Lai Qi really opened the door, also sent someone to bring food, and then hurried to the front of the car and continued to be the personal guard of the calamus.

The food is something like rice dumplings, wrapped with leaves on the outside and rice balls on the inside. There is nothing lacking in the city, except for steam and hot water, so people use this to cook food, which can be regarded as the best use.

The rice balls have no condiments, they don't taste good at all, and the amount is very small, not enough to wrap the stomach at all, so it can only be said that it is used to maintain life with the lowest standard.

Fleeing, naturally can't be too particular, especially the Xianjin Post is an industrial-based city fortress, food has always relied on the deployment of food from other posts, the Xianjin Post fell too quickly, resulting in a serious shortage of food that was carried to the Iron City. In addition, due to Yingluo's appearance, most of the Kabane were attracted to her, so except for the large number of casualties caused by the first breach of the city, not too many people died after that.

In some ways, Yingluo, who was supposed to be regarded as a disaster, saved a lot of people, which turned a bad thing into a good thing, but on the other hand, due to the large number of people, the city was already seriously overloaded, and the food was even more scarce, and the dilemma of running out of food was imminent, which made a good thing a bad thing.

As the saying goes, there are no absolutes in the world, and that's probably the case.

Yingluo sniffed the rice balls, and finally put them aside, and now even if she doesn't eat, she can draw energy from the small universe to meet her own activity needs. Of course, if it is a battle, the consumption will increase, and eating is also necessary, but even so, a small rice ball will not provide much energy, and in this case, Yingluo will naturally not be aggrieved.

Nameless is the same, as a Kabaneri, her body doesn't need regular food, as long as there is blood, it is enough, she doesn't eat balls, just picks up a kettle and drinks a few sips of water.

The samurai who delivered the food was obviously very in awe of the two of them, and left in a hurry after delivering the food, not even daring to look at them.

……

Yingluo didn't lie before, her current physical condition is indeed very bad, and she is even panting after taking two steps, and she always feels unable to lift her energy.

The wounds from her previous battle with the Eater of the Abyss had healed, and this exhaustion came not from the body, but from the spirit, or rather from the soul, and because of this, she would not wake up for twenty years, after all, sleep is the best way for humans to nourish the spirit.

But now it seems that the effect of the past twenty years has not been very good, and Yingluo still feels sick and can't keep up his spirits at all. Although the small universe has not weakened, it is still in the state of the peak of the eight senses, but Yingluo really doesn't want to move, if she can, she would prefer to sleep for another twenty years, or more.

She is now like an otaku who suddenly came to a 10,000-meter run, and she has done all the exercise of her life in one day, and she just wants to spend her life quietly as a salted fish.

Of course, there is something wrong with such a state!

Logically speaking, the body and the soul will affect each other, but in the case of the extremely healthy body, the soul should not be so weak, it is like a newborn baby, full of powerlessness.

The aftermath of the Great War, or the inexplicable effect of the abyss on herself, she couldn't judge.

I remember that she entered the Great Void with the Abyss, and wiped out two-thirds of the Abyss's body with one blow, and then inexplicably crossed into this world.

There is a shogunate, there is a samurai, also in the sixties of the eighteenth century, except for the addition of a Kabane that is the same as the loss, it is very similar to the Kenshin world.

Is it possible that it is precisely because of this similarity that I have allowed myself to travel into this world? Does that mean that the crossing of the world is not random, but will be affected by my own memories and consciousness?

Ying Luo sighed, whether it was the inexplicable weakness of his body or the internal mechanism of traveling through the world, it was a problem in front of him...... Oh yes, and her strange physique that will attract Kabane, all of which made her head big.

The nameless body she has explored with the small universe, the structure of the body is basically the same as that of a human, but the heart and brain have undergone strange mutations. Not only is this mutation harmless, but it also greatly improves her physical fitness, making her a superhuman-like existence. Yingluo's blood will stimulate this mutation, causing Nameless to generate more powerful power, just like when he was in the Golden Pavilion, giving birth to huge wings of light.

But Yingluo also found that when Nameless ingested more than a certain dose of his own blood, the mutation would intensify and reach an irreversible level. So her blood, for Nameless, is like a double-edged sword, making her stronger at the same time, it will also make her walk on the edge of danger.

