Chapter 143

In the dungeon in Xiao's backyard, no trace is dying. The blood on the body has dried up, and the broken clothes are tightly adhered to the scars. It is impossible to tell which is the skin and which is the clothes.

The pain of breaking tendons and bones, the heart to heart pain of steel needle stabbing fingers, the soft whip dipped in salt water and other unimaginable means have made it difficult for him to breathe.

Qu Quan looked at traceless, looked at his still bright and clear eyes, looked at his pale, bloodless, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but still so calm, Qu Quan was extremely angry.

He just wanted to find a trace of fear, a trace of pain, even a trace of hatred in his traceless eyes, but there was nothing in his eyes. Yes, just the clear, bright and fearless look.

He didn't know what else to do, or what else to do. But he knew that perhaps any means would disdain the skinny boy in front of him.

How could he have imagined that a 17-year-old boy, who had just spent his 17-year-old birthday in this dungeon, had long been indifferent to life and death.

When I think of my birthday every year, I feel warm in my heart.

That was the most pleasant day for him every year, because that day, he could not drink soup medicine, tie steel needles, read books or practice donkey sword. He can chase the bright moon in the bamboo forest recklessly, play with the monkeys on the mountain carefree, or ride gongsunqi's thief thin donkey recklessly and drink a gourd of wine.

On weekdays, if three poles can't press a fart, Fang doesn't smell it. He will also let two medicine children go to the mountain to hunt pheasants and rabbits to celebrate his birthday.

The bright moon seems to be happier than her birthday. She follows him step by step and is always happy. She will even watch him eat and bite pheasants and rabbits.

What a warm, happy and timid day it was.

But today, it has become his worst birthday in 17 years. Although there were bursts of unbearable pain on his body, what he thought in his heart was the happy days in Meishan Yaoxian valley. When he thought of the warm place, a warm smile appeared on his pale face.

Qu Quan stretched out his hand and gently stroked away the long hair covering his face. In his cold and cold eyes, he gradually showed a trace of horror, a trace of incredible horror.

"As long as you tell the whereabouts of Biluo Heart Sutra and the clues of the remnant map, you can leave here safely without suffering from this flesh and blood."

Qu Quan's words are rare, not as bleak as the cry of an unjust ghost from the underworld, but as warm as flowers in March. But when he spoke, he still bit out word by word. Although it was warm, it was like a stone hitting the traceless heart again and again. It was not painful or uncomfortable.

Traceless raised his head. On his shoulders, he was chained through the lute bone and locked on two stone pillars. The blood on the iron chain has dried up, but the place connected with the flesh and blood is in a mess. I can't bear to witness it.

He moved, his chains jingling, and he looked very harsh in the open dungeon.

"Have you figured it out?"

Qu Quan still bit out word by word, looked at traceless and said.

Traceless suddenly smiled, revealing his teeth, stained with blood. His eyes twinkled and said, "do you have any wine?"

Qu Quan was suddenly stunned. He looked at traceless, stunned and said, "wine?"

"Wine, wine!"

Qu Quan looked at the traceless clear eyes and the sad but sunny smiling face, and gently waved his hand. A disciple of XueYue sect came quickly and bowed to stand.

"Go and prepare a jar of good wine."

Qu Quan was very curious and surprised. What a man on the edge of life and death thinks of is wine.

Traceless still smiled and said calmly, "today is my birthday. How can I have no wine?"

This sentence, speaking lightly, seems that he is not a prisoner, but in the Guiyang building, facing the beautiful Chongling River, waiting for the waiter to deliver good wine and food.

"This is my first birthday in the Jianghu, and it's also the first time I spend my birthday alone. How can I live without wine?"

No trace added. This sentence made Qu Quan move in his heart.

A wandering Jianghu person often doesn't remember his birthday. Even if he does, he often spends it alone.

Qu Quan was like this, but he also felt that traceless's words were reasonable and very reasonable.

Even if you live alone, how can you live without wine?

When the wine was delivered and the wine seal was opened, the smell of wine immediately overflowed in the cold and dark dungeon, showing a trace of warmth.

"Go and prepare two bowls and I'll drink with him."

Qu Quan said to the blood moon sect disciple again.

Traceless smiled again. When two XueYue sect disciples untied his chains and helped him sit at the small wooden table, looking at the jar of wine and four kinds of small dishes, he swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"I've never seen anyone like you. I've seen people who are not afraid of death. I've seen a lot, but I've seen people like you for the first time."

