This is not the boy's fault. The boy has no evil thoughts about the woman, he is just curious.
It’s not that the boy has never seen women before. The girls in Lan Kwai Fong, the ghost market, like him very much. Whenever he comes to the ghost market, he will always be greeted warmly by them.
The young man knew the trade that his sister was engaged in. This trade seemed to have existed since ancient times and would continue to exist.
The young man does not despise his sisters because they are forced to survive, and their bodies are the only capital they have.
During the thirty-year drought, the people suffered the most. They died of hunger, disease, the mouths of zombies or beasts, and cannibalism... The damned ones were all dead. Everyone who is alive now has their own way of survival.
No one can blame anyone for selling anything in order to survive, as long as the thing is one's own or obtained with one's own hands.
But the young man had never been so close to such a young woman with no trace of romance.
Of course, women from good families are not dead, but they never appear in public. Everyone knows that it is very dangerous for a woman to be alone.
Because the smell of women has a natural attraction to corpse demons and beast demons. Although it is not as exciting as the smell of blood, it can easily lead to disaster, and no one wants to get burned.
Therefore, when escaping in the early years, almost no one was willing to take women with them unless they were close relatives. Even if they were close relatives, sometimes they encountered corpse demons or beast demons, and had to leave them to fend for themselves in order to protect themselves.
The large number of deaths of women directly led to a decline in fertility, which was also a major reason for the sharp decline in the population.
But at this moment, the young man had to be so close to a woman.
The boy could have left her, or at least stayed away from her, and found another safe home for the night after she settled down.
However, the young man could not leave her, because he never liked owing others, nor did he like others owing him.
Every wealthy family has a boudoir for their female relatives, usually a two-story building. The young man took the girl to a boudoir and went up to the second floor. He didn't care about the thick dust and sat down casually, far away from her. She was still haunted by the pliers she had just committed.
The boudoir was empty. Except for the large pieces of furniture that could not be moved, anything of any value had been swept away by the usual scavengers.
The woman ignored the boy and rested on the only remaining boudoir bed. Her slightly plump breasts rose and fell. It was obvious that she had exhausted a lot of energy after running for her life.
The two of them kept their distance like hedgehogs, neither of them taking off their scarves. "Keep away from strangers" is the truest portrayal of human nature in times of disaster.
In a world of disaster, you don't know what a stranger you meet by chance will do to you. Even if he does something, no one can control it. The only thing that can restrain human nature now is probably the kindness or kindness in his heart. evil.
Good and evil in people's hearts can be determined by just one thought.
The young man picked up the water bag hanging on his waist, which was the only valuable thing he had except the dagger. He took a small sip to moisten his throat, and then glanced at the woman's gauze, feeling heartbroken again.
The woman looked back warily, thought for a moment, then took off her robe and took out the body of a hare from her front pocket. It was a young rabbit. A rope buckle was still tied around its neck. She gently stepped forward and placed it on the The position between the two of them signaled him to accept it.
The eyes of the young man who had just been brought back to his former self by suddenly getting rich suddenly brightened up. If this little rabbit was sold in the ghost market, it would be worth five copper coins. It could last for three to five days of food and drink. The woman probably used this to express her intention of provoking the corpse demon. Apology and his unfailing gratitude.
The young man accepted it as a matter of course, and felt a lot more balanced in his heart, and his favorability towards the woman also increased.
He took the baby rabbit's body in his hands, looked at it carefully, and sniffed it to make sure it was intact.
When hunting, hunters always have medicines for treating the wounds of their prey, which are sold in drug stores in ghost markets. This can ensure that the smell of blood does not spread, and avoid attracting corpses or beasts.
The young man knew about the hunter's trade, so he concluded that the woman was injured, because the medicine for animals cannot be used on humans. There are also medicines for stopping bleeding and removing odor that can be used on humans, but they are very expensive and people who can afford them cannot afford them. Will be a hunter or scavenger.
