Chapter 089 Chapter 89

"You finally open your eyes? I thought you were going to pretend to be dead forever!" Furong had been very concerned and had been standing by his bed, staring at him closely. When she noticed that he was about to open his eyes, she came closer, fearing that she had seen it wrong. But after seeing that Li Qingshan really opened his eyes, his face darkened again, and he put on a sinister and cold expression.

Li Qingshan blinked his eyes and said slowly, "It's so dark."

Furong was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said in panic and anger, "Don't try to fool me! There are candles here, how can it be dark? I won't believe your lies easily, you must want to fool me and leave here, I won't let you succeed!"

He immediately opened the door and went out, but from his back he looked like he was running away.

The visual sense of this picture was so strong that Li Qingshan felt like he was in a dream. He closed his eyes in a daze and fell asleep again.

Not long after this time, he quickly felt a strong shaking. He thought it was an earthquake, so he opened his eyes quickly and suddenly saw that it was Furong who was shaking his body.

The sudden shock slowly faded away, Li Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, completely lying on the bed to relax his body, trying to reduce his fatigue and exhaustion, squinting at Furong: "I'm awake, what do you want?"

His voice had a subtle effect, sounding like a sarcasm, Furong immediately let go of him, and he felt himself hit the bed with a bang. His

head seemed to hit the bed board, or maybe the wall, which was very hard, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, tears flowing out.

Furong wanted to mock him, but she saw him crying. She was a little panicked for a moment: "This little pain can make you cry? You are not being kidnapped, are you? Don't scare me!"

Li Qingshan closed his eyes and paused for a while, then slowly smiled: "What good is it for me to scare you? Can I scare you to death so that you can crawl out? I haven't tried it yet! If it really works, I will try it right away."

Although he said this, his voice was very weak, and it can be heard that he was not in good health.

He also noticed it himself and was silent for a while. At this time, Furong was silent like him, as if she had something to hide, and it seemed that he was really hit by something, and she didn't answer for a while.

The room was very quiet, but this silence was like a wave that came down from the sky, suddenly hitting them both.

They couldn't breathe or open their eyes, let alone speak. It was a slow and unquestionable pain. Sorrow spread from the deeper darkness, covering their mouths and noses, dragging them from the land to hell.

This feeling was too painful.

Although Li Qingshan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, he felt as if he was forced to the execution ground. Someone was holding a knife and slowly tortured him. No matter how painful he was, the torture would not stop.

He would be forced to walk towards the death god who was silently watching him all his life not far away, just like when he was alive, he was attracted to death by a powerful force.

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, leaned against the bed, and took a deep breath. Perhaps because he had not eaten, his vision went dark from time to time, and his head felt dizzy with anxiety, as if a rope had hooked his flesh, hooking him into the ground and burying him.

He felt like he had become a fish on a hook, and no matter how hard he struggled, he would be dragged to the ground by the fisherman.

Therefore, he refused to lie down again, and even if he could not see, he was unwilling to close his eyes, because once he closed his eyes, he felt like he was falling into the endless darkness of death again, and it seemed that the god of death was hugging him from behind, dragging him towards the road where he could not turn back.

It was not that he could not accept death, but he hoped that he could do his best to struggle.

He endured the pain in his body, frowned, and said to Furong beside the bed, "I want to eat something."

This was not a request, but a notification.

His tone was very flat, without a trace of ripples, and his voice seemed to come from a glass cover.

Furong was stunned for a moment when she looked at his face, and she found it funny to hear him say that. She stood up, looked down at him, laughed and said, "You are a prisoner now, don't think you are still a prince and noble, and you can order others around at will!"

He left this sentence, which could almost be said to be sonorous and powerful, and turned away without giving Li Qingshan a chance to explain, as if he didn't want to hear Li Qingshan say a word again.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath and felt even more dizzy in his head, like two spinning tops fighting each other, with loud noises and hard textures. It was dizzying to watch and painful to hear.

He raised his head and knocked against the wall with the back of his head, or rather, he bumped into it directly, because he hoped to use the pain to wake himself up a little. He didn't want to go back to sleep, because before the dream was an endless and terrifying darkness.

