Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

As night fell, outside the prison in Licheng.

Leading Gan Hongyi and his group, Wei Shi arrived at a cell surrounded by round stones. He stepped forward, pulled the lever, and the iron door swung open. He turned to Gan Hongyi and the others and said, "Go in. This will be where you live for the next few days!"

Through separate interrogations, Wei Shi had roughly figured out the background of these guys.

Driven to desperation by heavy taxes, they followed the example of the Second Rebellion of Bai Shui Wang and traveled all the way to this vicinity, naturally unaware of what was happening here.

You should know that local bandits usually dare not approach this area, or they will flee to other places.

These people are different from Shangtianhu and his gang. They only steal things and generally don't hurt people. They have a conscience, but there aren't many of them.

In his view, the fact that these guys survived was already a sign of the Immortal Lord's mercy, considering that only a few of the previous batch survived.

Being forced by the times is just an excuse.

Even when they were starving, he and Zhiming never robbed anyone!

Gan Hongyi and the others obediently went into the house. Wei Shi pulled down the lever, closed the door, and said with a serious expression, "Don't even think about running away. You should have understood by now that there's no way you can escape."

Wei Shi looked at the two militiamen guarding the gate and said in a low voice, "One of you go and tell the person in charge of delivering meals to bring some fish, meat, and eggs today."

"Yes."

Wei Shi nodded and left.

The room was extremely dark, with the only light source coming from the torches on the walls. The faint light from the torches illuminated several figures cowering against the walls.

One of the figures slightly raised his head, glanced at Gan Hongyi, twitched the corner of his mouth, and then lowered his head again, muttering to himself.

Some more unlucky guys have come in.

His appearance was still that of the Heavenly Tiger, but he looked decades older than before, and even had white hair growing on his head.

Gan Hongyi and the others avoided the group, leaned against the wall, and sat on the other side in silence.

With his brows furrowed and his fingers trembling slightly, Gan Hongyi revealed the panic in his heart.

His gaze swept over the brothers surrounding him, their eyes filled with unease, which made Gan Hongyi feel even more regretful.

When I first sensed something was amiss, I shouldn't have ventured deeper into the forest.

goo~

A loud bang came from his stomach, but Gan Hongyi didn't care at all.

"Brother, this is for you," Chen Ming'er said, taking a mouse out of his pocket and handing it to Gan Hongyi. "This is a good thing. I caught it from a trap set by the villagers."

Chen Ming's eyes revealed concern, as well as a hint of heartache; his hands trembled slightly from hunger.

Gan Hongyi stared at the rat meat, stunned for a long while, then, his eyes red, he said hoarsely, "Ming Er, will you hate your elder brother?"

Chen Ming'er shook his head without hesitation: "How could that be, brother? If it weren't for you leading us back then, we would have died long ago. Now, what could be worse than this? We'd just die anyway. We've at least had a few decent meals, haven't we?"

He turned to look at the others, who all nodded.

Chen Ming'er grinned and said, "Big brother, you see, everyone else thinks the same way."

Upon hearing this, Gan Hongyi gave a bitter smile, and the bloodshot in his eyes became even more noticeable, but the heavy burden seemed to have lessened somewhat.

It's a pity there's no fire; it looks like we'll have to eat it raw.

Raw meat is hard to tear, so Gan Hongyi used his fingernails to slowly divide it into two halves, one large and one small. He handed the smaller piece to Chen Ming'er and said softly, "You found this, so you should take the lion's share."

"If I were you, I wouldn't eat this undercooked meat," a voice said from the shadows.

Gan Hongyi looked over and saw that the people in the shadows had raised their heads at some point and were looking at them expressionlessly.

Haha, it's good enough to have meat to eat, why would you want it cooked?

It's clearly jealousy!

He ignored it and put the piece of rat meat in his mouth again. His extreme exhaustion and craving for food filled Gan Hongyi's mind with the idea of ​​swallowing the whole piece of meat.

He finally managed to resist the urge, bit off a small piece of meat, and passed it to the next person.

His mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood. The raw meat, which was slippery and slightly sticky, was incredibly tough. Its rough texture meant that Gan Hongyi had to chew it many times before he could swallow it.

As the raw meat slid down his throat, Gan Hongyi felt a sense of loss.

Everyone was eating shredded meat when a fragrant aroma wafted over, growing stronger and stronger.

The iron gate opened, and the bandits looked toward it with disbelief in their eyes.

What did they see?

The fish and meat exuded a wonderful aroma, along with steaming hot noodles and buns, and a bowl of eggs.

"Is this... for us to eat?"

"Are we dreaming?"

The bandits muttered to themselves, their eyes gleaming with longing. They unconsciously licked their lips or swallowed, but none of them dared to step forward.

Normally, the best we could eat was wild vegetable porridge. Now, we even have fish and meat?

They are criminals; they just robbed the village.

Although it failed.

The precious rat meat that Chen Ming was holding fell to the ground with a thud.

That fish smells much rarer than this stuff!

Shang Tianhu and the others got up from the ground, lined up on their own, received their food for the night, and returned to the shadows to eat quietly.

It's really for us!

The newly arrived bandits exchanged glances, their faces filled with anticipation. Their hunger was awakened by the intense visual stimulation, and they immediately stood up and formed a long queue.

Once they got the food, they didn't care that it was scalding hot; they grabbed the noodles and steamed buns with their hands and stuffed them into their mouths.

"It smells so good, so delicious!"

"It's so delicious, mmm~ it's so delicious!"

"Even if I die now, it's worth it!"

The bandits stuffed themselves with food.

Gan Hongyi swallowed hard, holding the bowl of fish noodles, feeling unsteady on his feet, unable to take a bite for a long time.

This is clearly a last meal before someone's execution!

He'll take his brothers' lives!

"Well, brother, the worst that can happen is death. Being able to eat such good food before we die is already more than enough!" Chen Ming'er, stuffing his mouth with fish, though somewhat frightened, still comforted him, "Brother, don't think too much. If we hadn't come here, we might never have had such delicious food!"

"Yeah, brother, it's just death, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Exactly, they should have died long ago. We've already made a profit over many days!"

The surrounding bandits offered words of comfort.

A sound suddenly came from the dark corner.

"Heh, death? You're dreaming," Cao Wenshi said with a sneer. "You'd be worse off than dead!"

"Damn it, are you looking for death...?" Chen Ming'er looked at Cao Wenshi, about to start cursing, but was frightened by Cao Wenshi's terrifying gaze and his voice became softer and softer as he leaned back against Gan Hongyi.

Oh my god, that's terrifying!

This guy has definitely killed a lot of people!

Gan Hongyi pondered.

Wait a minute, isn't he the one who told me not to eat rat meat? Could it be that he knows something about me?

I need to ask!

"Righteous man, I..." Gan Hongyi walked over, but before he could finish speaking, Cao Wenshi raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I'm nothing but a sinner, a righteous man," Cao Wenshi said with self-deprecation. He looked at Gan Hongyi and asked, "You should be their leader, am I right?"

Gan Hongyi nodded.

I used to be like that.

Cao Wenshi glanced sideways at the bandits who were staring intently at him, ready to swarm him at the slightest movement.

Maybe I'm really on the wrong path?

He shook his head slightly, then asked, "I know what you want to ask. Before that, let me ask you: how many people have you killed, and why are you here?"

Gan Hongyi answered in detail.

"In that case, there's still a chance," Shang Tianhu muttered, looking into Gan Hongyi's eyes.

"You should have seen him before!"