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There seemed to be something wet and slippery between the fingers.

I lowered my head, looked carefully, distinguished carefully, and was extremely unwilling to admit it, but it was clearly blood, red and black blood. I raised my eyes, wanting to ask what was wrong with him. However, his ink-like eyes were slowly dripping with dark red, and his skin was rotting and peeling off bit by bit, as if it was being burned. His skin and muscles were paralyzed in front of my eyes. Dissipated and turned into a pool of blood.

My toes were clammy and his blood soaked my embroidered shoes.

The palm of my hand was suddenly empty, and there was only a pair of bones left in his hand, scattered in a mess in front of my eyes. The hand he held mine just now was hard to find.

He didn't even scream or scream, I just looked at him quietly, watching even the white bones turn into dust, mixed with blood, and seeped into the ground.

The coldness spreads bit by bit from my heart.

"If I die, I will be completely destroyed. I won't let you wait for me to come back in vain."

This sentence rang in my ears again, and there was no one around.

Disappearing into ashes, said so easily, as if it was not a great thing. Is there no one in the world who knows the weight of these four words?

Where does a soul go without an afterlife?

"Go, there is no place in this world, go, don't look back." The voice sounded again, and my eyes suddenly became clear.

It was still dark, but the window was open, and the moonlight poured in. The snow stopped, and the deep white ground reflected the moonlight, which was so bright that it was hard to bear to stare at it.

Before going to bed, I closed the window.

I walked over and it was bright and clear outside the window. There is no wind tonight, and the weather is rarely less aggressive.

It's not me, it's not the wind. How did this window open? Who would open it?

The soldiers on guard at night would always ask me to lock the door. Now the lock was intact on the door, but it was clear that someone had entered the room.

Something flashed through my mind. I closed my eyes to catch this thread of thoughts, and vaguely understood something.

Three or two ordinary soldiers may not be able to influence the situation of the battle. When I left, Jimo did not send a single soldier. Now, after I returned from a narrow escape, he sent seven extraordinary people at once. Aren't you worried about changes?

Unless there was a large army going out or reorganizing troops, Jimo never ordered his men to wear Jiugao military armor, for fear of disturbing the civilians. However, these seven people never left their armors day after day, as if they were eager to send Jimo to help them. The incident became known to everyone.

Seven people take turns keeping watch, so everything should be safe. But now, my window is open and no one notices.

Perhaps, something was clearly placed in front of me, but I just didn't notice it if I didn't look at it. However, at this moment, I understand so clearly.

No matter what happens to these seven people, they are not from Jimo. The situation in the south is tight, and every soldier and general has to do his or her own duty. No one can relax and accompany me running around here and there. These people must be spies sent by Fuqi. Just like when I was captured by Basil Jiyu, Fuqi wanted Jimo's life to such an extent that he wanted to involve the woman in it insidiously.

Shameless, but unable to change the situation. Now, all I can do is to find ways to get out of here. As long as I can escape, I won't be caught so easily in these two days' journey.

But how to escape? Seven big-bodied men were guarding outside, and this window might be a sign that any of them had come in. Jimo took me on an expedition and indeed taught me the art of self-defense. However, with so many men, whose arm do you want me to break? Yours or theirs?

Fortunately, I always carry that ice box with me. Even at night, when someone is guarding outside, I always remember to hide it. If I lose that box, wouldn’t I have to apologize to the people in the world?

I bent down to check again, and after confirming that everything was fine, I pressed my eyebrows, unlocked the door, went out, looked at everyone in the hall, and coughed lightly.

Seven pairs of eyes looked over.

I suppressed the discomfort in my heart, hugged my shoulders, trembling slightly, and timidly looked back at the open window in the room, and then there was the sound of rapid footsteps.

I never spoke to them, and these people learned to understand all my body movements. They thought that when I saw the window, they thought someone was coming in and they were scared.

I was really scared. If I didn't find out, how long would they have to follow me? It's been so long. Could it be that I want to get to Jimo's side and then stab him...

I didn't dare to think about it, so I just moved out step by step. There was another person standing guard outside, looking into the room, but I felt that it was focused on me. I am sure that if I run away right now, I will not be able to get out of this inn.

I pressed my waist and stood against the wall.

My body has always been weak. After the incident in Wolongkou, I often had pain in my lower back. These people knew about this and gave me a lot of support. But at this moment, the tight atmosphere made my lower back start to hurt again. Discomfort.

I slowly bowed down and squatted down. The pain in my lower back wasn't that bad, but I just wanted to let the person come over, just like normal.

"Miss Liao, how are you?"

Sure enough, he came over, his face a little stiff, perhaps because the moonlight was too cold.

I shook my head slightly and gritted my teeth. He just bowed behind me, not even touching me with his hanging clothes. These people all know that I don't like others to get too close.

I waved and he lowered his body obediently.

I silently swallowed my anxiety and timidity. It was at this moment that the window was blown by the wind and the moonlight suddenly disappeared.

