One thought in love

Chapter 799 Are You Leaving Me? 2
The Wen family was quite devoted to the construction of the Lanshan compound, but they had little enthusiasm for the dungeon.

After all, those lucky enough to be imprisoned here must be the unbearable enemies of the Wen family, there is no need to treat them well.

Therefore, this dungeon is not much different from the prison cells in ancient times, and the conditions are extremely harsh.

In the mountain, not to mention the airtightness, the walls have been exuding a musty damp smell, and the walls are still heavily damp.

Especially on the top of this mountain, the temperature is much lower than that at the bottom of the mountain. The cold dampness penetrates into the skin, causing bone-piercing pain. After a long time, it can even numb the bones.

And there is no bed here, just like the ancient prison cells, covered with some withered and yellow hay mats.

These hay can't play much insulation role, and can't prevent the moisture from the lower part from passing into the body.

There is nothing in the cell for cushions except straw mats.

Unless you stand all the time, you still have to suffer from the cold and bone-chilling pain.

After Steward Gong and Gong Xiangyu were thrown in, their shoes and socks were taken off.

Even if the two of them stand, I'm afraid it won't be very comfortable.

Butler Gong was fine. His tendons in his hands were broken, but he was still able to stand on both feet.

It's just a pity that my hands couldn't give me any support, and the tightened hands didn't get the care they deserved.

This handful of old bones can't stand such damp tossing, and some rheumatic bone pain is inevitable.

But Gong Xiangyu's situation was even worse.

His legs were wounded by someone, and they were in the hollow of his knees. He couldn't even stand up, but could only lie on the straw mat, his whole body was freezing cold.

When he was first sent in, Chai Yu had a rare act of mercy and asked someone to remove the bullet from the hollow of his knee.

But other than that, nothing was done, his wound was not sutured, not disinfected, and it would be infected after a while.

And when picking up the bullet, Chai Yu naturally wouldn't kindly give him an anesthetic shot.

Gong Xiangyu was in so much pain that he cried and howled, it was even more painful than when he was shot.

He even wondered if the doctor who took the bullet for him did it on purpose.

The sharp tweezers turned and turned in his flesh, until the wound was smashed until the bullet was taken out.

Regardless of the outcome, his leg is useless.

Of course, he didn't think he could save his life, so it didn't make any difference whether his legs were disabled or not.

But before he dies, he will endure more torture.

Gong Xiangyu was not locked in the same cell as Steward Gong, but they were not far apart, and Steward Gong was right next door.

The middle of the two prison cells was smashed open by tempered glass, but the Wen family was really cautious.

In order to prevent accidents, iron fences were erected on both sides of the glass. The two could not smash the glass, and could see each other's every move but could not touch each other.

The same is true for the door of the cell, a combination of tempered glass and iron bars.

Although these blocked the contact between the two, they failed to block the sound.

Because they want to make sure that Gong Xiangyu and Gong Butler can hear and see each other's pain.

Even in the top corner of the cell, a monitor was installed for the "dark guard" to monitor their actions at all times to prevent them from attempting to escape, even though in this cliff cell, the two could not escape. You can escape, and one of them has a broken leg.

In addition to the monitor, there is a tiny speaker next to it, which is used to amplify the painful voices of the two.

At the beginning, Gong Xiangyu was moaning and moaning because of the pain, rolling on the ground non-stop, crying and begging the "dark guard" to give him an aspirin to relieve the pain.

But later, he didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain and roll over.

Cold and wet.His body was gradually numb and stiff after being stimulated, and his head couldn't control it.

The stale air and blood loss also deprived his brain of oxygen, and he gradually fell asleep.

At first, when Gong Xiangyu kept crying, Butler Gong was angry and anxious.

He was angry that Gong Xiangyu was worthless, so he even begged the enemy, crying with snot and tears, and kowtowed non-stop just to beg for an aspirin.

But at the same time, he felt sorry for Gong Xiangyu's injury.

