Chapter 238 - 186, Jailbreak
At 7 p.m., when lights were about to be extinguished for bedtime, an unexplainable and deadly aura filled the streets.
On the long street covered in white snow, there were only sporadic hoof prints, making it seem eerily deserted, unlike the world of living beings.
Outside the inner prison, by about two miles, in a dimly lit alley to the south of the city, Liang Mao’er was dozing on a stack of broken baskets, while Liang Gou’er held the Liang family long knife in his arms, a withered yellow stalk clenched between his teeth, leaning against the wall in utter boredom, "Hey, kid, how much longer do we have to wait?"
She Dengke peered cautiously around the corner of the alley, his back to Liang Mao’er and Liang Gou’er without turning back he said, "Wait a bit more, in another fifteen minutes it will be 9 to 11 p.m., and we’ll be safe. Brother Gou’er, don’t move around under the shelter where there’s no snow, and later there’ll be people coming to patrol."
Liang Gou’er snorted with derision, "Safe? Trying to get someone out of the Eunuch Party’s inner prison, how can you talk of safety?"
Just then, She Dengke, who was on the lookout, turned and gestured to them, "Quick, quick, quick, here comes someone else, hide!"
With that, he stepped where there was no snow under the eaves and shuffled himself inside one of the broken baskets.
Liang Gou’er turned around, covered Liang Mao’er’s mouth, and picked him up in one motion, hiding behind a pile of broken baskets.
The sound of horseshoes dap-dap-dap-dap upon the snow grew louder in the alley outside, approaching like the drumbeat of death.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths... after ten breaths, a Jiefan Guard wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, on horseback, passed by outside the alley. He had a long knife strapped to his back, and his sharp gaze swept across the alley. After standing still for a moment and making sure there were no footprints in the snow of the alley, he spurred his horse on to patrol elsewhere.
Liang Gou’er released his hand, and Liang Mao’er gasped quietly for breath, while She Dengke also lifted the cover of the broken basket, squatting on the ground, legs trembling with a sigh of relief.