Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Snow Prison

"I heard that the girl Youcao, the master doesn't want any rewards from her, yet she still asks to serve the eldest son in the Snow Prison!" "It's really courageous... That big boy who looks like a monster is said to want to eat her!" "Yes, yes, that day, I was really scared to death..." "It seems that the girl Youcao is a little crazy because she has been with the eldest son for too long." Carrying the food box in his hand, he walked through the long corridor and vaguely heard the discussions of the maids. She just bowed her head and walked silently.

The wound on the ear has almost healed, however, every time I think of the way he looked at her for the last time that day, my heart seems to be cut open bloody again. The young master was locked in this snow prison—that cold and claustrophobic underground chamber. There are basalt walls on three sides, and on one side, a thick iron door separates everything outside, leaving only a small window less than one foot square, which can be explored. A long and narrow gap under the door is a drawer for food delivery. Old Pavilion Master Xie assured everyone in the Wulin that his son was well guarded in a place where no flies could fly, and that he would never come out again to cause harm to the Wulin...

Because my son is crazy, what he does has nothing to do with Tripod Sword Pavilion... From now on, I promise, Gouzi will never go out to mess around again. With some helplessness and pain, the old pavilion master explained to those leading figures in the martial arts who came to reason, and then took those people to visit the son who was imprisoned in the iron door of the secret room. While those people were peeping through the small window, the person inside stood up frantically, laughed loudly, and desperately tore the iron shackles that penetrated his body. "It turns out that he is really a lunatic..." Those people, after seeing the young master of Dingjiange who was tightly locked up, sighed in a daze—since they are a lunatic, then those revenges are also revenge. Terrible.

Looking in through the small window, under the gloomy light, she saw heavy iron chains locking his hands and feet, and two other iron chains pierced through his left and right collarbones, nailing him alive. Within a radius of three feet.Just a little bit of effort is painful. Where the iron shackles passed through, his wounds were all festered. Even though his pale face showed no expression, the smell of pus filled the entire dungeon, which could not be concealed. He no longer wants to talk to her, nor eat or drink anything. Youcao went to ask the master to find a doctor to treat the young lord's injury, but the master smiled faintly and said, "Yuan'er is simply a monster. How did he die with such a little injury? You don't have to worry too much, this son, I Let’s pretend it’s gone..." She lowered her head, bit the corner of her mouth, and said softly, "Master, the young master is not afraid of death, but—he is a clean freak! This is more painful than killing him!" However , the master has turned his head and laughed with the manager.

——Of course the master should be happy, because after Fang Tianlan's death, the position of the leader of the martial arts this year, nine out of ten, should be the owner of the Ding Jiange. Seeing the father's indifference, compared with his kindness before, Youcao finally knew vaguely that the pavilion master was deliberately humiliating this rebellious son... The old pavilion master... is really cruel.Although I can't let my son kill people indiscriminately, but after all, he is his own flesh and blood. Could it be that after being locked up, he doesn't even care about life and death?

She's just a servant... so what. What's more, if the young master is imprisoned, at least, he will not kill anyone again.That's a good thing - so, I'm doing the right thing. She said this to herself over and over again. It was a full moon last night, and according to the usual practice, he was going to kill—however, he was locked on the stone wall!All night long, the sound of his struggling and screaming kept her awake at night. She sat up in the middle of the night, crying bitterly outside the thick iron gate, beating desperately, calling for the people inside, but the crazy man didn't answer.I just sang wildly inside, and I couldn't tell whether it was crying or laughing in the voice.

If you really have to kill...if you don't kill the young master, you will die—then, why not kill me. But... this is not something that can be solved by her death alone.He's still going to kill... The young master is already a blood-drinking devil. "Young master, it's time to eat." However, the people inside the iron gate remained silent as usual. She stood on tiptoe and looked through the window, and saw him in the dim light, leaning against the cold rock wall in shackles, looking at the corner of the room, not knowing what to think, but frowning slightly, only felt the wrinkles between his brows It's like a knife carving.

He became thinner and thinner, and his cheeks sunken deeply.He remained motionless all day long, standing up occasionally, but frantically pulling the iron shackles that locked his whole body.However, because it passed through the shoulder blades, he couldn't exert any strength with his hands.Before the hands were raised above the shoulders, they slumped down, so while laughing and tearing the muscles on the back of the shoulders, he coughed violently. "Young master, eat something." She caressed the cold iron door and advised softly.Before he could say a word, he suddenly grabbed the food delivered under the door, laughed, and threw it at her fiercely.

Youcao dodged subconsciously, but the bowl and chopsticks fell to the ground after less than three feet - with his current strength, he couldn't even throw a bowl!Looking at the bowl that fell on the ground, even he was taken aback for a moment, then he raised his head and laughed again, coughing while laughing, and suddenly he bent down and curled up into a ball. "Young master! What's wrong with you? Are you feeling bad?!" She grabbed the edge of the small window, crying, "Stop laughing, young master! Please don't laugh like that!... I know you didn't Crazy! Please..." The violent coughing and laughing stopped in an instant, and at that moment, the secret room was suddenly empty and scary.

"Hahahaha...you say I'm not crazy now?" After a moment of silence, the man laughed again, but the laughter was extremely angry and desolate. Then, he turned his head slowly and looked at the maid in the window with tears in her eyes. His face was clear and indifferent like ice and snow: "Why? Youcao?" She looked at the dimly lit secret room, and in that corner, the quiet little girl like a white chrysanthemum slowly reappeared, with her head lowered, her face covered by her loose hair, and she stood there shyly. Sister... the gentle eyes of the green-clothed maid suddenly shone like a sharp sword!

