The writing on the stone tablet became more and more strange. When he looked down, Jing Qian felt uneasy. It seemed that it was the advice of an angry and crazy person. The writing on the bottom was even more messy, as if an angry humanoid was destroying everything.

Jingqian didn't dare to look down. Next to the words, a red and angry word was engraved: Big Anger.

There are few people here, so where do the words come from? After looking at the sky, it was already getting late, Jing Gan picked up the knife and left quickly. Even after walking a few miles in the wind and snow, those words were still engraved in his heart.

There was heavy snow, and no one could be seen for thousands of miles. Even when the sky was dark, the sky was still brightly illuminated by the snow.

The dry food was almost finished, but Jingqian had a headache at this time. He staggered past a stockade and lay down in a thatched cottage at the entrance of the stockade.

After crawling into the thatched house, there would occasionally be one or two mice looking for the remaining grain, but Jing Gan did not have the strength to catch them. After being unconscious for a long time, he suddenly felt unbearable pain. When he woke up in a daze, his fingers and toes hurt. Itchy. Maybe the frostbite on my hands and feet got some warmth and gradually melted away.

He endured the pain and forcefully pulled off his hemp shoes. The soles of his feet were so eroded that it was difficult to tell whether they were flesh or bones. He tore open a corner of the bundle and wrapped it, and wrapped his ankles with weeds.

At this time, another rat smelled the smell and groped around beside him. Jinggan was so hungry that he was dizzy and rushed towards the rat. He fell down and never woke up.

Countless nightmares appeared intermittently, and Jingqian seemed to have no idea of ​​life or death.

The sky was slightly bright, and only the chirping and shouting could be heard. Jinggan's eyes were blurred, and his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear what they were saying. He only knew that he seemed to be carried away by those people.

In the coma, the suona sounded, and Tie Yu'er, who looked tired, burst into tears. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't speak. His body seemed to be stuck together. He screamed and sat up in surprise: "I Not dead!"

"Of course you're not dead!"

A sound like a silver bell came from the door. Jing Gan stood up and called: "Yu'er?"

When the man entered the house, what stood in front of Jingqian was an old lady over sixty years old. The old lady brought a bowl of soup over, sat by the kang and said, "You! I don't know if you were confused." Possessed by a ghost or chased by evil men, I clamored for a knife all night."

He was clearly an old man in his sixties, but he spoke in a voice like that of a young girl, with a girlish twinkle in his eyes. Jinggan was so frightened that he refused to drink the medicinal soup, and huddled in the corner and asked, "Are you Po Meng?" I must have arrived at the Well of Samsara!"

Who can compare a living person to a dead one? The old lady was neither impatient nor angry. She put the decoction on the table and said: "I just discovered you this morning. The people in the village are very worried about you. They have hidden treasures in their homes." The medicine is for your injuries, be good and drink it!"

Jing Qian looked at the person in front of him without any ill intentions and spoke kindly, but his strange voice and appearance made people scared. He quickly picked up the medicinal soup and drank it in one sip, looking at the old man from time to time.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the house, and the old lady frowned and said, "Everyone is here, let me make some food first."

After saying that, he hurriedly entered the dark kitchen. Several people at the door were carrying some pheasants caught in the mountains. One of them, a big man with a black beard, threw the pheasants to the ground and said with a smile: "Are you awake?"

"Well...this is..."

The big man roughly took off the leather jacket wrapped around his upper body, threw a few handfuls of ashes on the kang, and muttered: "Who is this? All the mud and dirt were thrown onto the kang!"

Jingqian looked at his feet and apologized sheepishly: "Brother, I'm really sorry for dirtying your kang head!"

The big man also had a straightforward temper. He shook his hands and pouted after patting away the clods of soil and said, "Hmm... Well, you didn't have so much dirt on your body when we carried you over!"

It's strange, wasn't it there just now? Jinggan was puzzled. He recalled the old lady just now, pointed his finger towards the kitchen stove and said, "My mother just went to cook!"

The big man was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jingqian with a strange look for a long time and then laughed loudly: "Oh, young man! Are you drunk too much or are you stupid from the cold? My mother passed away seven or eight years ago."

"Ah? It's really..." Jing Gan suddenly felt uneasy when he heard this. The panic in the big man's eyes was obviously not a lie.

"My name is Ma Baiyi, just call me Lao Ma. I'm not used to the way you call me brother on the left and brother on the right!" As he spoke, the big man put a leather jacket on his body, rubbed his hands and said, "I Go get some food from the kitchen stove!"

Already curious, Jing Gan wanted to see what tricks the mother and son were playing this time.

"Ah! It's amazing! Brother, you're so good at your craftsmanship. You're so good at cooking. You can make meals in a hurry, including steamed noodles and frozen chicken soup!"

Jing Gan fluttered and sat down on the edge of the kang, and watched in surprise as the big man came out with several plates of food, and murmured: "It's strange! It was just now that the old man came in, and I still have the aroma of medicine in my mouth."

The big man didn't care about anything. He just put the food in the kitchen on the table one by one. Then he turned back to the table and said, "Brother, I see you are carrying a strange-looking knife on your back, but you don't look like you." You don’t look like a martial arts practitioner!”

"Old Ma is joking, I, Ma Jingqian, am the only one carrying such a big knife!"

When the big man heard this, he immediately became happy: "Brothers still have the same surname! Your surname is Ma, and my surname is Ma, so we are the same family! I will have a good drink when my sister comes to sell wine!"

"Oh, my good brother, you are such a big talker. You tell me to sell wine to everyone you meet. You are obviously greedy, but you still want to use your name as a guest." As soon as Lao Ma finished speaking, his clear voice Accompanied by a playful figure, he appeared in the house.

Jing Gan took a look and saw that these two people were not born to the same parents. The elder brother had a big waist and round face, while the younger sister was dressed like an ordinary farm girl. Her thin body was wrapped in a antelope terry coat, and she looked docile. Very beautiful, but also free and easy.

Seeing Jing Fang on the kang, she first smiled and said, then put the wine gently on the table and said: "Well, the new guests don't look like the ones in our village. My brother is happy, and so am I. Today we are three brothers and sisters." Let’s have a good chat!”

"Go, go, fry that pheasant!" The elder brother was naturally a bit arrogant. Seeing Jing Gan nearby, and fearing that the ignorant sister would lose his etiquette, he hurriedly ordered to go to the kitchen stove.

The lovely girl curled her lips and stamped her feet. When the old horse pretended not to notice, she obediently picked up the pheasant and went to the kitchen stove.

"Brother, this girl is very fierce. Don't look at her like this. I have been beaten by her since I was a child, and she has never suffered a loss!" When Lao Ma saw the girl entering the kitchen, he said Then he raised his head and said softly.

Jing Gan burst out laughing when he heard this, and even the noodles on his chopsticks fell into his arms.
Chapter completed!