Mo Shuruo drove straight to the northwest along the official road. On the way, he hired a horseman to drive day and night. The journey was bumpy and he asked questions while walking. Villagers along the way said that they had indeed seen a man in white a few days ago. Because he had a cold temperament, handsome appearance and ordinary appearance.
It's hard for people to forget once they've seen her once. This saved Mo Shuruo a lot of energy and also showed that she was on the right track.
At the end of the official road, the mountains stretched. When they arrived at the last market, Mo Shuruo packed his luggage, dismissed the horseman, and sold his car for money and dry food. He rode alone on horseback for another five days on the mountain road. There were fewer and fewer villages along the way.
This was the last house to go to Yanya Prison. There was basically no road behind it. Mo Shuruo immediately gave the horse to the villagers. Perhaps she was more frightened than surprised. Yanya Prison was right behind the mountain.
But he still couldn't catch up with Yan Jue all the way.
She hiked over a mountain peak and walked for half a day to the teahouse in the deserted mountain.
This tea shed is the last inhabited place in front of the mountain. The stoves in the house seem to be new. It should be because the immigrant population has increased recently and the villagers want to make some money so they built a tea shed in this wild ridge. At this time, the inside and outside of the thatched shed were full of people.
He met several passers-by, and after a quick glance at their clothes, he guessed they belonged to several small sects in the world. Mo Shuruo carried his baggage and sat in the most inconspicuous corner, "Boss, let's have a bowl of Yangchun noodles."
"okay!"
This is the only way to go to Yanya Prison. No matter who comes from all over the world, they will all get together in the end. Although some people deliberately spread the treasure, there are still some people who want money rather than their lives and dare to have the courage to try it.
"My guest, your Yangchun noodles."
Mo Shuruo lowered his head and ate quietly. He went up the mountain to join these people, not knowing what would happen. She was a female prostitute who didn't know martial arts and was alone, which was really dangerous.
On the other side, a waiter at one of the tables pointed at Mo Shuruo in the corner, "Look, Master Ciao! That person looks familiar."
The leader was dressed gorgeously and did not look like someone from the martial arts world. He turned around and took a look, put down his chopsticks hard, and sneered: "Enemies are on a narrow road. Today I fall into my hands. Let's see how I deal with you. Let's go!" A group of people!
People quickly gathered around.
Mo Shuruo took a bite of noodles and saw that the surroundings suddenly darkened. He raised his head and scanned around, quietly grasped the dagger in his bag, and said cautiously: "What do you want to do..."
The young master who took the lead stepped on the stool and smiled sinisterly, "It's been so long since we last met. How come we forgot so quickly?"
Mo Shuruo looked carefully and seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember, "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" He laughed twice, "My name is Fang Chengsong, and Fang Ruwan, the daughter of the county, is my cousin."
When she heard this name, she immediately thought of that unruly and domineering rich lady. Incidentally, she remembered that the young man who followed Fang De on Tianmu Peak and made rude remarks to her to trouble her.
Uncle Mo sat quietly, wondering why he was so unlucky.
"You were lucky to escape that day, but you are not so lucky today." A group of men in the corner surrounded a little girl aggressively, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Mo Shuruo's eyes darted around, "I didn't deliberately provoke what happened back then. My sister went too far to bully others. I can't blame others for what happened."
"You!" Fang Chengsong raised his hand and wanted to slap her, but Mo Shuruo was so scared that he frowned and closed his eyes.
The attendant stopped him in time and said in a low voice: "Young Master Cousin, there are so many pairs of eyes looking at you, so it is inconvenient to take action."
After thinking about it carefully, he put down his raised hand and said coldly: "Don't think that because your grandfather is powerful, he can do whatever he wants. Mo Shuruo, time in this mountain is not short, and I have many means to deal with you. Huh! Let's go.
.”
