It was rare to encounter Leng Feng who was alone. Shen Yifei didn't want to waste this good opportunity, and planned to catch up once and for all, so he chased after him. For a moment, he forgot that there was someone who had fainted beside him.
After running for an unknown amount of time, Leng Fengjue ran hurriedly in the woods with his scarred body, blood dripping every two steps he took. Just when he could no longer hold on, he finally saw an official road, and then he
He lost his strength, rolled his eyes and fainted on the road.
After he fainted, a pair of young hands reached out from the grass on the roadside and pulled Leng Fengjue in.
The grass shook for a moment and then became silent.
Shen Yifei, who was chasing after the bloodstains, came to the place where Leng Fengjue disappeared. He looked at the interrupted bloodstains on the ground, stopped for a moment, and snorted coldly.
"People were rescued."
The man was lost in pursuit. At this moment, Shen Yifei thought of Jian Suifeng, glanced suspiciously at the grass on the roadside, and then turned into light and returned.
After Shen Yifei left, it took a long time for the grass to start to move, and a thin figure was seen cautiously poking out from the grass.
After looking around and feeling that there was no danger, she dragged Leng Fengjue out of the grass, and then dragged Leng Fengjue away with difficulty.
When he returned to the place where he fought before, Shen Yifei found that Jian Suifeng was missing. He thought that Jian Suifeng had woken up and went to look for him, so Shen Yifei waited there.
But after waiting for two hours and not seeing him come back, Shen Yifei realized something was wrong and started looking around.
"Sword Suifeng~Sword Suifeng..."
After searching for two days, there was no sign of anyone, and Shen Yifei had a look of anxiety on his face.
"You won't be picked up by a passing jackal, tiger or leopard, right?"
Just when he was making random guesses, there was a drastic change in the sky. The three suns were originally in the same sky, and the black moon began to move slowly, and finally disappeared over the misery.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. Yeguoyuedu is available for Android and Apple.]
After the black moon disappeared, the plight changed dramatically, and unprecedented heat enveloped the entire land of China.
"It seems that the King of Hell has started to take action. Su Huan is really missing. I need to put Gu Yao down as soon as possible to relieve the harm of Shuangyang." Shen Yifei looked at the sky and murmured.
Then he bowed to the place where the sword Suifeng disappeared, "Suifeng, I'm sorry for you. I will definitely come to see you during the next Qingming Festival."
...
In a village thousands of miles away from Zangtian Pass, people were coming and going in a hurry. Because they heard that the King of Hell in the Forest Prison had sacrificed the people of several villages in order to build the line of return of the underworld, this made the whole village full of people.
There is a tense atmosphere.
In a remote place at the end of the village, there was a dilapidated wooden house with an open door and a thick wooden board standing beside the door.
There was only a simple wooden bed, a table and a dark stove in the house. It looked extremely simple, and there was even a hole in the roof.
A small figure got into a sack and rummaged for something. After a long time, a little girl with pigtails stepped out of the sack.
A very young girl, only four or five years old, with a layer of pitch-black pot ash on her face.
The little girl held a large handful of rice grains and looked at the person lying on the bed.
He whispered, "I don't know if it's enough..."
Then the little girl put the rice into a container, picked up a piece of wood and started pounding it.
There was a sound of winter in the house, and with the impact again and again, the shell on the rice grains shattered, revealing the crystal clear white rice.
"Huh~"
After gently blowing away the rice husks and carefully picking up each grain of rice, the little girl put the rice into the pot, poured some water and started to boil it.
The girl struggled to carry the water and skillfully lit the fire and added firewood.
It's hard to imagine how long such a little girl had to live alone in this dilapidated wooden house before she could become so skilled in that movement.
Following the smoke, a pot of gruel was ready in a short while.
There was a large pot of rice soup with sparse rice grains floating in it. It wasn't that there was too much water, but that there was too little rice. This rice soup was the little girl's daily meal.
The little girl swallowed hard, took out a broken bowl with a chip, fished out all the rice grains in the pot, then came to the bedside and fed the bowl of gruel into Leng Fengjue's mouth.
It wasn't until all the rice in the bowl was finished that the little girl showed a happy smile, then took the bowl to the pot and scooped up a full bowl of rice soup.
The little girl drank bowl after bowl until she was full before putting the bowl down.
As the sky grew dark, the little girl came to the bed, snuggled next to Leng Fengjue, and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, when it was dark, the little girl got up early, put on linen clothes, drank a sip of cold water, rinsed her mouth and walked to the market in the center of the village.
Although this place is close to Zangtian Pass and fear hangs in the hearts of the villagers, life still has to go on.
The sun has just risen, and there are already many farmers in the market selling their goods.
The little girl shuttles among the vendors. When she sees a busy stall, she takes the initiative to help. She does not ask for money, but only asks the boss to give a bowl of food after working hard.
The villagers are no longer surprised by the sight of the little girl. Everyone knows where Granny Cinder lives with a little girl in the west of the village. However, after Granny Cinder passed away a few months ago, the little girl was left alone and helpless.
Unreliable.
Therefore, villagers often see little girls coming to the market to earn a living.
Although the little girl is small, she has nimble hands and feet. She is very lucky today. She saw that Uncle Wang at the bun shop was very busy, so she took the initiative to go up and start beating him.
After a lot of work, the breakfast shop ended its business for the day.
The owner of the steamed bun shop took out a steamed bun that he had left beforehand and handed it to the little girl.
The little girl struggled to move her eyes from the buns to the wooden barrel containing gruel next to her. She picked up her broken bowl and said, "Uncle Wang, I don't want the buns. Can you give me more gruel?"
Hearing this, the boss put down the buns and filled the little girl's bowl with gruel.
"Thanks."
The little girl politely thanked the boss, then turned around and left with the bowl in hand.
"etc."
The little girl turned around in confusion, and a bun was placed in her bowl.
"You did a good job today, so this bun will be given to you as a reward."
The little girl bowed deeply to Boss Wang's back before returning to her home.
Looking at the little girl's thin but strong body, the big man Wang sighed.
"This damn world, poor baby."
There are still mostly good people in the villagers. Although Boss Wang felt sorry for the little girl and wanted to raise her, he had to give up the idea when he thought of the tigress at home.
After working all morning, the little girl returned home with her tired body. After feeding the porridge into Leng Fengjue's belly, she ate the steamed buns with the leftover rice soup from last night.
Just like that, in the next few days, the little girl could be seen in the market every day.
the next day.
The third day.
Until the morning of the fourth day, Leng Fengjue woke up quietly.