It was a rare night without wind and snow, and the moon hung coldly in the black ice-like sky. Not even a single cloud could be seen, and it was as clear as glass.
Carriages ran on the road during the day, leaving a sunken snow track mark. Chu Qiao accidentally stepped into it several times, and her body swayed. Hunger and cold made her dizzy and weak in her limbs.
Looking forward slightly, Chu Qiao thought, should ordinary people be infected with wind and cold in this situation? Even if they don't get sick, they should freeze to death in the snow? But she, the tough-minded Fourth Miss Chu, is still standing.
, moving steps without any sign of dying. Maybe this is the difference between disaster stars and ordinary people?
What our ancestors said is always true. It is not easy to die from disaster stars. Those who die are the people who were harmed by disaster stars.
Shaking her head, Chu Qiao took a deep breath and continued to walk forward numbly. The night was getting deeper and deeper, her knees gradually failed to obey her, and her steps became smaller and smaller.
In front of a snow hill, although the slope was not large, she stepped back several times. When she tried to climb over again, she suddenly heard a scream in her ears.
"Chunxiang!"
Who is screaming in the middle of the night?
Chu Qiao was really startled, her feet stopped, her mechanical steps could no longer be moved, and her nerves became tense. From which direction did the sound come? She could hardly tell. Wherever her eyes touched, it turned out to be
piece……
tombstone?
With a "pop", all the strength of Chu Qiao's persistence gave up, and she sat down on the ground. In the direction of her left hand, there was a cemetery covered with snow. Could it be that the sound just now was really a ghost scream?
Chu Qiao had never believed in superstition since she was a child, and she didn't believe that people would turn into ghosts after death. But this time, in this deserted snowfield, she was still afraid, because the sad voice came intermittently again.
"Chun...Chunxiang is going to die, I can't survive...she is going to die..."
The voice seemed to come from the right. Following the voice, Chu Qiao looked over without daring to raise her voice, and her eyeballs couldn't move flexibly.
In sight, there was no tombstone or female ghost, but a carriage parked on the edge of the snow.
How could there be a carriage? Chu Qiao's eyes widened. If someone hadn't called out, she would have walked forward mechanically, almost ignoring the existence of the carriage.
This is a carriage pulled by two horses. The horses have stopped walking. They are standing still, raising their necks and stamping their feet. There is a large cover on the carriage, and it is wrapped in silk on all sides. It is light blue.
It was made of cotton curtains made of colored crepe, with a liftable crossbar inserted in the middle. It seemed that this was no ordinary people's carriage.
The sound came from the carriage.
There is no doubt that the people in the carriage are people, not ghosts.
There was someone to eat, and Chu Qiao was in urgent need of some dry food to satisfy her hunger. She struggled to stand up, but she heard the conversation between the two women in the carriage.
"What can we do? There is no village in the front and no store in the back." A woman's voice sounded much weaker.
"I didn't expect that this time when I came out, I would be infected with this disease, and even the groom ran away. What should we do in this situation?"
"It would be great if there was a doctor. He could at least help us. We really have no money to spend now. Do we really have to wait here to die?"
Listening to this conversation, Chu Qiao's eyes suddenly lit up, money? They have money.