"Because, young master, you killed my sister...you killed my sister!" "Don't look at me like that! Of course you can't remember!" "You have to kill people every month, and you are so crazy that you don't recognize your relatives. How many people have you killed in the past twenty years, I'm afraid you have forgotten it?" "But... I only have one older sister!" Tears welled up in her eyes, and the man in the darkness looked at her blankly, the sharpness in his eyes gradually dimming: "Youcao..." He suddenly whispered something like a sigh. "My sister was only thirteen years old at that time, and she came to serve the young master, and you killed her the very night she came!" "The old pavilion master asked us to go in to collect the corpse... I went in, entered the dark room, and suddenly encountered blood on my hands—it was my sister! My sister was hung on the wall! A sword was nailed to her throat... " "Her face is so distorted and terrible—" "That young master must not be human! He must be a lunatic! I thought so when I was eleven years old." "Later, the old pavilion master appointed Axiu to be your new maid. Axiu was so afraid that she would die, so I said to the old pavilion master, let me go...Axiu is younger than me." "But I didn't expect to be able to live by your side for so many years..." That person finally lowered his eyes. At that moment, he was unprecedentedly quiet and silent. "Maybe——I'm really crazy?" In the darkness, he suddenly said to himself. "The young master is not crazy... the young master is just sick." Youcao's voice choked up, "That night, I heard what the master said to you, and then I realized that you can't control yourself—seeing your sickness. With that look, I suddenly realized that the young master has also suffered a lot..." "At first, I thought you deserved to die, young master... But it's not your fault to suffer from such a disease!" "But no matter what, the young master can no longer be allowed to kill people... no one can die anymore!" "That's why... I told everyone that you are crazy." "In this way, the old pavilion master will finally be ruthless and won't let you kill someone..." "Young Master, Youcao just hopes that you will not kill anyone in the future... After all, the old pavilion master is your biological father. He will definitely find someone to cure your illness. Youcao... No matter what, I will be here with you .” In the silent room, her voice slipped down like a clear spring, soft and firm. "Ha, haha..." Lowering his head, the silent Xie Shaoyuan suddenly laughed again, and his voice was once again uncontrollably crazy. "Young master? Young master!" She called out in panic and worry. "—Who said that bastard Xie Qingyun is my father?! He is not my father at all! I am not his son at all!" Looking up and laughing, the young master of Dingjiange's eyes were burning with fire. He turned his head and stared at him viciously. Youcao asked: "Which father would poison his own son with blood? What father would have the heart to let his son become a medicine man?!" "I'm not his son at all, not at all!" "That day I asked him why he poisoned me with blood. The old fox smiled and said to me through voice transmission: 'You are just an abandoned baby picked up by the side of the road! Your roots are so good, how can you not be a medicine man? Isn’t it a pity? Haha! Shaoqing is my only son, everything about me, including what you bought with flesh and blood, will belong to him in the future!’” "But on the surface, that beast in clothes looked at me and said to everyone: 'Poor boy, you're sick and you just need medicine. Take medicine and you'll be fine...'" "I'm going to kill him! I know he's provoking me on purpose, but I really want to kill him!" "Even if others think I'm really a lunatic who killed my father!" "Ha ha ha ha!" He laughed loudly, coughed violently again, and bent down.The iron chain on the shoulder kept shaking, and there was blurred flesh and pus oozing out from there. "..." For a moment, she was speechless. All the while, I felt a little strange in my heart: Why did the old pavilion master deny Fang Tianlan in front of everyone when he clearly ordered the young master to kill Fang Tianlan.Moreover, although he is so kind to the young master on weekdays, he does not allow the second son to get close to the young master—— "Shaoqing, your eldest brother is not the same kind of person as you! Don't mess with him!" It seems that, all along, the old pavilion master has deliberately created an impression to the outside world - his eldest son is a lunatic... The old pavilion master is not ashamed, intentionally or unintentionally, he said that in front of everyone again and again . Ever since he imprisoned the young master in Snow Prison, he has almost regarded this son as a prisoner. Youcao's face was as pale as snow, in a trance, suddenly saw in the corner of the dark room, the illusory figure of the girl in white gradually raised her head, and smiled at her - with a sword stuck in her throat, that smile was sad and ironic. elder sister? am I wrong?Am I really terribly wrong? Damn it, it's the old pavilion master, isn't it?He killed everyone, including his "son"! "Of course, you don't have to believe what I said... Anyway, I'm just a lunatic!" He said with a slight sneer, the wrinkles between his brows were like knife-cuts, and he lowered his head again, coughing violently. "I believe you." She murmured in a trance, shaking her body for a while, feeling powerless, so she leaned against the iron gate: "But... now I believe... what's the use? Haha " With a snow-white complexion, she suddenly lowered her head and laughed inexplicably... It turns out that everything she did couldn't escape the calculation of turning one hand into another?Was all her hard work, all her struggles for so many years in vain? For the first time, even she couldn't suppress the sadness and anger that she wanted to laugh out loud... It turns out that Changge can be called crying. "It doesn't have to be like this, Youcao... As long as there is one person who believes, I won't be crazy." In the darkness, that person said suddenly. Clutching the iron grille on the small window, she lowered her head and began to cry.