The air was filled with an old and cold atmosphere, similar to rusted iron.

The wooden pillars more than one person tall and thicker than their thighs penetrated deeply into the ground, forming a fence, enclosing an open space about six feet in a radius.

There are low bungalows on all sides, like horseshoes.

In the east, a two-story blue brick house stands with bright windows and clean windows. Next to the railings on the second floor, there are four men in brocade clothes gather around the table to eat tea and taste snacks, and they are smiling and laughing.

Two maids serve and six strong warriors guard.

Widths of light smoke emerged from the head of the bronze beast, like orchids and musk, refreshing the heart.

On the floor downstairs, there were more than twenty people scattered outside the wooden fence, all of whom were worn out and dull.

Some of them grabbed the wooden pillars and looked into the field through the gap, their eyes full of pity. Some of them turned around and glanced out of the corner of their eyes, showing a fierce and hatred expression, and quickly restrained them.

There are two sword-holding men standing in the center of the field, one strong man and the other young man.

The strong man had scars on his face, his muscles were raised, he stretched his left foot forward, and held his knife in his hands to slash.

The boy was tall and thin like a tender bamboo, dragging his knife to the ground, but his eyes were not on his opponent, and he looked at the second floor. The expression on his face was confused and painful. His brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking hard.

The strong man rushed over with a tiger roar.

The boy woke up like a dream, and he stiffly raised his sword to meet him.

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Ding...dang...

The bright sword light splashed like snowflakes, the sound of bumps first rose like a storm, then it was like pounding garlic and iron, and finally it was like a long bell ringing, passing away slowly.

The strong man jumped out of the battle group quickly and looked at his opponent with contempt.

The boy's knife fell from his hand and fell to the ground, and seventeen or eighteen holes appeared all over his body, spasms and trembling, and blood splashed.

His eyes became dimmer and his throat was muted and blurred meaningless syllables.

Shocking and sighing sounded everywhere.

"Behead." Someone shouted upstairs.

The strong man trembled when he heard this, gritted his teeth, and hesitated to take the front half step.

An old man next to the fence knelt down in front of the building and kowtowed, "Please pity this child, leave a whole body..."

The four people around him also knelt down, and their heads were grimly slammed into the ground.

There was a rumor coming from the building.

"Hey, what's going on with those five old guys?"

"Young master, they are all old soldiers. They fought with the child's father twenty years ago..."

"Hmph, a bunch of pickled slaves. I don't know where my life is, and I dare to plead for others?"

...

The boy's eyes widened, shaking, and finally fell straight down.

He felt that the scenery and hustle and bustle around him were as far away as a dream, thin, twisted, and unreal... and his soul was dissipating and melting, falling into the dark and bottomless abyss, with a bone-cold and coldness.

Deep in consciousness, something woke up and exploded...

...

The next afternoon, the sun shone brightly.

A girl over ten years old appeared under a tall castle and was timid and dared not approach her. She looked quite delicate, but her hair was dry and yellow, her eyebrows were sparse, and she was black, thin and short.

"Go away, go away, what are you doing?"

A young gatekeeper came forward impatiently and waved to drive him away.

"I, I... look for Brother Fan."

The girl's mouth was flattened and she seemed to be about to cry. She lowered her head and twisted the corner of her clothes. She didn't even wear cloth shoes under her feet, and several blood marks were cut from the thatch.

Brother Fan? The young guard was stunned.

Another middle-aged guard came over and whispered: "It's the slave who was hacked to death in the arena yesterday, Afan..."

The young guard remembered this incident and his tone was gentle. He pointed to a mountain bag five miles away and said, "You came to collect the body after hearing the news. Go to the mass grave there to find..."

The middle-aged guard sighed and said, "Little girl, you can't get him away. Go back quickly and ask the adults to carry a wooden board..."

The thin figure ignored it and stumbled towards the mountain, and a suppressed cry came out.

After three incense sticks, the girl took off the shallow floating soil and dragged a boy out of the pit with difficulty, turning her head to look at the rotten corpses and the crimson bones.

