He was already tired.
Tai Yan had no one or anything worth his attachment. His life had long been rotten, broken, and shattered beyond recognition.
The prison was silent. Zhang Daoling huddled in a dark corner and didn't respond to Cheng Ying's words.
Cheng Ying didn't need his response. She just stared aimlessly at the darkness of the dome for a long time.
The oil in the wall lamp ran out, the candlelight became increasingly dimmer, and Cheng Ying's figure leaning on the armchair almost merged into the endless darkness.
But he didn't dare to die.
Cheng Ying covered his eyes with the back of his hand and curled the corners of his lips in the darkness. He was clearly smiling, but there was a moist heat in his almond-shaped eyes.
The smile hidden behind the hand is sadder than crying.
When you die, there is nothing.
Even the memory of Jiaojiao will disappear.
He was barely surviving and living in a numb state, but at least Jiaojiao was alive in his heart, and at least he would not forget Jiaojiao.
Otherwise, he would lose even the remaining love.
He did not believe in the afterlife. He thought that when a person died, he would just turn into ashes. If ghosts and gods really existed, the lives he had taken would have been claimed by evil spirits long ago.
In the past, Fu Chuan firmly believed in materialism. The so-called time travel was nothing but the unknown that had not been explored by human beings, just like the parallel world could not be proven. He always believed that the reason he came to Taiyan was because his brain waves were in resonance with the space-time particles. The so-called soul was nothing but the consciousness generated by brain waves, which was reflected on Cheng Ying in this space due to the reaction of particles.
But as long as Jiaojiao can still appear in his world, he is willing to believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, and is willing to burn incense to worship the gods, just for the love in his heart.
The cell was silent; rats and ants gradually emerged from the dark corners, making rustling sounds.
There were footsteps in the stone corridor, and the rats and ants that had popped their heads out scattered upon hearing the sound and hid in their holes.
The light in the tower was dim, and the mute servant walking down the stone steps would have hardly noticed Cheng Ying's presence if he had not sensed his presence.
Cheng Ying removed Leng Bai's fingers, her gorgeous phoenix eyes were tinged with wet red, in the dim light, there was a kind of thrilling beauty.
He looked at the person who came and pinched his brows: "Did he catch him?"
The mute servant nodded, waved his hand, and pointed above his head: Both of them have been caught and locked in the attic.
"Bring him down." The tiredness on Cheng Ying's face had disappeared, and he turned into the unbridled Cheng Zhangyin again.
Soon, the mute servant carried the two people into the tower and, following Cheng Ying's instructions, dropped them in front of the iron cage. He then added oil to the wall lamp. The flames rose higher and higher, illuminating the dim dungeon as bright as day again.
"Zhang Daoling, do you know this guy?" Cheng Ying grabbed the unconscious Wei Lichu from the ground and said, "This kid is from the Wei family in Pingliang Prefecture. He calls Liu Yu his uncle, so his background is quite extraordinary."
The sound of chains shaking came from deep inside the iron prison. Zhang Daoling stared at Wei Lichu's face with his dim eyes, seeming a little bit unbelievable.
"He came to the Nian Qu Pagoda again and again, probably to rescue you." Cheng Ying said to himself, "Let me guess why he came to rescue you? People say that he is good at refining elixirs and is quite famous in Pingliang Prefecture. He is also a Taoist priest who cheats people. This kid is not very old, it seems that he should be your disciple."
Zhang Daoling gripped the iron chain, kept his lips tightly shut and said nothing, his dirty and messy face revealing no discernible expression.
"The love between master and disciple is really touching." Cheng Ying sighed and patted Wei Lichu on the back.
Wei Lichu groaned and woke up from his coma. His internal organs ached as if they were shattered. He saw everything in front of him clearly. His eyes narrowed and he recognized at a glance that the old man in the iron cage, who was imprisoned with iron chains like a savage, was his master Zhang Daoling.
"Master..." Wei Lichu was hurt by the scene before him. His eyes turned red and his voice was almost choked.
Zhang Daoling trembled all over, his cloudy eyes moved, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Cheng Ying had no patience to watch the deep affection between the two men. He suddenly had a cold dagger in his hand and put it against Wei Lichu's throat without warning. "Zhang Daoling, why don't you also taste my pain?"
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