Looking at the retreating figures of several people, Mo Shuruo couldn't help but shudder in his heart. There were at least five days left before going to Yanya Prison, and he would definitely try his best to cause trouble for himself along the way. She had a look on her face
She looked at the sky with a sad look. Although she followed Yan Jue's footsteps, it had been ten and a half months and she hadn't even seen his shadow. She was a little scared, what if Yan Jue had already gone to Yan Yayu?
?
The days were short in winter, so Mo Shuruo immediately left the tea shed after finishing his food and continued marching into the mountains.
The mountain road is difficult to navigate, with thorns everywhere, and the route depends entirely on the guide who leads the way. The guide is an old man in his fifties or sixties. I heard that he had been to that area with his companions because he was playful when he was a child. But in the past few decades, the mountainous landform has changed.
They are all biased, and I don’t know if they are reliable just from memory.
After three hours of walking, Mo Shuruo only felt a severe pain in her feet. She was already lagging behind the team, and she couldn't match the physical strength of those practicing martial arts, so she was left far behind in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, the night came, so she wouldn't
There wasn't even time to breathe. Not long after going up the mountain, everyone found an open space and stopped to rest. Some people who were prepared even set up some simple tents.
When Mo Shuruo finally climbed up, many people had already started setting up firewood to cook food.
Mo Shuruo dragged his cramped legs, found an edge area, and sat down against a big tree. He took off his shoes and saw that there were several blisters on his feet. It was also good to soak his feet in hot water at this time.
It's a pity that she was alone and couldn't bring any utensils. She was very envious when she saw that others had all the kitchen utensils for eating and drinking. She reached into her bag and dug out a piece of sweet potato biscuit to eat, while wrapping herself tightly in a cloak.
When the moon rose, a dozen fires of various sizes were already burning on this vast land. There was not a sound of insects or birds in the mountains and forests, and it was so quiet that there was only the crackling sound of the fires burning. Although it was a wilderness, at this moment
But it was brightly illuminated by the bonfire.
The night was not yet deep, and the people who came together were already gathered together, talking something while eating solid food to fill their stomachs. They were probably afraid that others would hear their ideas and discussed strategies, so everyone kept their voices low.
Whisper. Except for Mo Shuruo, almost all the people here are heading for the treasure. There are several groups of forty or fifty people. No matter how much gold is scattered, there won't be much left. What's more, human nature is selfish and greedy. In the face of money,
Who would be willing to share it with others? The more people you don’t know, the more enemies you have. In the past half day, Mo Shuruo has seen no less than ten things about overt and covert listening. She didn’t want to care about so many things, and she didn’t bother to think about them.
.
After nightfall, the cold wind gradually picked up, and the temperature in the mountains was frighteningly low. Except for a few night watchmen in the open air, almost everyone had fallen asleep. Mo Shuruo wrapped himself tightly in his cloak and lay unsteadily on the firewood he lit before going to bed.
Under the tree. She was so tired from the half-day trip that she could hardly move. It was windy at night and there was no shelter. She didn't sleep well, but she still fell asleep.
Under the moonlight, I suddenly saw a figure approaching the big tree quietly, took something from the ground and ran back quickly. This time, no one saw anyone.
In the morning of the next day, early risers had already started to pack their bags and prepare to set off. Mo Shuruo was sleeping in a daze while leaning on a tree trunk. He was awakened by the sound and stood up immediately. He got up too fast, his mind was not clear, and he was also swaying.
few times.
Someone beside her went to wash in a nearby stream, and she followed him there. When she came back, she found that her luggage was missing. Although there was nothing valuable, the white jade ring ring was inside.
There are many people in this team and it is difficult to investigate, but the biggest suspect is Fang Chengsong. Mo Shuruo guessed that he might start to take revenge on him.
The weather was cloudy and rainy that day. Since the morning, the white mist in the jungle has not dispersed and it has become hazy. Looking forward from the back, you can no longer see the figures of the people in front of you within a distance of ten people. Mo Shuruoren
My feet hurt, so I tried my best not to fall behind. It was difficult to walk through the mountains and bushes, and if I got lost, I might not survive.