He didn't think he was afraid of the darkness, nor did he think he felt the darkness and terror because he was locked up here. He thought the darkness and terror was an objective situation, not a subjective judgment, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with staying here.

But he had to admit that he was sleepy, hungry and tired, but he didn't want to sleep. It would not do any good to his body or mind. He knew in his heart that it was another matter to do it.

So he used his spirit to support his body and maintain his rationality, making sure that he was open-eyed. Gradually, he could see a little light in front of him. He turned his head and found that he was staring at the light of the candle.

The candle was placed on the table and had been burning for a while. The tears of the candle dripped down bit by bit, gradually cooled and solidified, looking like an uneven rash, or a bunch of disgusting and dirty lumps, but it was still red. In an instant, it was like a non-existent smell of blood was blowing in his face.

Li Qingshan lay on the bed and vomited. He was not sure whether it was because of the non-existent smell of blood or because he had not eaten for a while and his stomach was upset.

When he recovered, Furong had already appeared in front of him with food. He was stunned for a moment. In fact, after Furong left, he had never thought that Furong would come back, because it was most normal for Furong not to come back.

He had treated Furong with such a bad attitude before, and Furong was powerless to resist him. There was no doubt that she hated him. Even if she didn't hate him, she hated him.

Asking himself, he didn't think that when he was facing a person he hated, he would let that person live for a long time. He thought Furong should think so too. In some ways, they were similar.

So he didn't think Furong should come back.

But Furong came back, which probably proved that Furong was different from him. He felt an indescribable absurdity and a ridiculous sadness, and he didn't know who he was directed at.

He lay on the bed and laughed.

Furong frowned, his face looked very bad, but you could see the concern in his eyes. He didn't want Li Qingshan to die, nor did he intend to torture Li Qingshan in particular, he just wanted to get back at him.

He treated Li Qingshan the same way as Li Qingshan treated him. He said so and did so, and he was absolutely right. From this point of view, he was simply a gentleman who kept his word.

With this kind of character, anyone should praise him, but unfortunately he met Li Qingshan, who hated this kind of person, so Li Qingshan sneered, turned his head away, and didn't want to look at him.

Furong noticed Li Qingshan's disgust for him, and immediately grabbed Li Qingshan's collar, lifted him up, and put him on the bedside, just like putting a light piece of clothing.

Li Qingshan tried to resist, but he hadn't eaten for a long time and his body was too weak to resist at all, so he gave up resisting. This would make him feel better. He was always unwilling to embarrass himself.

Furong also knew this trait of Li Qingshan. With a slightly mocking smile on her face, she took the bowl of warm vegetable porridge, scooped a spoonful of porridge with a snow-white porcelain spoon, scraped the bottom of the spoon on the edge of the bowl, and brought the spoon to Li Qingshan's mouth.

"Eat! Don't you want to eat? The food has been brought to you personally, what else are you dissatisfied with?" Furong's voice was light and fast, mixed with condescending arrogance, disdain, joy of changing positions, and the sneer that still existed.

Li Qingshan felt even more annoyed after hearing what he said. He frowned, closed his eyes, turned his head away, clenched his lips and clenched his teeth, and was not prepared to eat anything.

He thought, the worst that could happen is that he would starve to death. He had been hungry for so long anyway, and it would not matter if he ate a little longer.

Even though he thought so, the aroma of the food still floated over, drilling into his brain from his nose, like a terrible parasite crawling and circling in his brain, gnawing at his wisdom and reason bite by bite.

His body trembled slightly, and he found that he could not only not resist Furong's power, but he might not be able to resist the temptation of food. He felt angry and resentful towards himself.

He bit his lips hard and tasted a bit of rust. It took him a while to realize that his lips were dry because he had not drunk water for a long time. He bit his lips and broke them. Blood came out.

He licked the blood and suddenly felt that blood was not bad. If he was really thirsty and needed to eat something, he could eat himself. In this way, he would have nothing to feel guilty about and would not need anyone. He could be happy.

He could be happy because he did not have to rely on others. He could eat himself bite by bite without anyone's help. He would die soon and be freed. He had nothing to worry about. He

was happy, as if he had foreseen the happiness after death. He was no longer afraid of the dark.

He was even happier that he was gradually returning to normal.

But Furong couldn't stand it.