The two of them ate something to fill their stomachs, and after the rain gradually subsided, they helped each other to the back mountain not far away.
The back mountain was deserted once yesterday, because no one has walked around it all year round, there are weeds, and there is no road.
Xiao Ci found a rusty hatchet in the broken house where he lived to defend himself, and before going up the mountain, he cut a thick branch for Song Qinghuan to use as a spare.
He had been here once yesterday, and he still had some impressions. He would not be disoriented when he pulled Song Qinghuan up the mountain.
Although Song Qinghuan was not good at medicine, he was good at identifying medicines. The two supported each other and walked for a while. They found that there were many common medicinal materials in the mountains. The medicines for treating trauma and wind and cold were sparse and common.
It was collected quickly.
God was kind, and since we started to go out, the rain has shown no sign of increasing.
Song Qinghuan threw a newly picked herb into the basket behind Xiao Ci, picked a few non-poisonous mushrooms, brushed the sand off the mushrooms, and said: "This place is quite strange, so it stands to reason
It is said that no matter how poor you are, you will never be poor. Why is this nice village so abandoned?"
Xiao Ci reached out to pick up the mushrooms in her hand and threw them on his backpack, then said, "It's a little strange. Yesterday I saw a row of completely burned courtyards, and I planned to go take a look later."
Song Qinghuan responded and said nothing, only concentrating on collecting the medicine.
They don't even know where this place is at this moment, and they may have to go through a lot of trouble if they want to go back to Ruizhou. It will definitely be useful to prepare more medicine while there is medicine to be harvested here.
Xiao Ci couldn't even recognize a few of the prepared dried herbs, let alone the newly picked ones with leaves. So Song Qinghuan set up several traps along the way to collect the herbs to see if they could be the same as yesterday.
Then catch some wild animals.
The two of them walked left and right, not too far apart, and they exchanged a few words from time to time.
Except for the voices of the two people talking, everything in the forest was silent. When the grass moved, a few cries were heard. The dagger in Xiao Ci's hand quickly flew out, and when he pushed aside the grass, he saw a pheasant.
The corner of his lips curled up, and he said: "This thing is just right for the little girl to mend."
As soon as Song Qinghuan finished speaking, a horrified cry came from Song Qinghuan's end, mixed with Xiao Ci's name.
Xiao Ci was also frightened. He pulled out the dagger from the pheasant, threw the pheasant into the basket on his back, and quickly ran towards the source of the sound.
Song Qinghuan fell to the ground, his face pale and ugly. When he heard the footsteps of people coming and going, he turned around and saw Xiao Ci getting up from the ground nervously. No matter how much mud was on his body, he grabbed his arm and buried his face.
He went in and said tremblingly: "Yes, there are many corpses."
Xiao Ci frowned and looked up, only to see that the trees in front of him were much sparser than those around him, and some trees were faintly burnt and scorched.
He grabbed Song Qinghuan's hand and said with a smile: "With all your abilities, are you still afraid of corpses?"
Song Qinghuan glared at him and didn't dare to let go of his hands: "Even if I have the ability, it's my daughter's house. I'm afraid there's something strange about these things."
"Okay, okay, it's not surprising. Don't worry, my husband is here. Not to mention the corpse, even the monsters have been chased away for you." Xiao Ci laughed twice and pulled Song Qinghuan's hand off: "You stand here
Don't move here, I'll go take a look."
Song Qinghuan didn't dare to let go. Although she was born in the market and was not so wealthy, seeing the situation just now made her scalp feel numb and goosebumps arose.
Busy tightened Xiao Ci's arm: "No, I'll go with you. There might be a ghost here."
She was very afraid of ghosts, but she didn't know that she was half a ghost.
Xiao Ci was very scared when he saw her, but he didn't say anything, he just put his arms around her and moved forward.
However, after walking a few dozen steps, the field of view becomes much wider. There are several scattered skeletons at your feet, and what you see in your eyes are the burned mountains and forests.
Song Qinghuan didn't dare to look any further, so she could only close her eyes and Xiao Ci looked at the man in front of her.
The skeleton kicked aside, hugged her tightly and moved forward. After taking a few steps forward, there were more and more white bones.
It was obvious that a very tragic incident had occurred here before, and it was not known whether these bones were alive or dead.
The further Xiao Ci walked forward, the more tightly he frowned, and the stronger he held Song Qinghuan in his arms.
Song Qinghuan's shoulder hurt and he hummed. Seeing that Xiao Ci didn't respond, he boldly opened his eyes. But when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his whole body was pressed against Xiao Ci's body.
, begged: "Let's go down the mountain, this person is a bit too scary here."
Xiao Ci looked around, but he didn't refuse. He said yes and turned around to go down the mountain with Song Qinghuan.
Until they came down the mountain, Song Qinghuan looked very ugly. After struggling for a long time, he said: "No wonder this village is abandoned. Maybe everyone is dead."
Xiao Ci didn't say anything, nodded, but led Song Qinghuan into the house next to the shabby house where he lived yesterday.
Although this house is also dilapidated, it is much better than the one yesterday. At least the stove can be used and the house is protected from the wind.
He said: "I think this place is quite strange. We all need to recuperate. Let's stay here for two days and take a look at what's going on."
Although Song Qinghuan was afraid of those thick white bones, he didn't say anything. He didn't know if this place was in Ruizhou. If it wasn't in Ruizhou, it wouldn't matter if he took a look. But if it was in Ruizhou, he wouldn't be able to let it go.
The owner of this house may be dead now, and it's very cautious to live there, but it's better than sleeping outside in the wind and rain.
The two of them made a simple plan and tidied up the house casually. At least, they would have a place to sleep and cook and eat.
As soon as the two of them had finished cleaning up, they were already very hungry. It happened that the kitchen had been cleaned up, and today they caught a pheasant and picked some mushrooms, so they stewed them in a pot.
Song Qinghuan, on the other hand, kept a close eye on those medicinal materials. After collecting fresh medicinal materials, he had to prepare them first before using them.
The two of them divided the labor and cooperated, one cooked and ate the food, and the other tossed the medicinal materials.
Song Qinghuan was not reluctant to see Xiao Ci. There was nothing wrong with a woman busy in front of the stove. She pursed her lips and smiled and said teasingly: "Uncle Jiu, I'll wait for Brother Sichuan to ascend the throne in the future. I'll see."
It would be good for us to find a place to live in seclusion. I will fiddle with medicinal materials and try my best to be a doctor who can save the world and save people. You will be a househusband and the man behind me."
Xiao Ci glanced at her and said, "You have a pretty good idea."
As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows again: "After filling our stomachs, let's go take a look at the burned-out courtyards. Maybe there are a lot of dead people's bones there too."
Song Qinghuan's face turned pale, and she raised her foot and kicked him: "Did you do this on purpose?