At three quarters of noon, there was still no sunshine. The sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind was strong, indicating that there would be a heavy rain. A group of people didn't even have time to eat, so they just rushed on their way, trying to find a safe place to take shelter before the heavy rain.
A group of people were walking through the desolate mountains and old forests. Before it got dark, a heavy rain came quickly. Some people wore raincoats and bamboo hats, and some were led up by ropes. Mo Shuruo was dripping wet.
It was raining heavily, my lips were black and blue, I was shivering from the cold, and I had to fight hard to keep up.
Although it was still early, the situation was not suitable for hurrying at all. We were passing through a steep cliff, and due to rain erosion, the land was loose. Unfortunately, someone happened to step on it, and four or five people fell immediately behind and behind him, which instantly caused quite a sensation.
.
Mo Shuruo leaned against the stone wall behind him, frowning and not daring to look. He only stopped for a moment in front, but continued walking.
Fortunately, not long after, there was a natural cave on the cliff. Everyone crowded in and started a fire to keep warm. Mo Shuruo huddled in the corner, took off his soaked cloak, hugged his knees and felt dizzy.
She had not recovered from the cold when she left Qing'an. She had been relying on the life-saving pills given by Xiang Jingyi during the journey for the past half month. Now she lost her luggage, got caught in the rain, and felt a severe headache when the cold wind blew. In a daze, her eyes flashed.
I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, it was already midnight. It was still raining heavily outside, and everyone around me was asleep.
She sat up against the stone wall and exhausted all her strength. Panting, she held her still damp cloak and looked into the distance with melancholy eyes.
Another day passed like this.
Normal people like them have been forced into a state of panic by the heavy rain. I wonder what it would be like for Yan Jue to be alone? At this moment, where is he resting in the mountains?
Yan Jue, Yan Jue, if you don't show up again, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you...
Mo Shuruo's eyes were blurred and he gradually fell into sleep again.
I was still woken up the next day. Mo Shuruo hadn't eaten anything all day, and he had a fever all night. Everyone was double-imaged. He didn't know what time it was. He only knew that the rain had stopped and some people were already there.
Start setting off.
He held on to the stone wall and forced himself to stand up. Not far from the cave, he fell down on the grass.
Several people approached, but Mo Shuruo only saw a group of men's feet. She didn't even have the strength to raise her head.
Fang Chengsong squatted in front of her and raised her chin, "Mo Shuruo, if you don't beg me, maybe I will give you something to eat when I am happy."
Uncle Mo didn't say anything. It was obvious that he was the one who took away the burden of this provocation.
"What, you're not hungry?" He became more serious, took the dried meat from the entourage's hand and shook it in front of her eyes, "If you're not hungry, then I'll eat it myself."
Mo Shuruo tried his best to break free from his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Give me back my things."
"Something? What something?" He laughed with his entourage, "Why is your stuff here with me?"
"I know you took it." Mo Shuruo was trembling with anger, but unfortunately he couldn't beat him, so he could only yell weakly: "Give it back to me immediately."
"Are you ordering me? Who do you think you are? I just took your things, what can you do to me, ah, what!" He felt funny and stretched out his hand to take pictures of Mo Shuruo's face.
He slapped him several times, neither hard nor light, until she wanted to bite him to death.
Mo Shuruo sat up suddenly, pulled out the dagger and pointed it at him, "Don't force me..."
Fang Chengsong smiled instead of getting angry, "Hey, are you going to resist?" He grabbed the sides of the dagger and swung it around. Mo Shuruo immediately let go and fell to the ground again. He threw the dagger in his hand casually.
On the grass, he stood up and looked down at her, "Mo Shuruo, I won't kill you. It's such a fun trip, and I want to entertain you a few more times." Throwing down two dry cookies, the group laughed slowly.
Go far.
Uncle Mo was breathing heavily, and as soon as he relaxed, he almost fainted again. There was no one else around him, and the marching team slowly moved away and disappeared behind the trees.
Mo Shuruo tried several times but failed to get up. She had reached her limit.
