There's something wrong with the general.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, with the future uncertain, Wen Yuxi actually felt a little drowsy from the shaking of the carriage.

He yawned.

His wrists felt much more comfortable after the man called "General" removed the handcuffs from him.

He also hurriedly untied the rope tied around his ankles.

He was just about to do the same thing to make the woman relax, but the rope was tied in some knot that he couldn't untie.

Wen Yuxi pulled out the dagger hidden on his body and scratched the rope, but it didn't leave a mark.

It's so weird.

He suddenly remembered that since he came in, the woman had said that the rope was extremely strong and could not be broken free, so he should save his energy.

But he just moved slightly and the rope on his ankle came loose.

Wen Yuxi thought about it carefully. It was the same as before. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't untie the rope.

Could it be that person...

But that's impossible. He untied the rope on his hands, put his hands on the ground, and stood up and left.

Wen Yuxi thought carefully, and suddenly, his heart beat violently.

It suddenly came to mind that when the man stood up, his feet suddenly felt hot.

I was so nervous at the time that I didn't think much about it.

Now that I think about it, maybe it was that person who helped him untie the rope a little?

But why should he help himself?

Wen Yuxi sighed secretly, it seemed that the person was not Wen Qianyi.

Ever since he came to this strange world, every time he saw Wen Qianyi, he always looked calm and composed.

He was a little thin and looked sick. His body temperature was always lower than that of an ordinary person. His palms were cold and his body was also cold.

So, how could that person be him?

When Wen Yuxi thought of this, he felt relieved.

This shows that he was not involved, and at least he felt a little more comforted.

People are all made of flesh and blood. If we treat each other sincerely, how can we not demand 100% sincerity from the other party?

I feel a little cold.

"We should be almost at the top of the mountain," the woman said suddenly.

The temperature dropped significantly, and she curled up in a corner.

Wen Yuxi also felt a chill, especially since iron has excellent thermal conductivity. Now his body was pressed against the iron cage, and he was almost numb from the cold.

He stood up, holding onto the iron cage, and rubbed his palms together to warm his body.

As soon as he stood up, Mr. Cui San called out, "Brother Wen, I'm shivering with cold. Could you help me up?"

Mr. Cui San looked like that because he was thrown in by someone.

Maybe there are some bruises on your body.

Wen Yuxi bent down in the dark and took a few steps towards him, and his hand felt something cold.

Because he couldn't see anything, he groped around with his hands for a few times before he could figure out which was his arm and which was his palm.

"Brother Wen, your hands are so hot, please help me cover my ears!" Master Cui San was full of joy and shouted in surprise.

He was afraid that Wen Yuxi would not help him, so he hurriedly said pitifully: "My ear is pressed against the iron cage and I am almost frozen. Brother Wen, please help me."

The woman looked at the two men in surprise, her eyes drifting back and forth between them, and finally turning into a stagnant pool.

Wen Yuxi rolled his eyes and said, "Where is your moral integrity, Mr. Cui San!"

But he still worked hard to help him up and let him lean against the corner.

"Master Cui, you'd better be patient. Although it's cold now, you can still feel the breath of life. When you reach the top of the mountain, you won't know whether you are dead or alive. Just be patient!"

Mr. Cui San, with his ears red from the cold, looked helpless and thought to himself, "He still remembers the old grudge."

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

He seemed to have changed, becoming like he was when he was a child.

Ever since Mr. Cui San broke off his relationship with Wen Yuxi, he was always puzzled when he thought about how his adorable friend from childhood had turned into such a disgusting person.

Just a while ago, he had the idea of ​​playing a prank in front of Qibao Pavilion and lured people there, intending to watch him lose every time gambling again.

At that time, there was something unspeakably wrong with Wen Yuxi.

Maybe others can't see the difference, but he fought with him for many years in the first half of his life, and he can always see through "Wen Yuxi's" clear thoughts.

It's funny, he always has evil intentions and always does crooked things.

At that time, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he followed the example of those bad people and caused trouble everywhere.

It's strange that General Wen, who doted on him when he was young, seemed to have given up on him and didn't care about him anymore.

But since he was his good brother, he naturally couldn't bear to see him fall into depravity, so he found a reason to oppose him in every way.

But "Wen Yuxi" became possessed and became bad, and he could no longer see himself clearly and could not understand why he became like that.

The warm hands brought his thoughts back to the past. Past grudges were emerging in his mind when he was suddenly pulled up from the ground.

He stood up, but because his ankles were tied, he couldn't stand steadily and half of his body leaned against the man.

Wen Yuxi tapped his forehead in a familiar manner and said speechlessly, "What are you thinking about? You are so lost in thought. You are standing still. You are so heavy."

In the darkness, Third Master Cui couldn't see his face, but he could tell from his voice where he was speaking. He turned around, facing him, and said stubbornly, "I'm not unsteady at all. My legs were numb just now. Help me stand straight, and I'll stand on my own."

"Also. Don't hit me in the head!"

Wen Yuxi looked up at the sky, speechless.

After he straightened up Master Cui San, he stood side by side with him.

He couldn't really leave him alone. If he fell again, his handsome face would be in trouble again.

There's nothing we can do about it, Wen Yuxi is obsessed with looks!

Wen Yuxi nudged Mr. Cui San with his elbow: "Do you want to leave any last words?"

The Third Master Cui sneered, "What last words are you leaving? The old fortune teller said I will be rich and live a long life. Don't worry, I will definitely escape this danger."

Wen Yuxi smiled and whispered to himself, "Feudal superstition is unacceptable!"

The two of them exchanged a few words, but the woman remained quiet.

This isn't right.

He couldn't help but put away his smile, slowly walked to the woman, squatted down and asked softly: "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

The woman didn't respond at all.

Wen Yuxi looked solemnly at the corner where the woman was sitting, and whispered, "Miss, I'm sorry."

He slowly extended his hand and pointed it towards the woman's nose, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness.

My fingers accidentally touched a piece of skin, which was icy cold, not like the temperature of a living person.

Wen Yuxi had a bad feeling in his heart. He quickly held the woman's head and put his finger towards her nose.

There was no breath there anymore.

He didn't give up and felt the woman's pulse again, but the pulsation at her wrist had stopped.

My heart suddenly trembled.

How could he die? He was talking just now.

When Mr. Cui San saw that he hadn't said anything for a long time, he felt something was wrong and was about to ask.

"She's dead."