On the Jiuyuan official road, a mule cart was driving slowly. The mule's body was covered in scars and it was very difficult to walk.
The driver was an old man named Wang Fu.
Wang Fu is very old, a rare old man in this world. He has a weapon hanging on his waist, the weapon is covered with blood, and his body is also covered with blood stains and wounds.
Along the way, he had killed several waves of refugees, and his physical strength was a little unbearable.
Wang Fu is not a master of martial arts, he just learned the triangle cat kung fu from the guards of Merchant Fort for a period of time.
Fortunately, the refugees are weaker.
Wang Fu also had weapons and took advantage of them. Wang Fu killed many refugees.
Along the way.
The lush plants withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the season finally returned to normal.
Wang Fu was thinking about something while driving. His mouth was pursed tightly and his brows were furrowed.
"Ah~"
The mule stopped the naked car, ran to the back, and helped a man up. The man was seriously injured. His back was bloody, his skin was burnt, and his hamstrings were broken.
How can you still survive with such an injury?
"Who am I?"
The man covered his head and thought calmly, but his mind went blank and he couldn't remember anything.
Wang Fu took out a bottle of water, handed it to the man, and sighed: "Master, you have been unconscious for a long time. You must be thirsty. Drink some water."
The man was shocked to realize that he was indeed thirsty. He took the water and drank it. His throat felt better. He turned to look at Wang Fu in confusion: "Who am I?"
Wang Fu was stunned, pursed his lips and said nothing for a long time. Until the man thought Wang Fu could not speak, he said quietly: "You are my young master, Shangluo!"
Wang Fu told Shangluo that he was the young master of Merchant Fort. Now that Merchant Fort was in trouble, his loyal servant Wang Fu tried his best to escape with him.
"Shangluo? My name is Shangluo?"
"right."
Wang Fu sighed. After feeding him water, Wang Fu said a few words to keep warm, and then drove the screw cart to move forward. Along the way, there were bones everywhere.
There are human bones and animal bones.
Almost all official forces in Jiuyuan were paralyzed. Wang Fu knew that if he wanted to survive, he must escape from Jiuyuan immediately, otherwise, he would either end up in the belly of a human or a ghost.
After walking a certain distance, Wang Fu noticed something was wrong. He was lost. To be precise, he kept going in circles and never got very far.
its not right!
This is an official road. Wang Fu's donkey cart is traveling along the official road. Logically speaking, it is impossible to go around in circles.
"Could it be that a ghost breaks a wall?"
In broad daylight, a ghost hit the wall. The ghost was very fierce. Wang Fu broke out in a cold sweat. He forced himself to calm down, took out a piece of cloth, covered his eyes, let go of the reins, and let the mule walk on its own.
Ghosts break into walls, which means ghosts use various methods to confuse people's eyes, so that people can't see the direction and will get lost.
Horses have night eyes and can see yin and yang. Mules are the hybrid offspring of horses and donkeys and also have partial night eyes. When a person encounters a ghost trying to break a wall, don’t panic. Let the mules and horses lead them away. There is a certain chance that they will come out.
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The mule lost control and trotted along with a cheerful pace.
Wang Fu secretly warned himself, don't panic, don't panic, people have Yang Fire, ghosts don't dare to offend easily, what's more, Shangluo has a strong body, and can hurt some low-level ghosts with just the power of Qi and blood.
You can definitely turn bad luck into good luck.
After a long time, the mule stopped.
Wang Fu took off his blindfold with trembling hands. He blinked his eyes first to adapt to the light, and then...
Wang Fu turned pale with fright.
The mule cart stopped at a sheep pen. No, it should be called a human pen. Before he could react, he flew into the sky out of thin air and landed directly in the human pen. Wang Fu's liver and gallbladder were split.
There were many people in the circle, half-clothed and with indifferent expressions. They glanced at the newly joined Wang Fu and Shangluo and lost all interest.
In front of the circle of people were two large stone troughs, both of which were empty.
Wang Fu was at a loss. He suppressed his fear and looked around for Shangluo. Finally, he found Shangluo in a corner. Shangluo had a broken leg and hamstring and could not stand up. He could only sit on the ground blankly, expressionless.
For some reason, Shangluo was not afraid.
"Eat, eat."
Suddenly, a high-pitched and thin voice came. Shangluo looked up and saw a few rats coming outside the fence. These rats were half an adult tall, with fierce eyes, standing upright like people, and spoke.
A mouse was carrying a large bucket. The bucket was full of things. It smelled sour, so the mouse poured the sour swill into the stone trough.
The other mice happily led the mule and said with a smile: "What a fat mule, let's make a soup pot tonight."
The mice led the mules away, and the people in the pen began to fight desperately for the swill in the stone trough, and a pair of hands fished for food from the stone trough.
Wang Fu took the opportunity and walked to Shangluo. Just as he was about to speak to Shangluo, suddenly, a rope fell from the sky and caught Wang Fu.
Wang Fu was so frightened that he lost his soul. Several mice tied him up and shook his head: "If these humans refuse to eat, they will definitely lose weight. Let's eat him first!"
The mouse pressed Wang Fu hard and put the iron stick on the skewer. Wang Fu screamed and struggled miserably: "I eat, I eat!"
The mouse took out the iron pick, nodded, and threw Wang Fu in again. He sneered sinisterly and showed his white teeth: "Ten days later, our clan will have a big banquet and we will pick out the thinnest ones to eat. You eat quickly. The fatter you eat, the better it will be."
There is a chance to survive.”
After the mice finished speaking, they walked away.
Wang Fu endured the pain and joined the team to grab food. After a long time, night fell and Shangluo's stomach growled with hunger. His legs and feet were inconvenient and he couldn't grab food at all.
"Here, Shangluo, you need to eat more to have a chance to survive." Wang Fu secretly took out a handful of food and put it in Shangluo's hand. He looked haggard and had aged many years.
It was a piece of bone. I don’t know what kind of animal it was. It was boiled to a pulp and could be broken into pieces with your teeth.
Shangluo didn't want to eat it.
However, he was very hungry. He finished chewing the bone calmly, and the hunger feeling in his stomach became better.
At night, the north wind is very cold.
The mortals kept in the pen were shivering, most of them had no clothes, they were either sitting or lying on their backs, weeping softly.
There was also a girl crying next to Shangluo. The girl was about eighteen years old. She had an ordinary appearance, with pale skin on her face and freckles on her cheekbones under her eyes.
His body is as thin as a hemp pole.
His eyes were dim and dull, and he was only wearing a small coat, which just covered his important parts.
The girl was very cold. She probably thought that Shangluo would not have bad thoughts towards her because of his broken legs, so she leaned closer to him to absorb a little bit of warmth.
"Brother, I...I'm cold, I'll sleep on you." The girl said weakly.
Shangluo doesn't matter.
He lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky and the moon, his heart was silent, without any fear, no~ without any emotion.