"Hush, you can't say that. He is your father, and he has already ascended to heaven. He will blame you." Someone quickly covered Zhao Zhaodi's mouth.
Zhao Zhaodi lowered her hand from her mouth and continued, "Every household in our Zhaojia Village has erected a longevity monument for him and burns incense for him every day, but what about him? Why doesn't he come to save us? I hate him!"
It was clearly he who brought this disaster upon himself.
Xiuxiao from Zhaojia Village came out, squatted down, and wiped the tears from Zhao Zhaodi's face, "You can't say these words in the future, otherwise we will end up in a worse situation, do you understand?"
Do those present hate it?
Of course I hate it. In the quiet of the night, when I am suffering, there is no one who does not hate.
They hated Zhao Yi for bringing disaster to the immortal, hated him for not caring about them, and even more hated themselves for drinking the water soaked with the elixir.
But they must keep all of this to themselves and not speak of it aloud.
Firstly, Zhao Yi really became an immortal, they saw it with their own eyes, and they hoped that Zhao Yi would listen to their prayers and come down to save them.
It seems that the reason why they have not been killed yet is that those nobles are jealous of Zhao Yi, the immortal.
If I knew the hatred and slander in their hearts, I would be able to infer that they were not protected by the immortals, and their end would be even more miserable than it is now.
He broke down the interests involved and explained them clearly to everyone, sternly warning everyone not to make the same mistake again.
"I think of a way, maybe we can escape." Zhao Zhaodi said suddenly.
"what?"
Everyone looked at Zhao Zhaodi.
"I have observed that there are two cell bosses guarding us, and they take turns every day. The last time they caught me to bleed me, I heard him persuade the other cell boss not to be delusional. In addition, he always looked worried, so I guessed that someone in his family was sick and he really wanted my blood."
Zhao Zhaodi spoke clearly and her reasoning was reasonable, not like a seven-year-old child at all.
"Is it useful?" someone asked.
"It can't be any worse than it is now."
The next day, Zhao Xiu negotiated with another guard, Li Jailtou.
The prison boss was a filial son. His mother was seriously ill and there was no cure. His parents had already asked him to prepare for her funeral, but he did not give up. Besides, as a prison boss, he knew some secrets.
But even though he knew it, he was just a yamen runner, and the divine blood could not reach him at all.
Now Zhao Xiu wanted to bribe him with divine blood, and he hesitated.
"You can't escape. There are heavy guards outside. If you force your way out, you will be killed."
Zhao Xiu said: "You just need to let us out of this cage. Rather than being treated as blood slaves, we might as well fight to the death. Even if we die, it is worse than living worse than animals. We are the people!"
They may not survive, as a cut of the flesh or a high fever may take a life.
It's just a matter of dying early or late.
The prison boss frowned and thought for a long time, then finally gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay, you wait for my news."
Everyone waited quietly in the prison.
A few days later, late at night, Li Laotou sneaked into the prison, took out his key and opened the cell door. "I got the guard outside drunk. Whether you can escape depends on your luck."
"Thank you."
"What about the divine blood?" Li Laotou took out a porcelain bottle and a dagger.
Hearing this, Zhao Zhaodi took the dagger without changing her expression and resolutely cut her wrist. Bright red blood flowed into the porcelain bottle until it was full. She withdrew her hand, tore off a piece of her clothes, and tightly bandaged the wound.
"Walk!"
More than two hundred people poured out of the cage like a flood and ran towards the door, their faces full of longing and eagerness for their own return.
Because of their large numbers, their escape was still discovered by the guarding soldiers.
"Stop! What?"
"Run separately, as many as you can."
More than 200 people immediately scattered like birds and beasts and fled in all directions.
"Chase!"
The guarding soldiers immediately dispersed and prepared to chase the fleeing villagers.
One after another, many people were caught.
Some could no longer bear it, knelt down and shouted to the sky: "Zhao Yi, where are you, please save us."
"Zhao Yi, did you hear our call? Why didn't you respond to us?"
"Child, come back soon!"
The cries continued one after another, echoing through the sky, and the feeling of sorrow was beyond words.
A soldier stepped forward and kicked 그 down: "Shut up and behave yourself. If you keep making noise, I'll kill you."
The villagers of Zhaojia Village wailed and prayed while being beaten, as if this was their only hope.
The night was originally quiet, but suddenly there was a strong wind, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and lightning flashed through the clouds. Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck the ground from the clouds, creating a small pit on the ground.
The pit was not far from the wailing villagers.
"Zhao Yi responded to us!"
"We are saved, we are saved haha!"
"You are finished, the immortal will definitely punish you severely!"
The villagers of Zhaojia Village seemed to have received a shot of adrenaline, and they rekindled their hope for life.
But this scene almost frightened Prince Duan, who had just arrived.
He was in charge of guarding this group of blood slaves. When he heard that 누그 had run away, he hurried over.
What did he see?
Is the immortal going to punish them?
Finished!
The situation was at a stalemate for a while. The villagers of Zhaojia Village were jubilant, while the imperial guards were at a loss, with panic on their faces.
Gradually, the smiles on the faces of the villagers of Zhaojia Village faded. Apart from the lightning, there was nothing unusual in the sky. It seemed that the previous lightning was just an accident.
"Zhao Yi, child, did you hear our call?"
"Why don't you come down!"
The villagers of Zhaojia Village tried the same old trick again, trying to summon Zhao Yi down.
A fierce look flashed across Prince Duan's eyes, and he made a decision: "Kill, kill them all!"
I wanted to spare their lives, but now it seems that I can't.
If they were really allowed to summon the immortals, they would not have a good ending.
"yes!"
The soldiers raised their knives and swung them at the innocent villagers.
The screams of grief came one after another, and the villagers fell one after another, and their blood dyed the land under their feet red.
When Zhao Niandi and Zhao Zhaodi were escaping, they were caught by a soldier, one by one. The two soldiers kept beating them, but they couldn't break them free.
Zhao Zhaodi bit the other person hard, and the other person pushed her away in pain.
When the other party recovered and was about to grab her again, Zhao Niandi suddenly hugged the other party's thigh and yelled at Zhao Zhaodi: "Go away, go away!"
Zhao Zhaodi's eyes suddenly turned red and filled with tears.
Zhao Niandi: "I want you to go, go!"
Zhao Zhaodi gritted her teeth, gave up the rescue, turned around, jumped into the bushes, and ran away.
The soldier swung his sword and Zhao Niandi fell down. He looked in the direction his sister ran and finally closed his eyes slowly.
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