By decree and pro

Is it possible that Usman dislikes him for being too able to endure?So send an assassin for fun?

Suddenly, the strong man turned around and walked towards Ilya in the opposite corner.

Yan opened his eyes and reached out to touch the hidden weapon in his arms.After discovering that there was a wall ladder in the prison, he secretly peeled off a chopstick-thick wooden strip from the wall ladder, and used sand and gravel to grind out the pointed end, which can be used as a dagger.

When there is no skill, defensive weapons are essential.

"My little darling, I want to die if I don't see you for a day..." The man pressed the sleeping Ilya under him, and Ilya woke up with a start.

"...You, why did you come here?!" Ilya wanted to get up, but was roughly pushed to the ground by the man sitting on his waist.

"Why can't you come, this is my territory!" The man tugged on Ilya's clothes, "Be more honest for me."

"No, it won't work here!" Ilya was terrified, Yan was still here.

"Why not? Tsk, you won't have a crush on that kid, will you? Let me tell you, he's a short-lived ghost." The man cursed roughly, "You son of a bitch, don't forget who is your boss! "

"I didn't... really can't, please!" Ilya lowered her voice very low, snap!The man slapped Ilya hard.

Ilya hugged her head and trembled uncontrollably.

"Be honest if you don't want to be beaten." The man straightened up and said, "I can... woo woo!"

The man suddenly went berserk, scratching his neck vigorously with both hands, and there were bloodstains on his chin. Seeing this terrifying scene, Ilya shrank back in fright.

Through the dim night light, Ilya saw Yan's face appearing behind the man, his eyes were as cold as frost.

Yan squatted behind the man, a black cloth wrapped around the man's neck, and tightened repeatedly in Yan's hands.

"...Uh." The man's face was bruised and purple, and he tried to grab the inflammation behind him with both hands, but in vain, he pulled the cloth strip around his neck vigorously, his white eyes began to roll up, his nostrils bled, and his face Terrible.

"This is my territory," Yan said coldly behind him, "and you are the short-lived ghost."

Yan let go of the cloth, and with a sound of "Peng", the man fell to the ground and a cloud of dust rose.

Elijah looked dumbfounded.

Yan was panting lightly, his forehead was covered with sweat, the man's resistance was actually extremely strong, he could kill him only after holding his breath.

Elijah suddenly rushed to the man's side and tore the black cloth from Lehong's neck: "Are you crazy? He's the guard!"

"I know." Yan said disapprovingly, "Strangling him is still cheap."

"what?"

"I originally wanted to use this to end him." Yan took out the self-made sharp wooden knife from his pocket, "But I thought about bleeding all over the ground, and I changed to cloth strips when the day dawned and the stench became panicky."

"You still have the mood to say this, you killed the guard, we can't survive!"

"Just throw it out."

"Throw?"

"He didn't lock the door when he came in." Yan said, "The key is still on him, please help me."

Yan bent down to take off the man's guard uniform, and Ilya had no choice but to help him take it off.

Yan glanced at Ilya, his collar was torn, as was his hem, revealing bruises on the inside of his legs, and these bruises were not caused today.

Ilya noticed Yan's gaze, pulled down the hem of his clothes, and said, "I'm a man, it doesn't matter."

Yan suddenly stopped, put his arms around Ilya's head, and hugged him to his chest.

"This kind of thing does not distinguish between men and women." Yan Rou said, "I will find a way to solve the food problem, don't worry."

Ilya's eyes were red, but she held back her tears.

"Okay, let's go to work." Yan let go of Ilya and smiled, but he felt extremely uncomfortable and blamed himself. He couldn't accept others to suffer for him.

"Yeah!" Ilya's mood improved, and he picked up the guard's clothes.

After taking off his clothes, Yan dug a lump of black mud from the bottom of the pit and spread it on the man's face and body, before burying the clothes.

"You stay here." Yan climbed up the wall ladder first, and secretly observed the outside, only to find that there was only one guard sitting on the high platform, still dozing off with a spear in his arms.

Yan smiled, went down to the bottom of the pit, and carried the corpse out.

Despite the weight, Yan walked like a cat without making a sound.

Elijah worried that Anyan would go out with the corpse alone, so she followed secretly.

"Why do you..." Yan turned his head and saw Ilya with his waist bent.

"I'll let you out." Ilya looked around and said.

"Then be careful." After Yan instructed, he continued to work, dragged the corpse to a corner, and turned him over.After thinking about it, he called Ilya in a low voice, "Come here."

"Ok?"

"Is there any urine?"

"Have."

"Sprinkle."

"what?"

"Piss on him."

"Oh." Ilya pissed on the man's legs.

"Let's go." Yan led Ilya back to the cell, and locked the iron door.

When Elijah returned to the bottom of the pit, he was trembling with fear, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's okay." Yan patted his shoulder lightly, comforting him.