For safety's sake, they never lighted lamps at night. At this moment, everything was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

A touch of coldness slipped through my sleeve. I held it with my backhand and stabbed it behind me with a sudden stroke. The sound of blood spurting onto the ground was muffled by the hem of her skirt. I struggled to support the fallen man and slowly lowered him to the ground.

This move was taught to me by Jimo. It attacks a person's neck and is fatal with one blow. It is silent, but blood will splash out, making people clearly know that they have borne the debt of life.

It wasn't the first time I saw death, but it was the first time I brought death to others with my own hands. It was cleaner and neater than I imagined.

I moved quickly step by step and carefully opened the door of the inn. The cold wind picked up and the snow started to fall again. As the wind carved a knife-like pain on my face, almost at the same time, the person who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets to check and search stopped. I almost You can feel the chilling feeling of those eyes piercing your back.

I raised my legs and ran towards the stable. I forced myself to hold on to the dagger, which was sticky with sweat in my palms, and loosened the ropes of all eight horses. I turned on one, and the rest galloped out after a few cracks of the whip.

If it snows so heavily, if it doesn't stop, the footprints will soon disappear. Those people were moving very fast, and I could only whip the horse under me hard.

There are mountains everywhere here, and the snow is slippery and difficult to navigate, but I had to take the risk.

This horse is very powerful, and it almost fell down several times but finally stopped smoothly. Even the six men following it did not have such smooth luck. Two of them fell on the sharp rocks hidden under the snow and were injured.

When we reached the mountainside, there was a huge boulder protruding, blocking the upward view of the people below. It took a lot of effort even on this horse to climb up and stand firm. I twisted the horse's head and it slipped. The frightened Chang Xi shook the mountains like this.

I turned over, leaving the horse where it was, and pushed the large snow down. I just hope that in this way, the people below will think that I fell and stop going up. However, I can't place all my hopes on this. I can only climb to the top of the mountain step by step. When those people get here and only see one horse, maybe a few people will disperse to go down to look for it. Even if there is only one, the danger is to me. A little smaller.

Just now, in order to make them believe that I was frightened, I had only a middle coat on when I opened the door. Now my body was pressed against the snow, and the snow water melted by my body temperature penetrated and turned into ice. It was so cold that my lips and teeth were stumbling. If he continues like this, he will die in their hands or in the snow.

But unfortunately, there is no other way.

I climbed a few steps, leaving deep footprints, and scratched randomly on the snow for a while, making signs of struggle, and then slowly retreated. The voices of those people were approaching in an instant. I held my breath and plunged my body into the snow. The deep snow soon buried me. At this moment, I realized that to me, this white skin and white hair were like a blessing from God. Even if something is revealed, no one will notice it in this weather.

The cold hit my limbs inch by inch.

For the first time, I hope those people will come soon. They come, search, and if they can't find me, leave, and I can come out. Although there is still wind and snow, it is better than being buried in the snow, as if I dug my own grave.

The trembling on my body was uncontrollable. Fortunately, the north wind was howling outside, and the little trembling on the snow was not noticeable.

"She fell? The horse is still here."

"I don't know. Shall I go down and take a look?"

"Be careful."

"Wait, there are footprints here."

"She really has the courage to climb up. It's such a cold day..." The man sneezed, "We have closed the mountain. She will freeze to death early tomorrow morning, so why bother looking for her anymore."

"Asshole, what does her life matter? The Celestial Master wants that arm!"

Heavenly Master? Is it the auspiciousness that Fu Qi mentioned? Do they also want Jimo’s broken arm? I bit my lip, but I couldn't hold back the cold shiver. If there were a real dragon over there, he would indeed do the same thing. After all, what he said meant that the whole world was almost counting on me and this broken arm.

"We have searched her room so many times, but when have we found that arm? It must be on her body."

They looked for my room many times, and it didn't happen overnight, so I wasn't surprised. It's just that the broken arm is not on me every night. Normally, I couldn't bear to look at the purple arm. Only when I arrived at the next station and added ice cubes, would I open the box and take a look.

Every time I go to a residence, I always dig a hole in the bed, not through the wooden board, but only half of it. The size is just right for the box to be embedded in. If the mattress is made and my thick brocade quilt is used to cover it at night, no one will notice. After doing this many times, I have become familiar with it. Obviously, I never thought that my own hands could split wood with a dagger.

Every night when I sleep, I always put my hand on this wooden box, and the slightest sound can wake me up. Because of this, they tried to find her again and again without success, until today, their whereabouts were leaked.

I didn't dare to close my eyes and looked at the empty snow getting thicker and thicker.

"Let's go up and look for it. There are no good horses in the inn. Third brother, take this horse down. She damn let all the horses go."

Great, one less person.