Her right hand touched the copper bell on her waist, and tears immediately rolled down her face. "Yanjue, if you were really in this mountain, could you hear it?" She raised her hand and shook it with her last strength, and the clear ringtone gradually gradually
It spread to the distance. "If you can hear it, you will...come...save me..." As the last trace of consciousness disappeared, the ringtone also stopped abruptly.
She had a dream while she was sleeping. She dreamed that when she was a child, the family was sitting around the fire, with the sound of firecrackers outside the house, and Mo Shuruo covered his ears and hid in Mr. Mo's arms, his eyes clear.
So warm...
She thought she would never wake up again. When she opened her eyes, she was stunned for a long time. She looked around, but it was still the same cave. Mo Shuruo got up and seemed to be in better spirits. There was no sun outside the cave, but it was good.
It had just rained, there were no clouds in the sky, and it was very clear.
"Yan Jue! Yan Jue, where are you?" she shouted as she ran. Although there were dozens of people in this barren mountain and wilderness, there was probably only one person who could save her.
It's just that I ran a long way and didn't see anyone.
She hurriedly wiped her sweat, cheered up and ran towards the mountains. She thought that she must catch up with the group of people. Now that she knew that Yanjue was nearby, she just wanted to snatch the baggage back.
Mo Shuruo didn't fall asleep for long, but her physical strength recovered astonishingly. She basically ran wherever she could go. After chasing for half a day, after nightfall, the burning bonfire became the best target for Mo Shuruo.
Shu Ruo traveled in the dark and carefully climbed the mountain road for an hour before reaching the camp.
Fang Chengsong took a sip of wine and heard the people around him say: "Young Master Ciao, I didn't see Uncle Mo following me this whole way, she won't be dead..."
Fang Chengsong glared at the man and said, "Shut up."
The guy immediately kept silent and lowered his head to eat.
Someone whispered: "Yan Yayu is right in front of you, do you want to do it tonight?" He made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Fang Chengsong shook his head, "Someone will move before us, we just need to protect our own safety."
Someone complimented, "Young Master is better than me, let's let these gangsters bite dogs and let us reap the benefits."
After everyone snickered, Fang Chengsong ordered in a cold voice, "Please stay alert tonight. We will work in shifts, changing every hour."
"yes."
The night sky is pitch black tonight, with only a few stars hanging sparsely.
Mo Shuruo rested in the haystack for a long time. When it was dark and late at night, she carefully got up and approached slowly. It was indeed a bit tense tonight. Not only were there people keeping vigil in front of their respective tents, but there were also people patrolling the surrounding areas from time to time. She nestled in the nearest bushes.
Inside, she saw the right moment and somersaulted out, touching the back of Fang Chengsong's tent. In just that moment, she almost died of fright.
Uncle Mo was still frightened.
She is really not a thief. She is not good at stealing things...even though the things are her own.
Mo Shuruo took a deep breath and asked God to protect her from being discovered and the people inside from waking up.
I was about to turn out and rush in all at once.
Suddenly there was a sound of killing from the other side, and everyone woke up instantly and jumped out of the tent to join the fight.
Mo Shuruo leaned against the tent and heard Fang Chengsong shout, "Go and have a look!"
Mo Shuruo squatted down, lifted up the corner of the tent at the back, and climbed in quietly. There was a sound of killing outside the tent, and Mo Shuruo quickly rummaged through a pile of clothes and baggage, and finally found his things before Fang Chengsong came in. He put his thumb on
Fortunately, I had collected some silver biscuits, medicine for bruises and some sundries in my carry-on bag and didn't take any more.
Just as he was opening the corner of the tent and running away, footsteps came from outside, "Young Master Ciao, as expected, someone couldn't help but take action."
He smiled coldly, "Don't worry about it, everyone can be divided into two groups and surround their tents without being implicated."
"yes."
No! Mo Shuruo secretly screamed, fluttered his legs and climbed out quickly, stood up and ran away.
Someone behind him shouted: "There's someone!"
"Chase me!"
Mo Shuruo didn't dare to look back and ran forward with all his strength.