded.

His footsteps are very light, and the sound of each step is the same, even the interval between the steps is the same, which takes a long time to train.

In extreme darkness, consistent footsteps can measure distance and avoid being noticed by the enemy.

He was obviously familiar with this room to the point where he could walk in the dark, carrying a wooden barrel, walked to the corner, lit two oil lamps, and then, under the weak yellow light of the oil lamps, he walked up to Yin Xiao.

Leaning over and looking at Yin Xiao emotionlessly, he checked Yin Xiao's injuries.

The flickering flames blurred Yin Xiao's face, making him look thinner and dirty. His face was covered with blood stains. Occasionally, where there was no blood, it was also bruised and swollen. His eyes were even more swollen and tall, and he barely opened them. There is also only one line left.

The wounds on his body had been roughly treated, and the broken bones were clamped with wooden boards and wrapped in fine cloth, but he was still in a mess, and his clothes had become hard boards one by one because of the blood.

Because Zhang Xutang didn't let him die, he survived. Tonghe carried out Zhang Xutang's order not to let him die and let him go home.

After checking, the copper crane reached out to hold the long-handled wooden spoon, scooped out a spoonful of food that could be called hogwash, and poured it three steps in front of Yinxiao's head.

"eat."

An emotionless voice came out of his throat. The sound alone did not represent any of his emotions, and it was so flat that it made people feel chills down the back.

Yin Xiao used all the strength he had cultivated just now, and turned over. Once his back was turned upside down, he immediately felt the weight of his body squeezing his internal organs, and the thin air in his lungs was exhaled from his mouth, feeling suffocated. Strikes again.

His eyes turned black from the pain, for a moment, he even forgot to breathe, and just tried his best to calm his pain.

Then he moved his two legs, propped himself up with his legs and crawled forward a little bit, to the edge of the spoonful of swill.

No matter how painful he was, he didn't make a sound. This was not because of his innate tenacity, but because Han Beiqu didn't allow it.

The dead man can only be quiet. Once he makes a sound, he expresses his pain and illness. He is making a human sound. Han Beiqu will not take pity on the wounded.

If he died, he was buried.

If it was half dead, it was also buried.

Kicking his legs, he squirmed to the side of the food, opened his mouth, and slowly licked the food with his head down.

The food is not rotten, but after the wind and rain, it has long lost its heat, coupled with the dirty blood and long-lasting stains on the ground, it has become an unbearably filthy thing.

This is not what people eat, it is what pigs and dogs eat.

But Yin Xiao is not picky. If he wants to survive, he must eat. Not only must he eat, but the more he eats, the better. If he doesn't eat, will Tonghe give him good food?
will not.

People who want to become dead men eat like this, they all bend their knees, bend their backs, and hang their heads like this.

This is the first step in breaking the mind.

Yin Xiao can bear it, he thinks of the eldest lady in his heart, and there is light in his eyes. As long as he can live, even if he lives in hell, he will go out one day.

If he can escape once, he can escape the second time.

The copper crane looked at him without any emotion. Seeing that the food on the ground was clean, he stretched out his hand slowly, scooped out a second spoonful, and poured it on the ground.

It wasn't until Yinxiao couldn't eat anymore that Tonghe took the bucket aside, sat down cross-legged, and took out a bunch of candied haws from his arms.

This is "sweet mouth", and the winner can sweeten his mouth.

Han Beiqu died, but his soul was engraved on Tonghe forever. He kept in mind all the teachings of Han Beiqu and carried it out firmly, becoming one of the masterpieces of Hanbeiqu.

Looking at this bunch of candied haws, Yin Xiao's whole body was icy cold, even the trace of heat brought by the food dissipated without a trace.

He felt like he was reliving a nightmare.

The eyelashes stuck by the black blood trembled, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

Just after he closed his eyes, Tong He raised his hand expressionlessly, and stabbed the pointed candied haws towards Yin Xiao's eyes.

Just when the bamboo tip was about to pierce Yinxiao's eyelids, Yinxiao rolled around abruptly, but the bamboo stick didn't enter Yinxiao's eyes, and Tonghe slowly withdrew his hand, eating the candied haws again with relish.

"can not sleep."

Can eat, drink, stretch, but not sleep.

(End of this chapter)