Chapter 85: On the Brink of Death (Seeking Flowers and Subscriptions)

  In the spotless corridor, the marble floor echoed with crisp footsteps of leather shoes, neither fast nor slow, with a strong sense of rhythm. Five figures walked towards the small black house at the end of the corridor, Zhao Heng walking in the middle, flanked by two prison guards dressed in neat uniforms, all keeping silent as they walked.

  "Clang----clang----"

  The prison guard respectfully opened a black iron gate. In this world, the winner is king and the strong are respected. Zhao Heng cut off nearly a hundred Qing Bang disciples' hands and went on a killing spree in the prison cafeteria, also turning against the scar-faced men that the guards had always feared. They didn't dare yell at Zhao Heng.

  Not to mention the unpredictable Du family relationships!

  The prison guard waved his left hand: "Please!"

  Zhao Heng's calm gaze swept over the prison guard, who immediately lowered his head and retreated two steps, not daring to look straight at him. Just as Zhao Heng was about to enter, he suddenly caught a faint hum coming from a solitary cell next door, which was a maximum-security cell in the adjacent small black house, with thick bars that were even thicker than an arm.

  It was just that it didn't have the confinement of a small black room, Zhao Heng subconsciously focused his gaze and looked over, under the scan, his body couldn't help but shake, he suddenly discovered that it was someone he knew, Zhou Qixuan, the brocade-clad imperial guard who had fought with him in the alleyway back then, but he no longer had the heroic spirit of his former days.

  "How did he end up here? How did it become like this?"

  Zhao Heng's gaze fell upon the war general, Zhou Qi Xuan, who was leaning against the left wall, basking in the faint white light. His clothes were tattered and his expression was haggard, with over a dozen scars clearly visible on his body. The handcuffs and shackles on him were thicker and larger than usual, making it seem like he had endured immense torture. At this moment, he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

  If Ru Nai hadn't caught a glimpse of his usual haughty smile, Zhao Heng would have thought he had mistaken the person.

  He turned his head towards the prison guard: "How did that man get caught?"

  The prison guard didn't want to answer this sensitive question, but in order to get Zhao Heng locked up as soon as possible, he forced a wry smile and replied: "I don't know why he was arrested either, I only know that the higher-ups want to keep him under strict surveillance, can't escape or die, his injuries..."

  "It has nothing to do with us, they were all here before we came in!"

  He added a few more sentences: "However, with the cold wave coming in recent days, he seems to have had his resistance lowered due to his injuries and has been running a fever. Last night, he was talking nonsense, and we originally wanted to invite a doctor over to diagnose him, but it wasn't approved by the higher-ups, who decided to let him fend for himself."

  "In short, without an order from above, no one can get close to him."

  "Go get some fever-reducing medicine."

  Zhao Heng turned around and walked towards the cell door. As the prison guard was momentarily stunned, his hand had already snatched a gun: "Quickly! I just want to help him bring down the fever. If you think it's troublesome, then I'll directly blast open the iron door and go in! You should know that I have this kind of ability."

  The prison guards looked at each other in dismay, wanting to draw their guns to intimidate but not daring to, Zhao Heng's strength was not something they could contend with. It was a bit unpalatable to yield like this, but when Zhao Heng transformed the police gun into a pile of parts and then turned the parts back into a gun, they felt that compromise wasn't necessarily a bad thing after all.

  Besides, it's just finding some antipyretics for Zhou Qixuan to take.

  One of the white-haired prisoners took a deep breath: "I'll go get it."

  His mouth corners twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth to go to the infirmary for medicine and water. The other three were tense, their hands on their gun holsters staring at Zhao Heng. They just wanted Zhao Heng to enter the small black room as soon as possible, complete the difficult task and leave. After all, no one wanted to provoke this hot potato.

  "The medicine has arrived."

  The prison guard was particularly efficient when it came to matters concerning his own future. Before long, he had fetched a box of antipyretics, a bottle of purified water and some wound medication. Without waiting for Zhao Heng to say anything, he opened the iron gate and walked in, anyway Zhou Qixuan was locked up.

  Medicine was stuffed randomly into Zhou Qi Xuan's mouth, and clean water was also poured in. The wound medicine was placed beside him, it was unclear whether it was the effect of the medicine or the nourishment of the water, but with his eyes closed, Zhou Qi Xuan opened them again, a flash of sharp light passed by, like the flames of burning paper money on the night of July 14th in the village.

  Dark energy is burning!