Qu Quan's words are always that rhythm, without ups and downs, and without any feelings. Although it seems to be appreciated, it is still as cold as winter snow.

Traceless arms and hands were unable to carry the bowl of wine, because the iron chain in the lute bone made him unable to exert half his strength.

Qu Quan ordered a disciple of XueYue sect to serve wine and vegetables.

Traceless smiled again, heartless smile. In his memory, this was the first time he had been served like this. He seems to have forgotten the pain, but has a bit of pride and enjoyment.

When several bowls of wine went down, Qu Quan suddenly sighed softly.

This sigh made traceless feel inexplicable. He looked at Qu Quan, who was as pale as himself, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Do you sigh because you can't get what you want from me?"

Qu Quan shook his head slowly, did not speak, but raised the wine bowl, drank it, and then coughed gently.

"Qu Quan has killed countless people all his life. He has never been soft hearted and can't even blink. But now, I suddenly can't bear it. "

"Are you going to kill me?"

Qu Quan stretched out his thin and pale hand, slowly filled a bowl of wine and said, "if you don't say what I want, you must kill me."

Traceless smiled softly and said, "I can't bear it for your sentence. I'll give you a bowl."

One side of the XueYue sect disciple took up the wine bowl, fed it to Wuji and drank it. A trace of sadness flashed in Qu Quan's cold eyes.

The atmosphere in this dungeon is very strange. Two enemies of life and death can sit together and drink. The murderer feels a sense of rabbit death and fox sorrow, and the murdered person is grateful to the people who want to kill themselves.

When Qu Quan came out of the dungeon, he suddenly saw ye Kurong standing quietly not far away, behind him, standing Yin Gou.

"What, did you speak?"

Ye Kurong looked at Qu Quan and asked slowly.

Qu Quan said, "he won't speak."

Ye Kurong's eyes shot a fierce murderous spirit and asked, "did you kill him?"

Qu Quan shook his head gently and said, "my subordinates didn't kill him, but my subordinates know that we can't ask what we want from him."

Ye kuerong thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you another day. If you don't speak again, you'll be killed."

Qu Quan didn't answer, but coldly watched Ye withering away slowly.

In the branch of the beggars' sect, Tang Qi and Yan Kai walk back and forth like ants on a hot pot.

Mu Xue and Zhang Fanzhu looked at them shaking around in front of their eyes, and even felt dizzy.

"Why haven't you heard from these kids?"

He shook and muttered as he spoke. All the disciples of the beggars' sect have been sent out, but no one has returned yet.

Tang Qi shook and sighed, sighing anxiously.

"If you can't save traceless, if you can't save traceless..."

As for what would happen if he couldn't be rescued, he didn't think well. In short, it was very bad.

This one is tall and short, fat and thin. It looks very strange. Suddenly, Tang Qi screamed and fell on his back.

It turned out that the two people walked back and forth here, walking faster and faster, and both of them were thinking about saving no trace. They were almost unaware of their existence to the people around them, and then they collided face to face.

Although Tang Qi is tall, he is as thin as a bamboo pole. Although he is short, he is as fat as a wine jar. How can Tang Qi carry it when he meets him? With a scream, he was bounced back, shook, and fell on his back.

Mu Xue exclaimed, "long bamboo pole?"

He flashed over and saw Tang Qi's eyes confused. He didn't seem to react how he fell. Yankai hurried over and asked, "brother Tang Qi, why did you fall?"

Zhang Fanzhu on one side couldn't laugh or cry.

Just then, a beggar disciple rushed over and shouted, "helmsman, helmsman!"

Yan Kai looked back and asked, "what's the matter? Any news? "

The beggar disciple must have run too fast, sweating and panting.

"Back... Back to the helmsman... Yes... Yes."

Yan opened a pair of pea eyes and suddenly stared. Tang Qi, who was lying on the ground, suddenly bounced up. The four people brushed together and looked at the beggars' sect disciple.

"The disciple met two XueYue sect disciples in Huichun building who were buying wound medicine. The disciple followed them. They were full of complaints. They said they were a dying man. What medicine should they buy? Qu Baofa always kills people without blinking an eye. How can he be so good to that young man. "

The man finally breathed and said in one breath.

He said, "no?"

The beggar disciple was stunned. He reached out and wiped a sweat on his face and said, "also, one of them said, 'Qu protector is really strange. He is still drinking with him in the dungeon."

Mu Xue, Zhang Fanzhu, Yankai and Tang Qi almost said in one voice: "dungeon!"