In early February, Dafeng faced the desolate and vast snowy fields of Feilong Pass in the north, a girl with blood fell to the ground and motionless. A yellow dog with green eyes was spinning around restlessly. Several times he wanted to go forward to lick blood and eat meat, but was stopped by several young and half-aged boys on the side.

A half-sized man with a short front teeth squatted down and put his hand in front of the girl's nose. After a long time, he trembled and said softly, "She is dead." He raised his head, and there was no other sight on his green and yellow face, except for fear. "What should I do? What if what she said is true?"

Another half-baby with scars on her face said coldly, "Just because what she said may be true, we cannot keep her. If the magistrate of the county magistrate who destroyed the family was let go, she would not give up. We were beaten up and had the little trouble. If the father and brother escaped from the family were involved, they would not live."

The criminal law of the Dafeng Dynasty was strict. It was a serious crime for people to flee for service. Moreover, his father and brother fled for military service. Once they were taken away and they would be skinned, and a family would basically be destroyed. Although this was a life, it was a person's life. However, no one could refute it, and he didn't know what to do.

The scar-faced boy calmed down and looked indifferent: "It's too late to regret and be afraid when everyone dies. Anyway, you are accomplices, and no one can escape. Just dig a hole to bury her. Her cotton dress is thick, and she can be peeled for her family. The golden lilac on her ear can be exchanged for some food, so she can save some of it. She can probably survive this season..." As he said that, he squatted down and turned over the girl who was crawling on the ground, explored the girl's breath again, and confirmed that the girl was really dead, so he was going to pick the two small golden lilacs on the girl's ear.

At this moment, the girl's closed eyes suddenly opened, and her dark eyes stared straight at the scarred boy with a bit of shrillness and coldness. No matter how brave the scarred boy was, he was so scared that he shrunk his hand and sat on the ground with his butt.

"Oh my god! It's a zombie!" The boy with no front teeth shouted in fear, pulled the younger boy who was snot close to him and turned around and ran away.

"Don't run away! What a zombie is obviously not dead!" Scarface pale and shrank back with a trembling voice. He held the stick he had just put down and prepared to make up for the girl's head.

Without waiting for his movements, a slender blue and white hand quickly grabbed the stick tightly. The girl who was resurrected from the dead was extremely strong, and her eyes were even more silent. She looked at the scar-faced boy expressionlessly and said, "Is this the underworld? Why didn't I see Meng Po?"

This expression and tone are clearly not like a living person, but more like a life-seeking evil spirit. No matter how bold the scar face is, it can't help but tremble. He let go of the stick and support his hand and climbed back a few times. Seeing that the girl did not move further, he quickly stumbled and got up and ran away in the distance.

The girl sat there blankly and looked around for a while, and smiled bitterly: "I can't even get the bed and mat wrapped around it. Is it just thrown away the body in the wilderness? It's so cowardly, grandfather, I'm sorry for your old man's teachings." Speaking of this, she looked down at her hands and dress, looking disbelief. After a moment of being stunned, she pinched her face, and then laughed loudly, smiling with tears in her face: "Am I dreaming? There is such a good thing in the world?"

After she laughed enough, she was about to stand up, but she fell on the snow with dizziness. Her head was so thrusting that she felt so painful. She trembled and touched her head, then put her hand in front of her eyes and saw blood all over her hands.

There was no one around, and her body was already cold. If this continues, even if those people didn't shoot her back and take her life, she would have died of blood or died of cold in the wilderness. The girl gritted her teeth, looked up at the dazzling pale sun, identified the direction, and crawled forward with her hands and feet. She didn't believe that she would live again this time, and she was here to die again!

The girl was dizzy after crawling for a while, her hands and feet were cramped, her whole body became weak and chilled, and she no longer had the extra strength to move forward. She sighed, lay on the ground, curled up, shouted hard: "Help! Help!"

All that answered her was the whistling sound of the wind.

The wind blew on her face like a knife, and it was actually a cold wind. Could it be that it was going to snow again? The girl looked at the overlapping mountains in the distance in despair, with a look of unwillingness. Suddenly something gently licked the back of her head, and then a smelly heat exhaled on her face. The girl was shocked and looked back and looked at a skinny yellow dog. Seeing her turn, the yellow dog carefully took two steps back and bared her teeth and made a low roar. At the moment of life and death, the girl suddenly came from where she supported her body and sat up and stared at the yellow dog.

One person and the dog were stalemate for a moment, smelling the warm bloody smell, the yellow dog was hungry and took a few steps forward restlessly, wishing to tear off a piece of human flesh to fill its stomach. Finally, it couldn't bear it, and a "Ha'er" sounded out and pounced on the girl, and the smelly saliva shook the girl's face. The girl screamed shrillly, hugged the yellow dog's mouth with both hands, and at the same time, her two thumbs accurately inserted into the yellow dog's eyes. She pounced on her to press the yellow dog, and rolled into the snow with the yellow dog that was struggling and screaming.

