Scourge Messenger

Chapter 21 Dungeon Changes
When Xue Yan was first tricked into the dungeon, he was not very panicked.

As a noble from Chang'an, he was destined to become a pillar of the imperial court, governing the prefecture, so he was naturally not afraid of these monks. He planned many plans in his mind, waiting for the right time to attack Anguo Temple and let his parents, uncles and aunts know that he had grown up to twelve years old and was no longer a child.

When Xue Yan first learned that the monks were going to starve them, he was a little disdainful. Aside from being punished by his parents for being naughty as a child, Xue Yan had never experienced starvation. He thought that even if he was hungry, it would only be a little greedy. He was already a twelve-year-old man, so of course he could resist this level of greed!

But after not eating for more than a day, all he could think about was the memory of delicious food.

At first, I became hungrier and hungrier, until I couldn't stand it anymore and even wanted to bite my fingers.

Gradually, when Xue Yan felt he had grown accustomed to the hunger, the monks would eat outside the cell. Even if they ate a single peanut, let alone a chicken drumstick, the crisp sound and the melody of the kernel bouncing between his teeth would bring back countless fond memories of his past experiences eating peanuts. Desperate hunger, like a knife, sliced ​​his soul again and again.

At this time, he could only force himself to listen to the nonsense of the new girl next to him.

Among this group of second-generation Chang'an people who like to threaten others with their family background, this girl undoubtedly has a better memory. Xue Yan not only knows that she is the third daughter of the Yang family, but also knows who her grandfather, father, uncle are, how many relatives she has, and what official position they hold. In the end, Xue Yan not only became hungry, but was also forced to learn about the family information of this third daughter of Yang - he didn't even know such a deep understanding of his own family!
In a trance, Xue Yan occasionally recalled the emaciated corpses he saw outside Chang'an, the hungry people who scrambled for the porridge when his family gave it out, the children with straw signs on the roadside, the kneeling men, the women who sold their bodies...

He never understood, nor had any interest in understanding, the suffering of these inferiors. He thought of them as weeds, flourishing with favorable weather and good harvests, but withering in the face of thunder, frost, and snow. If weeds wither, they wither. Who would be saddened by their demise? They'll grow again next year anyway; there's never a shortage of weeds on earth.

Not until he lay in this filthy dungeon reeking of excrement did he realize that he was no more noble than weeds.

He will bow like a weed, sell himself like a weed, and eventually wither like a weed.

The world has abandoned me, and justice has abandoned me.

If the roles were reversed one day, I would also let them know what cruelty is!

Just when the twelve-year-old boy thought he understood the truth of the world, a pair of twin brothers fell from the sky and broke into the cell, interrupting his brewing dark enlightenment.

Although the brothers also lured Monk Benzhi, who was an accomplice of the Tzu Chi Institute, into the conspiracy, Xue Yan still thought they were extremely stupid.

Knowing that this is a trap, why did you come in?
Although reporting to the authorities might not be of any use, if An Liu could make the matter bigger, he might be able to force Anguo Temple to release them.

Not to mention that they actually wanted to block the prison door and starve Benzhi to death - even if they really blocked the prison door and Benzhi really starved to death, what would be the point? Wouldn't the two of them still be trapped here?

Which is more worthwhile, one person suffering misfortune or two people and an enemy suffering misfortune? No matter how Xue Yan thought about it, he felt that An Liu should give up An Wu instead of coming here to live and die together.

Do these common people value their own lives so much?
Moreover, An Wu and An Liu not only offended the bald monks in Anguo Temple by blocking the prison door, but also offended the people in the cell.

Not everyone was so resolute; even Xue Yan himself had given up. Before An Wu and An Liu arrived, some people had begged the monks for food. They were willing to obey, but the Anguo Temple seemed to have a set procedure that required people to be starved for a certain number of days before moving on to the next step.

After Anwu and Anliu blocked the door, not only Benzhi couldn't get out, but the victims couldn't get out either. A day later, seeing that Anwu and Anliu didn't sleep and blocked the door, the monks ate delicious food outside the cell. When Xue Yan and the others were starving, they said, "You will starve to death because of Anwu and Anliu blocking the door."

This trick was effective. Although Xue Yan didn't say anything, everyone else started complaining about An Wu and An Liu.

Seeing that Anwu and Anliu didn't respond, their complaints turned to insults, and insults led to resentment. In the end, they even felt that their hunger was Anwu and Anliu's fault, and they scolded them to get out of the way and stop blocking the door. At this moment, perpetrators and victims were united in their hatred and condemned their common enemy.

However, An Wu and An Liu still did not respond.

Xue Yan really wanted to know how they felt. Emotionally, by trapping Monk Benzhi, they had avenged Xue Yan and his group; logically, by blocking the door, they were also protecting Xue Yan and his group from being captured by the monk.

However, no one appreciates them at all, and everyone hates them for causing trouble for themselves.

Outside the cell, there were the enemies' mockery and abuse, while inside the cell, there were the insults and hatred from their own people. But they were like two reefs, silently enduring all the waves of malice.

No matter how strong the wind and waves are, I will remain unmoved.

Xue Yan's eyes changed from contempt at first to incomprehensible curiosity later.

What are they insisting on?
What are they waiting for?
Who are they...?

By the third day, everyone was tired. Everyone was waiting for the moment when Anwu and Anliu fell. Everyone knew that moment would not be too late - even a messenger could not withstand three days without food, water or sleep.

Xue Yan was lying on the dirty straw. He had not eaten anything and only drank water for six consecutive days. Now, even staying awake was a luxury for him.

I'm going to die, Xue Yan thought.

It’s better this way, he can die with a clear conscience and without insulting the Xue family’s name.

In my next life... I hope to live in a world where no one starves to death...

In a trance, he seemed to see someone walk up to him, and then put a pill mixed with water into his mouth. The pill melted in his mouth and had a strong medicinal taste, but it was not bitter.

thump.

The heart is beating strongly.

The hunger in my stomach quickly subsided, my listless mind gradually became clear, and even this body that had not eaten anything for several days was recovering its strength at an unimaginable speed!

Xue Yan opened his eyes and got up, and saw An Liu mixing water and feeding pills to the people lying on the ground. The people who took the medicine got up one by one. Although they were thin and pale, they had regained their energy and spirit!

"I'm not hungry anymore, I'm not hungry anymore!"

"Give me another one, I feel much better after eating it!"

“What kind of panacea is this?”

"Blood-replenishing pills!" Compared to the bewildered crowd, the knowledgeable Xue Yan spoke the truth: "This is an elixir that can only be produced in secret realms. You actually have so many!"

The movement in the cell naturally attracted the attention of the monks. They saw people who had been hungry for several days getting up one after another, and heard Xue Yan's voice. They immediately realized that something was wrong and planned to act separately, one person watching the cell while the other went up to notify the others.

And at this moment——

call.

With the sound of breathing like a long river, An Wu, who was blocking the prison door, suddenly had muscles that swelled up and veins popped out. Although he still looked like a thin boy, his powerful energy was enough to make it impossible for anyone to ignore his existence!
Any messenger would surely be able to recognize what changes had taken place in An Wu!
"You actually changed your job!?" The monk couldn't believe it. "In this place, at this time, how is it possible—"

Zheng!
An Wu suddenly had a straight iron knife in his hand. He swung out two crescent-shaped blade beams, instantly cutting through the iron bars of the cell!

(End of this chapter)