I heard the reluctant neighing of the horse, the unpleasant curses of the man, and the sound of feet stepping forward on the snow. For a long time, everything was quiet, there was no sound at all, even the sound of other people walking became fainter and fainter. My eyes were blurry and my body was cold, but I couldn't get out of the snow. I know it's time for me to go out. They won't leave here for long. I don't have much time, but my limbs are stiff and numb. I try my best, but I can't even make a fist with my palms.

Maybe, this is all I can do, sleep and die in the snow? We escaped natural disasters, but suffered from man-made disasters.

"Don't die. You said you wouldn't leave me an aster flower."

A voice suddenly sounded, awakening me from my wandering thoughts. Such words, which were almost without beginning or end, made my heart throb violently. In an instant, the pain spread to my limbs.

I struggled for a while, pushed away the increasingly thick snow that was pressing on me, and raised my body with great effort. It took me a long time to find the position of my feet.

Liao Nan, stand up, stand up...

I said this to myself over and over again, and then my numb legs gradually began to feel.

But as soon as I bent my legs and squatted on the ground, I became unsteady, top-heavy, and suddenly fell down. The body rolled down uncontrollably.

Under the seemingly smooth snow, there are sharp corners of gravel, thorns and dead branches. When my body is swept over it, I feel the pain of pulling my skin and flesh, as if there are barbs in those places, pulling away my skin and muscles.

I don’t know when my body stopped. I only know that by the time I reacted, my left leg had been broken and was twisted next to my right leg in an awkward posture. I am very satisfied. This kind of path does not cost me my life. I am very satisfied.

I can't count on Fu Xi to save me every time.

I stood up and stiffly brushed off the floating snow on my skirt. The soft middle coat had frozen hard and there was an echo when I knocked it.

It's a two-day journey on horseback. How can I walk on one leg? Sitting in the snow, I lifted my chin and thought quietly. Unconsciously, his hand touched the right leg that had only suffered some skin trauma, smashed the ice shards, and lifted up the skirt. His broken arm was tied to my ankle. After such a bumpy journey, it was not lost. Fortunately, the weather is so cold and the wind and snow are so heavy, so there is no need to worry even if there is no ice box.

I breathed a sigh of relief, put down my skirt, and looked around.

I should find a place where there are people around me. If I can't cure my leg, I might as well borrow a horse. There are only two days left to go, I can still hold on. Isn't it?

I don’t know how I spent that day. With an empty stomach, I crawled on my hands for a whole day in the endless cold snow, watching the sunset, I was almost desperate. However, just when I thought I was certain to die, a wisp of smoke passed by the corner of my eye.

In this way, I found a house, a shabby, deserted house, with only one old man with gray and sparse hair. He lit the fire and warmed the stove, softening the hard cabbage.

Maybe it was because I was older and experienced, or maybe I looked more pitiful than scary. The old man gave me a bowl of rice, a piece of clothing, put a simple frame on the old scalper at home, and helped me up. Also asked me where I was going.

So I returned to the military camp like this, riding in an ox cart. The tame old ox delayed the schedule to four days. Fortunately, I arrived safely.

The time was just right, when the camp was setting up pots for cooking, we could see smoke from the kitchen in the distance.

Now Jimo and Fuqi's armies are facing each other, and there are thousands of people at every turn, and their whereabouts cannot be hidden, so they often order people to light the stove fire very brightly, and the smoke rises straight and fast, as if there are many people here eager to eat.

The old scalper's pace was still leisurely, and I was numb to time and didn't hurry.

After moving for a long time, we finally arrived at Yingkou. Neither the scalpers nor the old man raised their eyes to look. I was jolting about and about to fall asleep when I was awakened by the sound of swords. I raised my body before I could open my eyes. The clothes on my head slipped off. The battalion soldier's voice trembled slightly: "Liao, Miss Liao...?"

I squinted my eyes and nodded, and the man quickly let me go and sent a boy into the camp to report.

I was a little sleepy and leaned on a pile of debris in the bullock cart.

Suddenly I heard a rush of footsteps, and there was clearly the sound of the collision of armor, but it was still so urgent... I tried to open my eyes to look, but before I could find anything, my body felt suddenly warm.

Warm, so warm that it makes people feel hot.

"Why did it take so long?" I couldn't hear the joy or sadness in his voice. Now he is no longer the leader of the stragglers in the mountains, but the general of these tens of thousands of people. He can no longer show all his emotions like that and be as close to everyone as one family. I know.

"What happened?"

I shook my head.

"Why are you wearing so little? I took you back and prepared hot tea. You need to warm yourself up first."

I leaned against him obediently, without any strength left in my body.

Rolling down a snowy mountain, I could climb for a whole day without eating or drinking, and I could endure the bumpy mountain road and the cold wind for four days. But the moment I saw him, I had no strength. It was so heavy and difficult to even raise my eyelids. thing.

The moment he picked me up, his injured leg was involved, and I didn't even have the strength to groan in pain. Just like that, I didn't know anything, didn't think about anything, fell on his shoulder, and fell asleep.