After a while, the yellow dog finally stopped moving. The girl retching and wanted to take her hand back, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her arm, so she could only collapse in the snow and stare at the miserable blue sky in a daze.

The "squeak" sound of the soles of the shoes on the snow from far to near, and the voices of people gradually became clear: "It seems to be here."

The girl's eyes, which had already dim, gradually became brighter. Because of exhaustion and excessive blood loss, her vision was blurred. She couldn't see the appearance and clothes of the person coming. She only vaguely knew that the person coming was two men and one woman, a woman was a somewhat older woman, one was a young man and the other was a teenager, and she was dressed fairly. She shouted with all her strength: "Help!" The voice was not much bigger than that of a mosquito.

"Master, An Yi is here!" The boy screamed and ran towards her quickly, trying to spread her hand that was still stuck in the dog's head: "Let go, I'll help you."

"Zhishan, be careful, she has a wound on her head." The woman rushed over quickly, her voice was gentle and friendly, and her pure Beijing accent.

Hearing this familiar Beijing accent, the girl felt a little sad, but she didn't dare to relax, insisting on not letting her mind go: "Save me, I will repay you, I won't let you save you in vain..." After so many things, she could no longer believe that people would just help strangers casually. She could only make a promise to seize that little possibility. She really wanted to live, and she really wanted to live. She still had so many wishes.

The young man named Zhishan carefully wiped the girl's face with snow-white sleeves and shouted anxiously: "An Yi, An Yi, it's me, I am Chen Zhishan. What's wrong with you? Do you recognize who I am?"

It turns out that he is an acquaintance, and this is easy to deal with! He also said that he was so unlucky that he almost died in the snow when he opened his eyes. Who knew that there was no way out of nowhere, and it seemed that he would never die. The new name is An Yi. The girl kept this name in her heart and smiled gratefully at Chen Zhishan and could no longer support her. She tilted her head and completely fainted in Chen Zhishan's arms.

Chen Zhishan looked at the woman at a loss and asked for help, "Master, how is this good?"

"Let me see." The woman stepped forward and carefully examined An Yi's wound, took out an exquisite needle box, and put several silver needles of varying lengths into An Yi's head in order in order, inserting the acupoints on her body, and whispered: "The blood has stopped for the time being, send it back quickly. Medicine may save her life in time. Chen Xi, come and take it, be careful."

The young man dressed in a servant responded, stepped forward and worked with Chen Zhishan, carefully helped An Yi up and headed towards the nearest Changli County. The woman looked around and saw a half-old bamboo basket in the snow not far away, and many snow-rihongs that had just been picked were scattered on the ground. She knew that An Yi was here to pick wild vegetables and would be in danger. She couldn't help but sigh: "The things that County Magistrate An has done have been dragging down the good children in vain." After that, she stepped forward and put Xue Lihong into the basket at will, picked up the basket and followed Chen Zhishan and others.

Chen Zhishan saw the basket and wild vegetables in her hand, and looked at An Yi who was unconscious, and couldn't help but sigh: "I have never seen such a family. In such weather, I force my daughter to come out to pick wild vegetables, but it's the official family... If we hadn't met today, wouldn't An Yi have died in vain?"

The woman frowned and said, "Don't talk too much. If you walk faster, you're afraid that her life will be lost."

Chen Zhishan quietly accelerated his pace when he heard this.

It was already afternoon when the group entered Changli County. The woman looked at An Yi, who was unconscious and the people around her who were curious about exploring, and told Chen Zhishan to go to the nearest tea shop to borrow a cart and quilt so that An Yi could be sent home as soon as possible for treatment.

They are all acquaintances. Although the tea shop owner was unhappy, he borrowed a car and a quilt and repeatedly asked the woman: "Aunt Wu, this girl An is not a big deal?" If this person dies, his cart and quilt will not be successful. If he asks the county magistrate An to compensate, the county magistrate An, who was demoted from the capital, is a famous poor man, and he is still an official. He doesn't have the courage to mess around, but if he doesn't ask for compensation, how can he afford to make trouble in his small business?

The woman, known as Aunt Wu, understood these twists and turns in her heart and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll compensate you for new things."

The woman's surname is Wu and Jing. She is a famous doctor in Feilongguan. Not only is she skilled in medicine, but she also has a magical acupuncture technique that can bring about life and help the weak. She has always had a very good reputation. She said one is one, two is two, and after hearing her promise, the tea shop owner put her heart down and pretended to refuse: "Where can you? You have a wonderful way to rejuvenate..."

Wu Jing didn't have time to listen to his idle talk. Seeing that An Yi was placed, Chen Xi ordered him to push the cart to the county yard. He bypassed two streets and arrived at the Changli County yard. Wu Jing did not let the Zaofu enter the door and go to the county magistrate to the An County yard, but led Chen Xi and Chen Zhishan to the west with familiarity, knocking on a door on the street of the county yard.
Chapter completed!