"Alien, stranger, since we have the key in our hands, why don't we escape?"

"We can't go."

"why?"

"The escape of the prisoner will cause a high level of vigilance, and the identity of the corpse will be carefully checked," Yan explained, "If no one escapes in the prison, the corpse will only be a corpse, and it may be dragged directly to the mass grave... um, No, it is used to fill towers."

"Are... are you a killer?" Ilya asked suddenly, "You can carry such a heavy corpse on your back without making a sound."

"I'm not……"

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Ilya said with a sudden smile.

"Let's rest for a while." Yan sat down.

Elijah also sat down, curled up into a ball with his arms folded, and asked, "Will they really not find that a guard is missing? Or..."

"sleep."

"it is good……"

Early the next morning, two guards came to change shifts. When they inspected as usual, they found a dirty corpse lying on the ground.

A guard immediately yelled, "Who was on duty last night? These dead bodies were not gathered up, they were left everywhere!"

"Which prison is this prisoner in?" The other person seemed more cautious, "He eats so fat."

Yan deliberately placed the corpse not far from the cell, so that he could hear the movement above.

"Hey! It stinks! It smells like urine!"

"Then who, come quickly and remove the corpse!" The guard shouted to the hard labor in charge of cleaning, "The sun will burn and kill people soon."

The convicts came and hurriedly carried the corpse away.

Hearing this, Ilya breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Yan: "They really didn't notice!"

"The guards here are probably the soldiers with the lowest rank. They are in a bad mood after listening to the ear-piercing wailing and smelling the stench of these dying prisoners every day." Yan said, "Even if they know this It's a suspicious corpse, but as long as no prisoner is lost here, they won't bother to check the identity of the corpse."

"This death row tower is indeed terrifying. Not to mention the entrance is underground, it is still a trap door." Yan continued, "But because of this, it has a fatal weakness, that is, the guards are loose."

"You're right!" Ilya nodded vigorously.

"Even if we have the key, we may not be able to get out of the trap door," Yan said, taking out the key hidden in his belt, "but with this key, I can sneak out to find food in the guard room. Get drunk all night, even if you lose a piece of meat, you can’t find it.”

"You are too powerful, foreign land... No, Chunyu Yan."

"Just call me Yan." Yan smiled.There was another reason he couldn't run that he didn't tell Ilya.

That is - "All this may be a trap".

It was Usman who deliberately sent the guard down to kill him, so as to induce him to escape, and then there was trouble again.

Thinking of Usman's scheming, this kind of thing is likely to happen.

"Okay, Yan." Ilya came to Yan and sat down, took out a food bag and said, "Let's eat, I'm starving."

They had been busy all night with fear and nervousness, without a single drop of water, and now when they relaxed, both of their stomachs were rumbling with hunger.

"Yeah." Yan nodded.Elijah gave him the naan.

After eating, the two put away the food bags, and then lay down to rest.

At night, Yan slipped out of the cell like a cat again, and stole camel jerky and a bag of goat's milk from the guard room.

The two had a great meal in the prison, and the atmosphere was the same as that of Chinese New Year.

At night, the half-drunk two fell asleep, and Ilya was still snoring...

At noon the next day, the sun was shining directly from the top, as if an oven had been set up at the mouth of the pit, and the heat or the flames were all spraying down.

Ilya was awakened by the scorching flames. He looked at Yan, who was still lying facing the earthen wall.

"Yan! It's too hot today, get up and drink some water." Ilya walked over and gently pushed Yan's shoulder, but Yan didn't respond.

"Yan? Wake up." Ilya turned Yan over, and at a glance, he saw that the back of his right hand was swollen, and even his wrist was dyed a dazzling fiery red.

"Oops! It's the fire aphid!" The fire aphid is a kind of poisonous ant with deep red body, spotted pattern, and a pair of highly poisonous claw teeth. Regardless of its small size, its toxicity is like a scorpion.

And its toxin can make people have a high fever, and then damage the brain and viscera.If you can apply ice to cool down, you can delay the toxicity, and the current strong

The sun was in the sky, but it strengthened its poison and spread throughout Yan's body.

Ilya sucked the poisonous blood from Yan's wound with his mouth without hesitation, and then spit it out, but it was obvious that the insect poison had already penetrated into his body, Yan's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was unconscious.

Ilya could do nothing about it, he could only reach into the leather belt and dig out a snow-white, extremely streamlined bone whistle from the inner layer.

He looked up to the sky and blew his whistle.

His cheeks were puffed up, but there was no sound from the whistle. At this moment, a snow-white eagle suddenly appeared in the sky. It circled twice above the prison and then flew westward.

This eagle whistle is specially made, and the sound it makes can only be heard by eagles.

After finishing this, Ilya squatted beside Yan, and sprinkled the water in the sheepskin pouch on Yan's forehead little by little to help him cool down.

And although Yan's eyes are closed, his consciousness has been floating in dreams and reality...