He struggled and whispered: "Don't do this, don't do this, it's not good for them to hear..."
A violent coughing sound came from a felt bag, and a woman's slender voice sounded: "What's wrong? If you have something to say, please tell me."
The bearded man immediately shouted: "Help, I really didn't mean it. Something happened to me today..."
A woman wrapped in a sheepskin robe struggled to hold the door and said softly: "Old Ying, please listen to him first..."
"Hmph!" Old Ying threw the man to the ground angrily and kicked him hard: "Useless thing!"
Big Beard said: "A group of people came to the town, saying they were from the south who came to collect medicine. They rented the inn and tavern. They seem to be looking for someone..."
Before he finished speaking, Old Ying had already choked him: "Are you exposed?"
"I didn't, I didn't. I heard they had good medicine for wounds, so I stayed in the tavern for a while, but I was stopped unexpectedly. I ran back quietly. You see, the snow was so heavy, they couldn't find it.
of……"
Before he finished speaking, his throat tightened, and he clawed and kicked with his hands and feet, but he couldn't get rid of the iron claws of the old eagle, so he had to beg the woman: "Uh... uh..."
The woman pointed at Old Eagle tremblingly: "Stop! I order you to stop!"
The old eagle sneered contemptuously: "Who do you think you are!"
The woman blushed, feeling ashamed and angry: "If you kill him, who will provide us with food in the future? You? Who will look after your master when you are away?"
Mr. Ying was furious: "I knew you were unreliable. Why, seeing that my master is unconscious, you just want to leave him and run away? Okay, run, you should run..."
"Stop it, everyone." A deep male voice sounded, and a slightly fat young man walked out of the felt bag with his hands behind his back and looked at Old Ying majestically: "Put him down, I'll ask him."
Old Ying nodded, slapped his beard on the ground, and shouted: "Be honest!"
The bearded man quickly climbed up to the young man, hugged his legs tightly and said sadly: "Those people asked if they had seen anyone in the mountains. It happened that someone in the town knew me and said that I had met dead people in the mountains. I didn't."
The only way is to say that I met someone who was eaten by a wolf..."
He told the story again, omitting the part about the sachet being taken away, and focused on emphasizing how clever and clever he was.
The young man sighed and turned to look in the direction he came from.
The wind and snow were blowing, the fields were vast and silent, nothing special appeared, and it seemed very safe.
He asked the old man worriedly: "Old Ying, can you detect someone approaching within two feet?"
Mr. Ying said with certainty: "Yes. Not yet."
He said, "I think something is going to happen, so let's move overnight."
The woman asked in embarrassment: "Where can we go in such a heavy snowstorm?"
"There is a valley past here. There are two unoccupied adobe houses there. Let's go there."
The fat man said pitifully: "It's really hard for you to follow me."
The woman lowered her head and wiped her tears: "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry a dog, follow the dog... What are you talking about?"
"Should we move or not? If not, you can stay." Old Ying impatiently walked into a felt room, dragged out sleds and other items, harnessed dogs and spread leather mattresses, and kept busy.
The fat man sighed: "You go and clean up, I'll help."
The woman held his hand and begged in a low voice: "Husband, I beg you, let's not stay here any longer. When will this continue?" (To be continued)