After the rain stopped, the sky was bright and the shadows of the trees were swaying on the ground, but the silver sky did not come back.
Song Huiyue noticed something was wrong and said to Yuan Yuan: "I'm going to weave a big bamboo basket today. Bring me some refreshments and I'll go back and weave it quietly."
She liked to be quiet and often weaved bamboo alone. Yuan Yuan responded and prepared tea for her, and then went to Mrs. Song's place to help.
Song Huiyue packed five or six pieces of snacks, four oranges, a bottle of golden sore medicine, carried slingshot clay balls on her back, and quietly slipped out of the back door and entered the mountain.
After a heavy rain, the mountains were washed away and there were no traces left.
The spring water I saw yesterday has gathered into a hanging waterfall today. The water falls on the rocks, and the surging water vapor is thick. The mist is so thick that you can only hear the sound of the water like thunder.
Song Huiyue couldn't find any traces. She stepped on the branches and fallen leaves on the ground, holding a wooden stick with one hand and holding on to the vines with the other, struggling to move up.
"Yinxiao!"
No one responded, only empty echoes came.
After walking for an hour, I was rolling and crawling, and my whole body was getting heavier and heavier. My hair and clothes were wet, and my shoes were muddy. When I lifted my feet, they seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
"Yinxiao!"
Only the kingfisher responded to her.
Song Huiyue stopped, took out a piece of snack and an orange to eat, and walked out on the mountain road for another mile. This time she really couldn't walk.
She held on to the wet tree trunk and gasped. She was suddenly stunned. She looked at a smooth slash mark on the tree trunk. She squatted down and rummaged carefully, and found two drops of dried blood.
If wild animals were hunting, not only would there be blood, but also fur, bones and other objects would be scattered, and it would not be so clean.
Song Huiyue got up and continued to search around. This time she not only saw blood, but also found Yinxiao's wrist-removing knife.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.
Facing the sharp knife, she panicked for a moment, then picked up the knife, wiped off the mud and water, stuffed it in her bag, took out the slingshot, loaded the mud balls, and walked forward in the direction of the blood.
She slowed down as much as possible, avoiding broken branches that would make noise, and looked around for them.
The deeper you go, the quieter you get. Even the birds no longer sing. The mountain becomes a silent god, swallowing everything.
Song Huiyue's scalp was numb from the silence. There might be giant snakes and ferocious beasts hiding under any old tree.
She mustered up the courage to continue searching, and following the traces, she found an incomplete body.
It's not complete, but it's in pieces, with only hair, clothes, fingers, and bones left.
The strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
Song Huiyue used a branch to pick up the bloody clothes and carefully identified them, and then let out a long breath - it was not Yinxiao.
Nor are they from the village. There are no men in the village who wear scarves and hats that are fastened with jade rings.
Then it can only be an enemy of unknown origin.
The heart that was beating violently just now also calmed down, but my hands started to tremble belatedly.
She didn't dare to stop here and kept going.
A snake snaked past her stick but did not attack her.
Song Huiyue got goose bumps all over her body, thinking that although there was not a lot of blood here, the smell of blood was very strong, so Yin Xiao should still be around here and not go far.
As for this corpse, it was most likely eaten by big insects.
She secretly said in her heart: "Yinxiao, Yinxiao, could it be that I owed you a lot in my previous life? I saved you here four years ago and almost fell off the cliff. Today there are big insects again, but don't let me die."
Here it is.”
She plucked up the courage to move forward, tiptoeing, not daring to express her anger, and kept her eyes on the clues.
Her exposed face and hands were already red and swollen from mosquito bites, and her big eyes were almost squeezed into squints.
Just when she thought she was going to be bitten by a mosquito, she suddenly discovered Yin Xiao's traces.
Yinxiao's head and face were covered with blood. He was sitting on a big stone in a meditative posture, with a corpse in front of him. At first glance, he looked like a deceased practitioner.
Hearing the noise, he immediately opened his eyes, his gaze shot towards him like a knife.
When he saw it was Song Huiyue, his expression did not change, but his eyes immediately became wet, as if he was about to cry.
Then he raised his injured hand and pinched himself. Before he could confirm whether he was in a dream, Song Huiyue had already strode over.
"Yinxiao, I'm going to be eaten by mosquitoes, and my two legs will be broken!"
Amidst her complaints, Yinxiao confirmed that she was not dreaming, and discovered that Song Huiyue had indeed been bitten by mosquitoes and was completely changed beyond recognition, with one head swelling into two.
He stood up desperately, his dull face suddenly came to life, and he looked around to find some herbs for her. He accidentally lost his footing and fell down again.
"Don't move," Song Huiyue took out her baggage and gave him the snacks and oranges first, "eat some first."
Yin Xiao carefully caught the squashed and soaked bundle, as if holding Song Huiyue's heart.
The snack was broken into pieces and the orange was crushed. He poured the broken snack into his hand, ate it in one bite, and finally ate the orange as well.
After regaining some energy, he rolled up his trouser legs, revealing three very deep scratches on his calves, extending from his calves to his ankles.
The wound looked like three gaping mouths, giving Song Huiyue a bloody hello.
He really couldn't go back.
Yin Xiao explained embarrassedly: "It wasn't these two thieves who did it. It was bad luck and encountered a pair of big insects."
He was afraid that Song Huiyue would think he was too incompetent, so he added: "If it were just one, I would definitely not be hurt."
Song Huiyue looked at the wound, but her expression did not change. She just brushed away some past events from her mind, opened the bottle of golden sore medicine, and sprinkled the powder on it.
Yinxiao gritted his teeth and remained silent. When the sharp pain subsided, he tore a piece of rag from the corpse that was missing one leg and wrapped it around it.
He tied the wound with force and sniffed quietly, feeling that he was too embarrassed and fragile.
It's like a child who has been wronged in the slightest and bursts into tears when he sees someone he loves.
If Song Huiyue hadn't come, he could just sit here from morning to night, not hungry or in pain, just waiting for the opportunity to escape.
If he didn't wait until the right time and died first, there would be nothing he could do.
Song Huiyue swatted the mosquitoes off her hands and asked Yinxiao: "Are there any injuries elsewhere?"
Yin Xiao shook his head, stood up unsteadily, and went to pick up a thicker stick to support himself.
As soon as force was applied to his leg, the wound immediately exploded, tearing away the good skin and flesh, causing him to take a breath of cold air.
He endured it with an expressionless face and said to Song Huiyue: "These two people have gold beads on their bodies and carry short knives. They are very powerful in fighting big insects and have good skills."
Song Huiyue bent down to look at the hand knife thrown on the ground. There was a Wu Anjun sample on the handle.
Apart from Zhang Xutang, she couldn't think of anyone else who could bribe Wu Anjun.
She supported Yin Xiao: "Be patient, go back as soon as possible, and call a doctor for you."
Yin Xiao nodded, feeling that Song Huiyue was trying her best to share his weight. A kingfisher landed on the branch above their heads. The green feathers were still wet. She shook her wings vigorously, and the rain on the treetops fell pattering down, soaking them all.
Song Dynasty painting on the head of the moon.
Water droplets dripped from her forehead to her forehead, and then rolled onto Song Huiyue's eyes. Her eyelashes instantly seemed to be covered with pearls.
He quietly took this scene into his eyes and hid it in his heart.