At that time, looking at the cornices and corners, it felt like it was not that far away. I actually measured the ground with my feet. This distance almost made Xia Jing breathless.
If it weren't for the strong willpower she had developed during the last days, she would have fainted in the middle of the road, and maybe she would have become a skeleton on the roadside after a while.
When the last twilight fell in the west, Xia Jing finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. Looking at the red wall not far away, she habitually used her mental power to scan the situation ahead.
A man as thin as a stick was hiding motionless in the big tree next to the wall.
Although the man was thin, Xia Jing didn't dare to be careless when she noticed his slightly protruding temples and sharp eyes.
And the trees here, whether inside or outside the fence, have wilted leaves, but they have much more vitality than the trees on other mountains.
In this case, either the Feng Shui here is good and the groundwater is sufficient, or someone is watering and taking care of it.
Xia Jing glanced at the big tree where people were hiding, and then used her mental power to explore the side to make sure there was no one else hiding around. She avoided the tall man on the tree and turned to the other direction of the wall.
The sky gradually darkened, and darkness became the best invisibility barrier. Xia Jing relied on her mental scanning to successfully avoid the two warriors and enter the wall.
After entering, she passed a stone monument and realized that although there were people here, it was not a place where people lived.
The wall she had just ventured over was the Feng Shui wall of this group of mausoleums, and the cornices she saw during the day were the places built by the royal family for the dead.
Of course the dead live underground, but the buildings above ground also belong to the dead living underground.
Xia Jing touched her hungry belly. The little food she had eaten before she choked to death in the morning had long been digested by her along the way.
At this moment, she didn't have the extra energy to think about whether she could enter this place. At this moment, she just wanted to find a private place to rest quickly, and it would be better if she could find some food by the way.
The guards outside the Feng Shui Wall are quite tight, but when you enter the Feng Shui Wall, there are not many guards guarding you secretly.
This situation of tightness on the outside and looseness on the inside shows that the warrior guards outside the wall are very confident in their own force.
Although it is not an imperial mausoleum, it is not small in scale and covers an extremely large area.
Xia Jing explored all the way and finally found several offerings in one of the halls. Moreover, the offerings on the table had not deteriorated.
Xia Jing, who was very hungry, couldn't care whether it was an offering or not. For people living in the apocalypse, as long as the food can be eaten, there is no waste.
Three plates of cakes and two plates of fruits, usually enough for two or three people, were eaten by Xia Jing in one meal.
After eating and drinking, Xia Jing stretched, turned and entered the back hall, which was more private than the front hall. The back hall was empty and had no furnishings.
Xia Jing went into the dark to put out the coffin she had put in during the day. Regarding the place of rebirth, she felt no psychological burden at all to lie down in it again.
Lying down inside, Xia Jing still sighed in her heart, this width and length is really the best sleeping position for adjusting your sleeping position, so that you can't turn over even if you want.
The night in the Royal Tomb is very quiet, without the howling of apocalyptic zombies, except for the night falcon calling once or twice from time to time. It can be said that this environment is the best place to induce sleep.
After a night of nightmares, she woke up in her mind like a movie, showing a woman's short life in front of her.
When Xia Jing woke up, the tops of the big trees outside the window had been dyed gold. Under the sunlight, the naked eye could not tell whether the leaves on the tops were green leaves or dry yellow leaves.
The sky is blue and the air is fresh. If you ignore the small dry green plants nearby, the scenery is beautiful and very suitable for human habitation.
Xia Jing stretched herself out and jumped out of the coffin. As soon as her feet landed on the ground, a heartbreaking pain came from the soles of her feet.
There was no other decoration in the palace, so she could only sit back in the coffin.
Yesterday, I was walking all the way in soft-soled shoes, and a few blood blisters appeared on the soles of my feet. Last night, I was so tired and sleepy that I forgot to take care of myself. I lay down and fell asleep instantly.
Moreover, at the end of the world, her hands and feet had already developed calluses. She had forgotten for a moment that she was a noble lady with a delicate body. Yesterday, she walked such a long distance on her feet, and it was not a big deal to have blood blisters on her feet.
Strange.
The blood bubble burst, and the blood that flowed out completely stuck to the socks, which were ancient footwear, and had dried.
Xia Jing took off her socks halfway and couldn't take them off. I don't know if it was due to a change of environment or a change of body, but her pain-sensing nerves were particularly sensitive.
I wanted to soak my socks with water before taking them off, but in reality there was nothing usable except dust in the back hall. If I tried to tear off the stuck socks, I might injure my feet even more seriously.
In the end, Xia Jing could only tear off two strips of cloth from her underwear and wrap her socks and feet tightly together, so that her feet would not hurt so much when she stepped on the ground.
He combed his hair and put the coffin into the space.
Last night, Xia Jing ate some pastries and fruits by the dim light of the lamp in the front hall. After a night of digestion, Xia Jing was hungry again.
She touched her flaky lips and left the apse.
I don’t know whether it was because I slept in the original owner’s coffin last night or because my brain was repairing the memory. Anyway, when I woke up, the original owner’s memory came back to life.
While Xia Jing was sorting out the memories in her mind, a series of footsteps sounded outside the hall.