It was freezing cold, and Qing'an City was always shrouded in a thin layer of fog. It was obviously the largest main city in Xingling Prefecture, but it was eerily quiet inside and outside.
Outside the city were groups of refugees in ragged clothes. They had just experienced a bloody crackdown, and the corpses were dragged into pits and burned one after another by the officers and soldiers.
No children or women dared to shout or cry, they could only cover their mouths and sob softly.
This is the price for keeping them quiet, the price of blood.
The officers and soldiers looked at everyone indifferently, set up a big pot, and distributed porridge to everyone.
The refugees stood in line numbly, holding broken bowls, waiting for the porridge to be served and then gobbled it down.
I don’t know today, I don’t know the past, I don’t know the future.
The simple tent was exposed to the wind, and under the falling fine snow, people with broken arms and limbs were wailing, and the old, weak and sick were unable to climb out of the gray sheet.
Mu Zixiao was dressed in common clothes, with a wooden hairpin holding up his hair. He stood at the corner of the city wall and looked at this purgatory-like scene on earth.
She felt that all the blood in her body had solidified. She thought that she was rational and could save everything. But she was wrong. The people here were not numbers or merit. She wanted to play the role of a savior, but she treated these living people coldly.
"You are not from here, you are from the city." A young man's voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Muzixiao turned his head and saw that the person speaking was a young man in ragged clothes. He was as thin as skin and bones, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
"Yes." Muzixiao struggled to find his voice, "I want to come and have a look."
"Come and see how we died?" The young man smiled mockingly, "As you can see, we either died of starvation, freezing, or illness..."
"I'm looking for a way to help you."
The young man was not very excited. Instead, he calmly pointed at Muzixiao's eyes, "Do you know who you are?"
Muzixiao tilted her head and looked at this young man who was almost the same age as her. She didn't understand why he suddenly asked like this.
"you know?"
"You're an outsider."
The young man's simple words shocked Muzixiao's heart, as if her outer shell had been shattered.
Yes, she was so lucky. She became a disciple of Yuanze Immortal Lord as soon as she woke up, and she only wanted to cultivate in her own way.
She rationally calculated her way of practice, watching all kinds of sentient beings like an audience, and she established an agricultural base to cultivate talents who could be used by her.
The unobstructed start made her stand tall and look down on everyone.
She never got into the drama, she was arrogant and conceited.
Until she saw the normality of all living beings, the reality of struggle.
The boy's words were like a slap on her face. It was mocking her that she was living in this other world, but she was resting on her laurels, planning from a high position, and practicing selfish refinement.
If she is immersed in this state, destruction will definitely be waiting for her.
"A word to wake up the dreamer." Muzixiao looked at the boy and said solemnly, "If it weren't for you, I would still be immersed in my own world." She took out a piece of pastry from her arms and handed it to the boy.
"May I have your name?"
The young man took the cake and ate it slowly, "My name is Ying Luan, do you want to hire me as your helper?"
Mu Zixiao saw that he behaved modestly and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you hungry? Are you eating so slowly?"
"I'm hungry, but I already have this pastry in my hand, so why should I gobble it up to make you laugh and give you the satisfaction of doing good deeds."
Muzixiao choked at these words. He didn't expect to be told like this, "I can hire you. Who else is there in your family? How much is the salary?"
"I have no father, no mother, no relatives, and I fell on the slope in the northwest corner the day before yesterday. You give me a bite of food first, which is enough for me to live for three days. As for the salary, you can measure it according to my value. "
Muzixiao nodded, "You are a very smart boy."
"You are also a very proud girl." Ying Luan clapped her hands after eating the pastries, looked at Mu Zixiao, and chuckled: "I can be your mirror and scold you all the time."
