Xue said. "the five consortium banks in the world all make money based on gold reserves."now, Qingchen finally knows how to make money from the inner world!he even remembers clearly who has how much...pain.

heart-wrenching pain.

after the paralysis fades, the boundless pain is like ten thousand needles stuck in the body, and the burning feeling of the wound is like being roasted on a flame.

Qingchen slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a dilapidated room.

fingers and wrists are still tightly clasped with finger locks and wrist locks.

"Why are you here Did someone save himself No, I haven't been saved, "Qingchen thought silently.

he was sober once, when he was clearly on a floating airship, and no matter who saved himself, he shouldn't be in a place like this.

moreover, people who have the ability to stop floating airships must also be able to unlock finger locks and wrist locks.

Qingchen looks around in pain.

the house is small and the walls are wooden and dilapidated. In the corner of the

room, some logging tools are piled up.

in the middle of the room, there was an iron stove burning, on which stood an old black iron pot with white steam spewing from its spout.

it's not cold here. New firewood has just been added to the stove, indicating that people haven't gone far.

Qingchen silently felt the injury on his body. He had been changed into a shabby cotton-padded jacket, and under it was a bandage almost wrapped all over his body.

when he moved a little, he felt a pain all over his body, as if there was no place in his body in good condition.

Qingchen closed his eyes and gasped quietly.

it was as if he had suddenly returned to the desperate corner of the No. 18 prison he had just passed.

it's just that Qingchen is clear, and this time he may not have a chance to find a Li Shutong.

at some point, he suddenly remembered what the shadow had said to him.

the 599m on the cliff of Castle Peak is accompanied by your elders, but only the last meter requires you to walk by yourself.

Qingchen doesn't know if he still has a chance to live, but maybe this is the so-called last meter.

No one can help him.

he has to help himself.

I don't know how long has passed.

give a squeak.

someone pushed the door in.

the cold wind from outside suddenly poured in, making the already weak Qing Dust cold all over the body.

Qingchen has never had such a weak moment, so weak that his thinking is somewhat hindered.

the thousands of pains converge in neurotransmitters, and every moment is a torture that is difficult to express in words.

he has seen all seven people who came in from outside the door, and he was surprised that it was the capture team headed by God on behalf of Yunhe.

looking at Qingchen in a simple costume, Shendai Yunhe: "are you awake" It's rare. I didn't try to escape when I woke up. Why, have you given up "

Qingchen calmly said: "hide in the cold wind outside, want me to try to escape and then catch me back, so as to defeat me again and again, let my psychological line of defense collapse." This must be your usual psychological warfare trick. "

people in a desperate situation, once they find a glimmer of hope, they will put all their heart and soul on that bet.

when this hope is dashed, the mind is on the verge of collapse.

too many people can't bear the cruelty of being robbed of the last straw.

God Dai Yunhe was not angry after he was exposed. He motioned to his subordinates to cook, while he went to Qingchen and said with a smile: "the famous intelligence department Qingchen inspector, the desire for survival does not seem to be so strong."

as he said, he raised his hand and pressed hard on the right rib of Qingchen, where the wound was bitten by the wolf.

just for a moment, Qingchen only felt as if someone had burned himself with a soldering iron, and he bowed up like a shrimp.

but to the surprise of the others in the cabin, the frail boy did not make a sound from the beginning to the end.

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Shendai Yunhe calmly said: "it is normal for human beings to shout when they encounter pain, so there is no need to resist. Hum, hum, and I'll let go. You see, you don't even need to beg for mercy. "

however, Qingchen still did not make a sound.

the barrier of will never distinguishes the form of compromise. Whether it is crying out or begging for mercy, it is essentially a retreat.

this time he can step back, maybe nothing.

but a slight retreat will eventually become a prelude to a collapse of will.

so all Qingchen can do is not take a step back.

God on behalf of Yunhe raised eyebrows: "pointless resistance." You come and torture him in another place until he screams. "

with that, he let go and brought another subordinate over.

the subordinate's right hand, like an iron clamp, tightly clamped the wound on Qingchen's right arm and watched Qingchen's forehead ooze with fine beads of sweat. Soon, even his clothes were wet.

the muscles of the teenager are trembling, and the pain is not fake.

at this moment, Qingchen closes his eyes and tries to sink into a world of moral persuasion to avoid these pains.

but it doesn't work.

Qingchen's consciousness suddenly cannot help but immerse himself in memories.

back to the night of climbing the cliffs of the green hills.

he climbed the cliff of Castle Peak against Cao Wei's crossbow over and over again.

jumped out of the last meter over and over again.

watching the morning sun like the sea over and over again.

and the names engraved by our ancestors.

and eternal youth.

for some reason, Qingchen's heart suddenly calmed down.

maybe he really can't escape, but his life at this time is not much worse than it was at the beginning.

the same nothing, the same face of hardship.

the same never gives up.

Qingchen opened his eyes and stared at the killer beside him.

to tell you the truth, this god's killer has tortured many people, and there are indeed hard bones in the world, but he has not seen anyone who is silent in the face of pain.

however, the subordinate slowly discovered that the teenager had slowly stopped the trembling in the depths of his muscles, and even his expression was getting a little firm.

Qingchen suddenly said, "you can't get out, can you"

God Dai Yunhe looked at Qingchen: "I think as a prisoner, you'd better not give too much hope for this. Rest assured that no one can save you."

Qingchen continued: "you have abandoned the more efficient floating airship, which means that the airspace returning to the north has been blocked." This cabin should be in the forest farm of some production base, and the wood used is ash trees, which means you don't even have a chance to cross the Chunlei River. "

the Chunlei River, which is the junction of the south and the north of the Union, is usually used to distinguish the south from the north.

in spring, the northwest ice floes will follow the river all the way eastward, and when the ice floes collide with each other in the river, they will crackle and melt.

so someone named it Chunlei.

while ash is a fast-growing tree species south of Chunlei River, it is rare in the north, at least there are no northern loggers looking for ash trees to build houses.

God Daiyun smiled, and he motioned to his subordinates to release the hand that tortured Qing Dust: "Qingchen inspector is careful in observation, but it is useless to have this power of observation." Not to mention that you are now seriously injured and dying, even in your heyday, you can't escape my control. Don't kill one level and have more ambition. As I said, the gap between you and me is between heaven and earth. "e talks about life and death, but his face is calm.this kind of big shot is not so flustered in the face of danger, and has already experienced great winds and waves."Uncle Zhang, where did you get th...