Shen Yaohua changed to the nearest wooden house to save people against the soul, her hair was unkempt, her body was covered with mud and blood stains, she bit her lip with a white face, and struggled to carry a sturdy woman on her back, and staggered towards the wooden house. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The villagers had been standing on the dirt road, watching her carry what they saw as the 'corpse' into the house, closing the door, and soon sending out the unconscious person who was still breathing.

They watched, no one shouted for kill, and no one stepped forward to help, just watched a delicate girl come and go.

She looked so tired, her steps were heavy as if she were going to fall down at any moment, but her face was always calm, her eyelids were half-drooping, and she was going about her own thing.

Before I knew it, it was already three strokes in the sun, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and Shen Yaohua's heart was getting colder and colder.

She has saved more than a dozen people, those people have nothing to do with her, but they are related to those cold-eyed bystanders, she has been using her actions to prove that he is saving people, but what about those people? Whether their hearts are flesh or not, how can they be so indifferent and unwilling to even take a hand!

Pathetic, alas!

Shen Yaohua sighed and put a middle-aged man on his back, saying that he was carrying it, but it was better to say that he was dragging it, and the middle-aged man's legs were dragged on the ground, as heavy as a hill, and she was almost out of breath.

Her slender back was bent deeply, as if she were in a quagmire.

One hundred and ten meters away, she couldn't walk halfway through and had to stop to rest for a while.

She licked her chapped lips, thinking of the spring water on Dongwu Mountain.

At that moment, a large, missing bowl was handed to her face.

A large bowl of dark yellow contained half a bowl of water, and the surface of the water was slightly rippling, and in the ripples she saw her face covered by her messy hair.

The hand that held the bowl was as thin as a claw, with large patches of age spots, and she looked at the hand, grinning softly at the old woman with a dull face, supporting the weight behind her with her back, and reached out to take the bowl and drank it all.

The cold water ran down her throat, and her heart was suddenly not so cold.

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

She handed the bowl back, smiled briskly, and bent her back to pick up the weight behind her.

But her back suddenly lightened, someone picked up the heaviness behind her, and the two young men lifted the body of the man for half a year and sent it into the wooden house in silence.

Shen Yaohua followed in silence, and slowly closed the door after they exited.

When she pushed the door open again, the bodies of all the Lost Villagers were placed in front of the hut.

Shen Yaohua did not place the fifty souls until dusk, and the other corpses without souls could only be handed over to the villagers to dispose of, and the souls without bodies had to be brought back to the mountain.

"When they wake up, you can leave here together, the mountain god is gone, Xiuyu Mountain is gone, this is a dead place, but you are smart with your hands and feet, you can live wherever you go."

She wiped her sweat-soaked face with her sleeve and left after speaking to the villagers who were still waiting outside the house.

"Baby, you've been busy all day, eat a dumpling and rest for one night before leaving."

It was the old woman again, holding a large bowl in one hand, a bowl of water, and a bowl of steaming wild vegetable dumplings.

A little heart, a trace of kindness, and a dark face of vicissitudes of life, instantly made her heart warm up like wild vegetable dumplings.

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

Shen Yaohua smiled and took the water and grabbed a ball, and devoured it.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

A hand as dry as the bark of a tree grabbed a ball of wild vegetables and handed it over.

The hand was a little dirty, the nails were gray, and the fingers were full of dirt, but Shen Yaohua ignored the wild vegetable dumplings and swallowed them in three or two bites.

Wild vegetable dumplings are hard to eat, dry and bitter, but for Shen Yaohua, who has not eaten for two days and two nights, they are delicious in the world.

She ate two, thanked the old woman again and was about to leave, but the old woman took her hand and asked her about Xiuyu Mountain and the mountain god.

Shen Yaohua, who ate other people's short mouths, could only smile bitterly, and roughly talked about the situation, she didn't say the origin of the demon, but said that there was such an evil existence, and the mountain god had to die with it in order to deal with this demon.

When she was talking, the villagers surrounded her with their rice bowls, eating and listening, without the anger or sadness that Shen Yaohua imagined, which made her heart can't help but cool again.

But when she had walked far through the night, the night wind sent one heart-rending wail after another.

She was suddenly relieved again, it turned out that they were not sad or frightened, but they just did not want to show it in front of her, an outsider, as if she did not want to show unbearable exhaustion in front of them.

She was relieved, shook her head a few times with a wry smile, and fell asleep in the grass nest.

Soon after she fell, a white shadow floated to her side.

She looked like a dead person lying in the grass nest, Xuanyuan Du was startled for a moment, turned her over and wiped her nose, and found that she just slept to death, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But her appearance was so miserable, she lost a lot of weight, her face was as white as paper, and her chest was stained with blood, which was so miserable that Xuanyuan Du couldn't help but sigh.

"How did you get yourself to be like this?"

He murmured and floated away with her in his arms.

She smelled the familiar breath in her sleep, and pulled the corners of her lips slightly, feeling at ease.

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'Bang'!

'Ouch'!

"I'm going to kill you Shen Yaohua!"

With a muffled sound and a scream, Linglong covered her blood-soaked left eye, gritted her teeth and pounced on Shen Yaohua.

Xuanyuan Du smiled and stopped Linglong, who was dancing with teeth and claws, and looked at Shen Yaohua, who was lying on the bed and fell asleep again, his expression was quite unbearable.

"Who told you to put it in her face?"

Linglong has always been the face that bleeds from the seven orifices, and originally felt that Shen Yaohua was about to wake up, and deliberately put it on her face to scare her.

Shen Yaohua was indeed awake, and he was indeed frightened by her, and he gave her a punch in fright, and then fell asleep like no one else.

"It's called self-inflicted."

Xuanyuan Du's words angered Linglong, and he raised his hand and hit him. Xuanyuan Du took advantage of the situation to lure her out, so that Shen Yaohua could sleep peacefully.

As a result, she slept for two days and two nights, and when she woke up, she didn't have the slightest impression of what she had done, and she didn't have the slightest impression of how she came to Hyakkizuka.

"Kind big brother and sister, enjoy the food."

The first thing she did when she woke up was to ask the two ghosts in front of her for something to eat.

Linglong turned around and left without saying a word, and after a while, she found a bone out of nowhere, and smashed her head and face at Shen Yaohua.

"Let's eat!"