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Chapter 268 0267: Whisper

The marauders are gone.

There was a dead silence in the cargo compartment full of meat.

Kuima and Lorgar were observing, and they were also waiting for the surroundings to be completely safe, so they wanted to find the right opportunity to evacuate.

Sudden……

"Did you see it?" Quema said. "The door frame seems to be moving. It's the frame of the car. The prisoner inside is still alive."

Lorgar narrowed her eyes.

The carriage shook slightly again, very lightly, like a ship swaying slightly after the night wind blows.

"Aha, so clever."

Lorgar smiled.

The prisoner inside was pretending to be dead, and he withstood the extremely ugly abuse, even when he was hit by an iron weapon, he did not expose himself.

"He's waiting for everyone to leave, betting that those guys didn't lock the door, but what a pity..."

He sighed and shook his head.

Quema sees:

The cargo box first shook slightly to record, then it got bigger and bigger, and soon, it sank down again.

The people inside are exhausted and wrapped in despair.

Quema expressed her thoughts:

"Under the premise of not affecting our investigation, I want to try to help him. The looters probably won't live long after such a toss."

Lorgar snorted coldly and shrugged his arms.

When he was in the dungeon, the prisoners were fond of telling similar jokes.

Kindness and grace are like bait with deadly hooks for people in prison, which will make people more painful.

Quema looked at him seriously.

Lorgar's smile gradually cooled down: "Are you serious? Stupid! This may expose our actions, if an accident happens..."

He can't seem to understand.

Quema listened to Lorgar's rebuttal.

He watched Lorgar try to retreat, then return helplessly to the bushes.

Lorgar knew.

If Zhanjing heard that he left Quema in the marauder camp... he would definitely drive himself back to Thornton Kaya, and even banish him from the inner circle forever.

Lorgar could not accept this result.

He couldn't beat Kuima, and he couldn't force it, so he could only cooperate honestly.

He obeyed Quema's instructions and looked for a suitable time to make a move.

The two nestled in the cold snow bushes.

They collected reptiles for fun and to pass the time until night fell.

The recent looters were already drunk, and a group of people tried to return to the warm and comfortable camp. The sentry on guard had just appeared, and they all gathered together to prepare today's staple food.

"The opportunity is here."

Lorgar said.

He could tell from the words and deeds of these people—all of them were slack and only cared about having fun, not noticing the dirty and smelly corners at all.

Quema climbed out from the snow slope.

He crawled into the nearest bush.

Several beasts raised their heads, snorted, and lowered their bodies.

Kuima opened [Su Xiu] and aimed at the rusty lock on it.

Instead of aiming at the metal, he aimed at the rotting wooden bolt below.

whoosh-

boom!
The bow and arrow easily broke through the rotten wood, and with the heavy vibration, only the last narrow piece of support remained.

Even a child can push it away with force.

Quema tied a stone with a rope around his waist.

He threw the stone rope, wrapped it around the arrows he had nailed on the cargo box, pulled it outward, and finally retracted the weapon without leaving any evidence.

"So far, it can only depend on your luck."

Quima whispered.

He ran back in the dark, and after receiving Lorgar, the two carefully exited the marauder camp.

……

Half a day ago, the looters shed.

Ivan lay in the dark cargo box, devouring raw meat numbly. After getting used to it in the past few days, his body began to accept this instinct.

He hadn't spoken for a long time.

My throat also became dry and painful due to swallowing raw meat and not drinking water for a long time.

Ivan is now a scarred body.

There was nothing in his mind, and too much malice tortured the living man like a ghost.

But before, this lord's son even enjoyed good living conditions, without restraint at all.

"The mouth just now was a finger, probably a rough person, you think the skin is too hard."

"How many things do you remember, the time outside, the world outside, those guys who used to speak ill of you."

"Why are you still alive?"

"Ivan, Mr. Ivan, the coward of the city-state of Erwei, the youngest waste, a disappointing fellow."

"You and I both know that's not the real you."

……

Ivan hasn't seen the sun for a long time.

The only time he can contact the outside air is every time fresh food appears.

Those corpses delivered in were wrapped in the residual heat that had not completely dissipated, and carried the cold wind from the north.

There is always a voice in Ivan's mind.

He is empty now, like a walking dead, living by some hints and subconsciousness, but there is a very noisy guy living in his body.

that voice...

From the very beginning when the despair appeared, I accompanied myself all the way, constantly chattering about many things in my mind.

From the past to the present, it attacks all the tragedies that have happened.

Ivan is a self-abandoning guy.

He knew from a very early age that he was a failure in his father's eyes, and he was not expected by the assistant ministers.

This power struggle has lost its meaning since a long time ago.

Ivan was wasting his time and acting recklessly...

"No one has ever given you a chance, a real chance, they are just waiting for you to embarrass yourself with the mentality of trying,"

The voice spoke again.

Ivan seems to be able to guess everything he thinks, no matter what fragments of life appear in his mind.

That voice will comment wantonly, with a kind of mockery that sees through the truth.

He gradually felt...

Maybe this is me.

That voice is my truest thought, the most true thought that has been hidden countless times.

"Under the exaggerated appearance, there are treasures."

"I am eager to hear you respond to me, seriously respond to me..."

Ivan woke up from his sleep.

The whispering gradually died down.

It seems that only when the consciousness is dim can one hear the voice whispering in the ear.

He was exhausted, and there was a vibration around him.

At first he thought it was the marauders setting off again, but soon there were vitriolic shouts again.

Two of the voices were most familiar to me, the one from the Indus who liked to humiliate himself.

The smell of alcohol spread into the compartment through the gap.

Ivan's nose broke free from the stench, desperately sniffing the pungent smell that symbolized a better life, but his whole body was trembling, trying his best not to move.

An idea popped up in his mind.

Thoughts of escape.

Maybe this group of people was negligent and able to escape from this damn prison?

Ivan's heart was beating wildly, but his body gradually became cold.

He is already familiar with this walking dead feeling, and it is easy to find the most immobile position...

Then let yourself slowly become quiet.

(End of this chapter)