Now that nine people in the prison are empty, she is randomly arranged in the cell where Qiuyun was originally imprisoned.

Opposite is An Bing!

An Bing was still in the death row, and I didn't expect that this was something that happened. What I didn't expect was that An Bing was panting at this time, looking like he was covered in scars with whipping.

Judging from his appearance, he was almost dead.

"Um?"

Jing Wei stood up and walked to the prison door. Looking at the opposite side, she found An Bing's face was extremely rosy. This rosy look a bit like blood, bright red, and particularly bright.

So, it's so weird.

He noticed that his eyes were falling on him, An Bing turned his head and looked behind him.

In an instant, his eyes met Jing Wei and he was stunned.

"It's you?"

An Bing paused, then carefully identified for a while, and confirmed, "It's really you."

Jing Wei touched his fake face and was really puzzled. Where did An Bing see the trick and why could he recognize her?

This exact sound has long said everything.

Jing Wei couldn't even deny it, so he nodded and admitted, "It's me."

"I thought it was, but I didn't expect it to be the eldest lady of the Jing family. She was ridiculously squatting in the death row for a month."

I think of that time, I miss it and find it funny.

He actually had a great chat with Miss Jing, which was a funny incident in itself.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is indeed cruel. His original sweetheart can also do it. It seems that leaving me with a chance to commit suicide is enough to be tolerant."

An Bing turned his head and murmured, feeling that this was all that.

In the past twenty years, all he should atone for his sins. If it is an indestructible sin, it will be useless if it takes time.

Looking back at the scenery, An Bing said again, "It may be a bit ugly later. Just turn your head and don't look at it."

He has taken the poison and will be out of the poison in a while.

Jing Wei was stunned when she heard this. What was going on now?

"You... are going to die?"

Jing Wei couldn't help but ask, "Who can hurt you in your kung fu, unless you want to die."

An Bing smiled bitterly, "Yes, I want to die."

Jing Wei couldn't answer the words immediately.

I just think that the one or two I encountered today are all snake sperm diseases.

All of them are not normal, especially when I see An Bing who looks like this.

But she herself was already in trouble and could not control others.

An Bing has no interaction with her. He would be so angry at the beginning, but he would also be because of Chu Yu. But now-

Jing Wei felt depressed again. The man had sent him to death. What did all this have to do with her!

An Bing's attack was particularly terrifying.

The whole person was slamming in the cell like a storm. Sometimes he hit the stone wall with his head, sometimes he grabbed his scalp and shouted, and finally he even began to bite his fingers.

That way, I was going to eat myself.

As Jing Wei looked at it, she suddenly saw An Bing turn around and face her with her whole face.

His eyes were already bleeding, and the corners of his mouth began to ulcerate. He looked at him but couldn't tell the direction, so he just looked at her.

One by one, one by one, crying.

"Crown Prince, Prince, ah..."

"Even if you die, you are so cruel-"

"Die, you will be uneasy..."

Jing Wei was furrowed all over and had goose bumps layer by layer, and she felt that the person in front of her was almost the same as an evil ghost.

If there was no cell blocking him, he would probably be able to crawl over and eat her?

"ah--"

With the last scream of pain, An Bing lay straight on the ground, motionless.

When Jing Wei looked over again, she gasped in one breath.

He actually dug out his eyes?

Those hands...

Jing Wei couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so she turned around, but she could no longer calm down.

Every word An Bing shouted before his death was related to Chu Yu.

Could it be that An Bing’s death was done by Chu Yu?

Why did he do this?

An Bing's body was quickly carried out, and Jing Wei was the only one left in the entire death row. The surroundings were tight and the light could not be seen. She sat alone at the prison door, counting the time.

I don't know how long it took, but a gentle whistleblowed her.

Jing Wei turned his head and saw that it was a mouse.

But he is not an ordinary mouse.

The mouse seemed to be spiritual. He smelled the smell and approached her little by little, and finally stopped in front of her index finger. He held his claws and gently grabbed her fingers, sniffed them and then squeaked.

Jing Wei was curious and looked down at the mouse that seemed to have become a sperm, but found something under its fur.

It is a very small piece of paper, the small one can almost ignore the past.

She reached out and grabbed the mouse, lifted it in front of her and shook it. The paper fell in front of her. Then the little guy struggled and jumped off for a few times and slipped away.

Looking at the ball of paper, Jing Wei smiled, picked it up and opened it.

A few very small words, just one sentence, were written by Jing Yu.

She felt relieved when she learned that Jing Yu and his men were not arrested and imprisoned.

When she learned that the people from the General's Mansion could still have some contact with the outside world, she relaxed again.

When she learned that this group of people wanted to escape from prison, she smiled unkindly.

The paper was supposed to be sent to the outside cell to Butler Jing. I wondered what happened to this little mouse, so I ran here. Jing Ting the paper to pieces and destroyed it, as if nothing had happened.

But the originally very worried mood gradually improved.

"So, it's quite capable."

Jing Wei laughed silently, and simply found a comfortable position and leaned against her to sleep.

*

She was woken up.

The death priest is too quiet, and a little sound can make a loud noise.

What's more, the sound is not small.

Opening her eyes, the door outside the death row had been opened, and a little light was scattered in from the crack of the door, mottled and dripped. With the light on her back, she couldn't see clearly, and could only see a figure.

As the light became darker, the figure merged into the darkness again.

After An Bing died, the lights in the death row went out directly.

Jing Wei listened to the sound approaching him, and the sound slowly became light and so familiar.

It's the sound of a wheelchair turning.

Finally, the sound stopped outside the prison door.

"Jing'er." Chu Yu shouted in the darkness.

There were still no lights, and they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly. She could not see his face at this moment. She could only guess what his face was at this moment based on his tone.

Perhaps, there is no good expression.

"What do you do?" responded casually, and he woke up. Jing Wei sat up from the ground and leaned against the wall toward the prison door.

By sound, vaguely distinguish the direction.

Chu Yu didn't continue speaking, raised his hand and touched the prison door, then pulled out the key, opened the lock of the prison door, and rolled into the prison door, rolling all the way to her.

Almost less than one meter away, she heard his breathing sounds, light or heavy, very depressed.

The sound is so clear and clear in the silent and empty prison that every stroke can stir up the nerves.

Little by little, approaching her infinitely.
To be continued...