He couldn't bear to see his only surviving son in such pain.

If possible, he would really like to help him escape.

However, he couldn't do anything.

Steward Gong is now sitting on the straw mat, and the damp from under the straw mat is continuously coming.

And Wen Chengyun was sitting outside, in a comfortable chair, looking down at him condescendingly.

He wanted to stand up, not to be so embarrassed.

But the night's damp and cold made his legs numb, so cold that he couldn't move.

Coupled with the fact that he hasn't eaten since he arrived, the Wen family obviously didn't even plan to give him a dry steamed bun.

His body didn't have enough heat to keep out the cold, much less strength to support him.

Steward Gong had no choice but to shake his head and surrender to the years.

If he was young, he could have endured for three or four days no matter what, but now, it is difficult for him to endure even one night.

Gong Xiangyu was vaguely unconscious, and the gunshot wound in the crest of his knee had not been treated, and infection had already appeared.

He fell asleep on the ground in a daze, murmuring and talking nonsense.

The face and lips were the same white, only the cheeks were abnormally red.

Because he didn't eat or drink water when he came here, his mouth was as dry as yellow land cracked by years of drought.

Dense cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and even his shirt was drenched with sweat.

His head was shaking from side to side on his neck, and Butler Gong couldn't hear what nonsense he was murmuring.

Through the glass, Steward Gong couldn't push him to wake him up.

He tried to call Gong Xiangyu, obviously the voice would not be of much use to Gong Xiangyu who was already in a coma.

But it may also be because his voice is not loud, because he is also hungry and thirsty, and he is so cold that he has no strength, and his throat hurts when he speaks.

But seeing Wen Chengyun, his spirit came.

Even though he is now a prisoner and Wen Chengyun looks at him so high, he will still stimulate Wen Chengyun without hesitation.

Anyway, he was going to die, so it would be as much pain as he could bring to Wen Chengyun in the end, at least he would suffer less from his own death.

If one is lucky, one might be able to kill Wen Cheng, after all, he is so old.

But after Wen Chengyun came, he didn't speak, although those hateful eyes kept staring at him.

Even though he was much older than before, he was not as good-looking as before. The corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles and his eyelids drooped a little, but those eyes were still sharp.

Coupled with the mortal hatred, Wen Chengyun's gaze was a little frightening.

Butler Gong seemed to be choked for a moment, but he was unable to speak.

At this moment, Wen Chengyun didn't speak, and he didn't want to speak first.

This time, whoever speaks first won't win, he needs to think about it.

Just as he was calculating in his mind with sinister light in his eyes, there were many footsteps again.

Immediately afterwards, Wenren was seen walking over.

Wen Chengyun and Wenren just exchanged eye contact for a short while, and then the father and son looked at their prisoner together.

"Dad, what are you going to do with them?" Wenren said coldly, with perverted expectations.

"Naturally, how do you make them suffer, and how to deal with it." Wen Chengyun smiled coldly, and pointed to Gong Xiangyu who was diagonally opposite.

"Wake up that scumbag first." Wen Chengyun said, "Although dealing with such a scumbag is an insult to the Wen family. But doing it in front of his father is worth looking forward to."

Wen Chengyun sneered twice: "It is said that the poison of a tiger does not eat its children, but this sentence does not seem to be very effective for the Ge family. Today I want to see how the last blood of the Ge family has been affected. Tortured, can a father remain indifferent."

Wen Chengyun paused for a moment, then looked up at Wenren: "Have you checked everything out? Are the father and son living outside?"

"No." Wenren said, "I have checked all the women they have come into contact with."

"Well, that's really the last one." Wen Chengyun nodded in satisfaction.

Then, with age, the face that lost its former handsomeness, but became more cunning and cunning, turned to Gong Xiangyu.

"Bring him out." Wen Chengyun's tone suddenly turned cold.

The "dark guards" on both sides opened the door expressionlessly, and dragged out Gong Xiangyu who was talking nonsense in a coma.

(End of this chapter)