"Don't worry, there are no wounds. I always use a buckle or a lasso when hunting." The woman laughed from the opposite side, like a silver bell, very pleasant to the ear, and when she laughed, her eyes were like thin moons. Although most of her face was covered by a scarf, she was still charming.
"By the way, where are you injured? Do you want to bandage it again?" The sixteen-year-old boy looked at this woman of a similar age and became more and more pleased with her, and asked her in a friendly manner.
Although the young man could no longer smell the blood on the woman's body, if the wound was open, he would still be unable to escape the nose of a corpse or beast who was extremely sensitive to blood.
"What does it have to do with you? Go and cool off!" The woman's tone suddenly turned cold, and she looked a little angry. Her eyes that were originally looking at the boy jumped to the side, and she seemed a little shy.
The young man didn't expect that his good intentions would be misunderstood. For a moment Zhangerjiang couldn't figure out where he had offended her. He looked out the window boredly. It was almost dark.
The howl of an unknown beast could be heard faintly in the distance. It sounded so harsh that the young man couldn't help but tremble.
"What are you afraid of? Coward, that's a wild wolf. It won't enter places where people have lived." The woman opposite said with a smile. Hunters are naturally familiar with the habits of various animals, and the good ones among them even have the ability to hunt ferocious beasts.
Am I timid? Am I funny? The young man was a little angry, but in fact he was indeed a little timid. It is said that people with high skills are bold, but he is timid while people with low skills are said to be bold.
The woman stopped talking, picked up the water bag at her waist, lifted up the face towel a little, revealing a pointed chin, took a sip of water, and took out a piece of yellow corn bun, and ate it with the water. It means giving to young people.
After all, she had given him a baby rabbit, which was worth seven or eight litters.
The young man swallowed, stood up in a disguised manner, and checked the surrounding doors and windows with the faint light of the sky to make sure they were closed tightly. This would also serve as an early warning if a beast came at night.
He also reorganized some of the window lattice that had been in disrepair to block the wind as much as possible.
The weather after a long drought has become very abnormal. Although it is midsummer, it is very hot during the day, but the temperature drops sharply at night. It is a bit similar to the legendary northwest frontier. But at least there is an advantage. Those prey that are not available in time to be sold in the ghost market can be left alone. Treated overnight without going bad.
The young man turned to the back of the bed and groped around. The woman's voice suddenly became alert, and there was a dagger in her hand: "Hey, what are you doing?"
What am I doing? Do you want to eat you? The young man was a little amused. He had completely ransacked this wealthy house in the afternoon, so his memory was still fresh. He found two quilts that the scavengers were too lazy to take, turned them around, and threw one to her.
The woman put away the dagger calmly, looked up at the boy, and said softly: "Thank you."
The boy said nothing. At this time, the temperature began to drop. He was wrapped in a quilt and huddled in the corner. The quilt had a musty smell, but it was very warm. The fatigue from the day radiated from the bones and muscles and overflowed the whole body. He was feeling tired. Feeling sleepy.
In fact, he could just lie down on the ground, with the wooden floor underneath him, keeping him warm and comfortable.
But when the boy was used to spending the night in a strange place, he never dared to let himself sleep too comfortably, lest he lose vigilance. He only dared to sleep soundly when he returned to his little nest in the ghost market.
The woman was tossing and turning on the bed opposite, as if she couldn't sleep. Suddenly she sat up, looked at the boy, and said with some difficulty: "Hey... come with me to the latrine, please?"
The young man was half asleep and was too lazy to move, so he said, "Why are you going to the latrine? There's no one downstairs. You can go down and take care of it yourself."
"Hey! Are you a man?" The woman became a little angry, and her voice suddenly became shrill.
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't be startled! If you attract a beast demon..." The boy was so frightened that he lost all sleep. He jumped up and was about to complain, but he saw that the woman's bright eyes seemed to be full of energy. With tears in her eyes, and not knowing what she said wrongly, she quickly complied with her wishes, "Okay, I'll take you there."