  The prison guard's body shook with fright and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

  He then busied himself locking the door, and Zhou Qixuan looked over in the direction of the sound. He saw Zhao Heng being stared at by the prison guard, and his expression slightly froze, seemingly very surprised to see Zhao Heng here. Afterwards, he seemed to sense something from Zhao Heng's kind and gentle smile, and he winked at him twice.

  There was no language, but Zhao Heng clearly knew that it was a thank you, and Zhou Qixuan also understood in his heart that these medicines and water were Zhao Heng's doing. After all, Zhao Heng was the only familiar person he met in prison. Then, the weak him heard Zhao Heng say faintly: "Live well!"

  Zhou Qi Xuan gazed at his former opponent, forcing out a bitter smile.

  A slight nod, a hundred complex thoughts!

  "Hey, Heng Shao, he's taken his medicine and had some water."

  The prison guard hesitated for a long time before shouting out: "I've also taken some wound medicine, shouldn't you be going in now?"

  Zhao Heng didn't enter the black room, making them feel unsafe all along. Heaven knows if this kid would suddenly go berserk. Zhao Heng nodded slightly and didn't make things difficult for the cooperative prison guard anymore. He twisted his neck and slowly walked into the legendary black room. The small black room was 1.2 meters high, with a space of only one square meter inside.

  Not much different from the coffins buried in the countryside in the old days.

  Zhao Heng saw the bloodstains on the wall through the light from outside, and vaguely made out some words written in blood on the left corner of the wall. Zhao Heng carefully identified them, silently reciting "Shēng—bù—rú—" in his heart, but the last word was already unclear due to its age.

  But Zhao Heng was able to guess what the character was.

  Death!

  He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

  The prison guard carefully removed the handcuffs from Zhao Heng's feet, then turned around and gently closed the door. A clang sounded, and the light in the small black room slowly disappeared with the closing of the small iron door, getting darker and darker. When the last ray of light disappeared, the small black room was plunged into total darkness.

  It's pitch dark!

  Zhao Heng leaned against the cold wall of the small black house, using his limbs to feel the boundless darkness. The black room was very quiet, so quiet that it was terrifying, and all Zhao Heng could hear was his own breathing sound. He felt like he was in an endless universe, and he himself was like a speck of dust floating aimlessly.

  Lonely, helpless!

  The only thing that made Zhao Heng feel like he was still alive was the sound of his own heartbeat.

  The prison guard who was eavesdropping outside shook his head slightly: It's also unknown what Zhao Heng did to offend Zhao Siqing, causing the latter to use the small black room to torture Zhao Heng. However, they didn't discuss it further as both Zhao Heng and Zhao Siqing had some connection with the Du family, which made it a family matter. He was afraid that if he spoke out of turn, he would invite trouble!

  As time ticked away, the boundless darkness and silence pierced Zhao Heng's soul like a needle, but he didn't flinch. He was as calm as an old monk in meditation. In his heart, he knew that in this dimly lit and cramped environment, the more one struggled, the more fearful they would become.

  Because you never know when the darkness will end, and you never know how much time has passed, that endless, unknowable darkness is something that few people can withstand. This kind of mental torture is far more powerful than physical harm, it's a deadly technique used in every prison.

  However, Zhao Heng was not afraid, on the contrary, he raised a smile:

  "Uncle Feng, you really are a genius."

  A long time ago, Uncle Feng dug a hole in the mountain to train Zhao Heng to overcome darkness and increase his endurance. Except for necessary air holes, it was almost like being buried alive. He repeated this process several times over the course of a year, until he could finally withstand seven days and nights of extreme torture.

  So Zhao Heng believed that he could also hold out for seven days, and this period of time was enough for Ye Shixi to do things. He had also made up his mind that if there were no reinforcements after three days, he would think of a way to break through the siege. Three days' time was enough for outsiders to do many things, and it could also explain many things.

  Especially the hearts of all parties.

  He rolled his tongue and spat out a small iron wire, which was cut off with a thin knife in the cafeteria. With this thing, handcuffs and shackles can't hold him back, and the little black room will have loopholes when the prison guard comes to deliver food. Therefore, Zhao Heng is very calm and composed, analyzing the current situation with an even mind.

  Zhao Heng thought of Ye Shishi, her stunning beauty, the power of the First House, even her delicate feet, but he didn't feel much joy in his heart. On the contrary, after a moment's thought, Zhao Heng became solemn and felt that Ye Shishi was using him as a pawn.

  At least, Ye Shi didn't try his best to save himself.

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