Chapter 87 Eastward Journey (2)

The night is like a curtain, and the wind and snow seem to be falling.

The cold wind howled, bringing with it the refugees' low coughs and sighs.

The river meanders and undulates, rising from the west of Zhuming Territory and flowing to Qingyang Territory in the east, where it solidifies into a glacier.

On the side of the glacier, a huge group of refugees moved eastward along the glacier, through the snow forest.

Ever since that bloody sacrifice, the people of Zezhou have suffered.

First, there was a melee among the countries, and smoke of war was everywhere.

Then the monsters became violent and attacked the people.

Even the climate has become abnormal.

These refugees were fleeing famine towards Qingyang Region.

It was late at night, and the refugees stopped their tired steps, set up camp and made a fire.

Crude huts lined the river bank. Some people dug holes in the glacier to catch fish, while others went to the snow forest to hunt.

Although the crowd was densely gathered together, it was difficult to hear any sound except coughing and sighing.

The dead silent glacier became noisy with the thundering sound of horse hooves.

A team of riders escorted several carriages, breaking through the wind and snow, galloping towards the east, rushing through the chaotic crowd.

Wherever he passed, there was wailing everywhere.

The white-haired little girl was breathing on her chilblained hands and shivering with cold.

Staring eagerly at the small cooking pot on the fire.

It's not a small pot, but it looks more like a picked-up helmet, with a crack on the edge.

Perhaps when it was picked up, it was still soaked with the blood of a soldier.

But now it has been washed clean by the girl, the water inside is boiling, scattered pieces of flesh are sinking in it, mixed with unknown weeds.

The faint smell of meat came over, and the little girl couldn't help but sniff it, her stomach growling.

"Master is ill and needs medicine."

She thought of the sick refugees who were boiled medicine in this way.

But no matter how much she begged, those people were unwilling to share the precious herbs with her.

I had no choice but to search for those plants that looked like what they were by myself in the snowy field.

"As long as you drink the medicine, Master will wake up."

The refugees passing by saw the boiling pot of soup and saw only a little girl watching it.

He showed a greedy look as soon as he approached.

The little girl stood up alertly and protected the small pot behind her.

"Don't move! This is Master's medicine!"

"Hiss, you are so unreasonable, I'm just taking a look."

The refugee frowned with a look of disdain.

I leaned my head over and took a closer look, only to find that there were only a few bits of minced meat in it.

I don’t know where it was picked up, and it is mixed with some strange weeds.

Can this thing be eaten?

The little girl had black lines on half of her face that looked like ink, making her look cold and creepy. She might have some disease.

Isn't this the freak?
He had strange white hair, black lines all over his face, and had been following the crowd for half a year, dragging a corpse.

He curled his lips in disgust:

"Ugly freak, who would like your pig food? Stay away from me! It's really unlucky."

The little girl nervously spread her arms to protect the small pot and waited until he left.

Then he rubbed his hands together and breathed out in fear.

The refugee muttered as he walked:
"Why are you dragging the corpse around? Are you going to cook it when you get hungry?"

"Shut up! Master is not a corpse!"

Hearing this, the little girl suddenly became anxious and no longer cared about her fear of him.

"How dare you, ugly bastard, talk back?"

The refugee's eyes flashed with ferocity and he walked quickly towards us with his fists clenched.

The little girl subconsciously closed her eyes and trembled her lips. At this moment, the ground suddenly shook, and the cavalry rushed in and rushed over here.

The refugee dodged in panic, but the cavalryman deliberately charged at him and threw him into the air.

Following the leading cavalry, dozens of cavalrymen galloped over.

The little girl didn't care about being trampled by the horse's hooves and hurriedly held the small pot in her arms.

The iron-clad horse hoof landed heavily on the child's back and galloped past without mercy.

Faintly, she heard the cavalrymen's low sneers.

They paved a wide road and escorted the convoy to the river.

"Set up camp!"

The general beside the carriage listened attentively, and after receiving the order from the person inside, he gave the order without hesitation.

The warhorse raised its hooves and breathed in hot air.

The riders on it jumped down, moved the supplies from the carriage behind, and built a camp by the river.

Although simple, it is a world apart from the shacks of refugees.

“Master’s medicine.”

She stared blankly at the small pot in her arms. Most of the soup inside had overflowed from the impact of the horse's hooves, leaving large red marks on her skin.

The little girl wiped the blood foam from the corner of her lips and staggered to a nearby cart.

There was a man lying on the cart, covered with a rag that barely covered his upper body.

There was a thin layer of snow on the rag, and the little girl first carefully wiped the snow off the man's body.

With trembling hands, he lifted up the rag.

The man under the rag closed his eyes, and her expectant look dimmed.

Two small hands held the man's hand and pressed it against the half of the little face without black lines.

"Master, why haven't you gotten enough sleep yet?"

very tired.

He seemed to be trapped in an endless fog, in which he walked aimlessly.

I couldn't find a way out.

Occasionally, the fog would crack open, revealing certain memory scenes.

These scenes made him feel uncontrollably terrified.

A truth that caused him great pain was buried behind this fog.

That is, he may have come into this world a long time ago, so long ago that he was still in the womb.

It was only because he lost his memory after being beaten by Lin Chi's secret soul technique that he forgot all this.

what does that mean.
Jiang He almost wanted to give up struggling in this fog and wanted to atone his sins with death.

But this thought only lasted for a moment, and he continued to look for a way out.

There seems to be an inexplicable force somewhere, correcting the world line, correcting the world line that was disrupted by the travelers.
Jin'er and Yuanxia have gradually moved closer to the path described in the original text, although there are still some deviations.

If he died, Min Xin would definitely encounter some bad things and thus fall into depravity.

Become a madman like Snake Master.

Maybe, God has been forcing me to die.
Jiang He continued walking, not knowing how long he had been walking.

Until his internal organs felt a tearing pain and his skin felt the bone-chilling chill from the outside world.

There seemed to be liquid flowing on my hands, cold and moist.

It seemed like he heard someone calling him "Master", but Yuan Xia was gone, so who would call him that?
Could it be that he had been captured by the people of the Divine Inspiration Sect?
"Minxin, so scared."

Almost at the same time as he heard this sentence, Jiang He suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky was as dark as ink, and the sparse snowflakes melted on the pupils.

The sharp cold wind made his skin sting, and his Jade Bone Realm body became extremely weak.

In the distance, there are rows of shacks along the banks of the glacier.

A little white-haired girl was crying with her face buried in her hands.

　Thanks to "Don't say I don't want to say it" for the 500 points reward!
　　In fact, this was the idea when I first wrote the book.

　　Can't blame Jiang He, he and Jiang Yuanxia are in the same situation, even more complicated. It shouldn't be abrupt, I have been hinting at it all along, I don't know if anyone has noticed it.

　　(Four years is not too late, right? The youngest is only 12 years old)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)