"Really, I'm not very good at analyzing intelligence. Yingluo muttered in a low voice, "It would be nice if Shiluda was here, even if it was Athena's black-bellied girl." ”

Nameless didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Yingluo sighed lightly, lazily and completely unintentional to explain to Nameless: "Don't care, I'm just talking to myself." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the whistle of the Iron City sounded, and then the speed gradually slowed down.

"Looks like it's going to stop. Nameless looked out through the small window on the carriage and said disdainfully: "Dare to stop at this time, these guys are really daring." ”

"Stop?" Yingluo thought for a moment, pulled Nameless over, and said with a smile: "I want to get out of the car and take a walk, you will definitely accompany me, right!"

Looking at Yingluo's hands that were about to move, the corners of Nameless's mouth twitched, and he nodded helplessly.

……

The Iron Castle is a steam-armored locomotive powered by an inter-era steam engine called the McClatch Mechanism, so water is essential. When Yingluo and Nameless get out of the car, they find that the Iron City is parked next to a huge water tower, and the steam craftsmen are hurrying to fill the Iron City with water and repair the damage.

Not far away, a high fire was lit, and civilians gathered in front of the fire, clasped their hands together in silent prayer, and a man in religious clothing was chanting scriptures aloud, as if to ascend to heaven with the soul of a dead soul.

Religion is very important in this fragmented world, and it is also the sustenance of people's hearts.

Yingluo and Nameless came to Calamus's side, and Nameless said sarcastically: "I really didn't expect that you would stop to worship the souls of the dead. ”

Calamus smiled slightly, and said with a little helplessness: "The water tank in the Iron City is damaged, and it must be stopped to be repaired, coupled with the strong demands of those old people, as a leader, of course, I must follow the people's ideas." ”

Nameless snorted: "Rotten old people, they are always unwilling to face the reality, if you continue like this, you will be killed by them sooner or later." ”

"Maybe, but I also have people who want to worship. Calamus sighed softly: "And, in this terrible world, what can we do but worship the souls of the dead?"

Nameless pouted in disgust: "You can still fight with Kabane, but you don't have the guts, my brother is right, you are all cowardly people, there is no hope at all!"

Calamus smiled wryly, but did not say anything more, but folded her hands and silently prayed for her deceased father.

Yingluo patted Nameless on the head and said with a smile: "Don't jump to conclusions too early, hope is often born from despair, and cowardice is not a sin." ”

"Humph!" the nameless turned his head in dissatisfaction.

What a child, Eiroku shrugged her shoulders and continued to look at the worship ceremony with great interest, when she suddenly noticed that in the other direction of the fire, several samurai had gathered, and the leader was none other than the facial paralyzed man named Laisu.

He looked at the fire and was silent, then suddenly drew his sword from its sheath and struck a sharp blow in the air, and then he became more distracted, and slowly withdrew his sword back into its sheath.

"Good posture, how long have you been practicing swords?" Ying Luo walked over and asked.

Lai Qi glanced at her and replied lightly: "I learned the sword at the age of three, and now it has been fourteen years. ”

"Oh, that's amazing!" Yingluo exclaimed, "No wonder he can swing such a beautiful sword." ”

"What's the use of being pretty?" Laiqi suddenly became excited: "In the face of Kabane, even the steam gun can't come in handy, what's the use of the sword!"

"Is swordsmanship useless? Ying Luo patted Laiqi on the shoulder: "But anyway, you have never given up swordsmanship, have you?"

Laiqi regained his facial paralysis: "I once believed in swordsmanship, and as a result, my family was all killed by Kabane. ”

"It's a pity. Yingluo nodded slightly and apologized: "But this is not a problem with swordsmanship, but a problem with you." To be honest, I know a little bit about swordsmanship, so if you're interested, we can talk to each other. ”

"Swordsmanship, you?" Lai Qi looked at Yingluo's hands, which were white and tender without even calluses, and no matter how you looked at them, they were not the hands of people who practiced swords. He shook his head: "I'm sorry, I still have to go on patrol, so I won't accompany me." ”

Looking at Laiqi's back, Yingluo was speechless for a while, it was rare to meet a good seedling, and he wanted to train him, but was he rejected?

Bigu, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry for our Flying Sword Stream!