A blood-red snake emerged from the grass, coiled into a straw hat shape, and "hissed" and confronted her.

The girl seemed to be frightened and was stunned for a moment, not screaming and escaping like she usually did. She mustered up the courage to find a long branch and pick it away.

"Brother Fan, let's go home and make porridge for you. I secretly hid a bag of millet, but my sister-in-law didn't know. Do you think I'm smart..."

The girl's movements were a little stiff and her tone was a little numb. She placed the boy under the shade of a big tree and collected a bunch of rattan, thatch, small branches, and thin bamboo branches.

The bamboo branches are not as tough as branches, and they are very tough and difficult to break. She didn't have a hatchet, so she had to repeatedly stumble with her little hands. She only made a small bundle when the tiger's mouth collapsed and bleeding.

"Brother Fan, the stone slices you grind back are light and thin, and they are so good in the shuttlecock. Xiaocao is very envious and wants one. I told her that you can only ask me, not you. You are a good person, and you will give it to anyone, and whoever asks you will agree. I don't want this. You are the brother of Gardenia alone...

"Brother Fan, are you dead? My father was also like this when he died, motionless and cold. Before my father died, he said, "You should marry me earlier." But after my sister-in-law came, she just wanted to sell me, but she didn't want to marry me to you. I had a fight with her many times, and my brother A Tu didn't say anything...

"Brother Fan, you can go wherever you go. You are stupid, you can't cook well and wash clothes well. How can you do without anyone helping you? Anyway, you're dead, and Gardenia doesn't want to live..."

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

The girl wiped a handful of sweat on her forehead, stopped her work and muttering, and looked around in a daze.

The eyes finally gathered on the young man's pale face, and he was stunned. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and cried loudly. After crying for a while, she wiped away her tears, got up and looked for the wide leaves to cover the young man's face and block the moving sunshine.

After finishing all this, she sat down again, rubbed the thatch and rattan into ropes to connect the branches, bamboo branches, and weaving the rattan bed.

Always lowering his head, his thin shoulders shook and remained silent.

The sky is gradually dimming, and the setting sun is like blood.

"Brother Fan, let's go home."

The girl gritted her teeth, her thin body was hunched and leaned almost parallel to the ground. Sweat dripped into the soil, and the rough ropes were tied into her shoulders, dragging the heavy rattan bed down the hillside.

The boy was lying on the rattan bed, with a bundle of thatch pillowing on the back of his head, and wild flowers piled up beside him, as if he was asleep.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the girl silently changed the rope to her left shoulder and stopped to breathe. Dragging on the flat road was much more difficult than sliding down the hillside.

The right shoulder was worn out, and the blood-crust and flesh-like clothes were stuck together, hard, black and red.

Both palms were also worn out, and when they touched the rough thatch rope, they felt heartbroken. They could only get angry after a while, picking a few thick leaves to wrap around the place where they hold it.

She was smart enough not to walk in the middle, and the rattan bed gliding on the grass could save a lot of effort.

But there are many grass on the roadside, and there are many rocks and pits, so I accidentally fell down.

A very gentle moan came from behind.

The girl was stunned and lay on the grass without moving. After counting breaths, she quickly got up and rushed to the side of the vine bed, and shouted in surprise: "Brother Fan, you are alive and awake..."

The boy's body was tied firmly to the rattan bed and could not move, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly. His eyes were a little afraid of light, so he opened the slit and closed it quickly. After repeated several times, he opened it completely.

But his eyes were scattered, and he looked into the endless void. It seemed that his body was lying here, but his soul was floating in another world.

"you……"

His lips moved, and a faint sound came out.

The girl quickly pressed her ears over.

"You... don't tell anyone...this thing."

Well, the girl nodded without thinking.

"You can't drag it... Go and call Uncle Cang, don't let outsiders interfere..."

The girl thought he had a weird tone, unlike when he spoke normally, but she was not relieved, and said anxiously: "Brother Fan, I can drag it..."

"No……"

Before he finished speaking, the boy's eyes closed again and he never made any sound.
Chapter completed!