The carriage walked forward in the deserted mountains, and the little fat man shrank into a ball with fear on his face, and almost stuck to the wall of the carriage.

"What is there to fear from the dead?" Qin Mao, who carefully and gently applied medicine to Xia Bilei, did not raise her head, "Living people are even more terrifying." ”

The little fat man fought with his upper and lower teeth, gurgling. He was too scared to look at it, in the center of the carriage lay Takeji's charred corpse, although he covered his head and face with clothes, but as soon as the carriage was bumped, the clothes would fall off, and the charred skin of the burned face fell down, revealing the red and white skin inside, and sometimes you could see the bones that were burned into a black mass, which was more terrifying than the legendary black and white impermanence.

The little fat man quickly shifted his gaze and looked at Xia Bilei with concern, who was almost breathing lightly, "Is Sister Bilei better?" Looking at Bi Lei's blackened face and body with some sadness: "Ah Mao, is your medicine useful?" ”

Although she was not happy that her skills were doubted, Qin Mao still said with certainty, "Of course it works, her breathing is much smoother today, I think she will wake up soon." ”

"That's good." The little fat man said with relief.

The carriage is not small, it was originally specially ordered to sell more children, and lying side by side was the body of Wu Er, who was not tall and shrunk even more after being struck by lightning, and Xia Bilei was more than enough, Qin Mao yawned and lay down next to Xia Bilei.

"You're not afraid?" The little fat man was so startled that he almost didn't jump.

Qin Mao rolled to the side, leaving some space, "If you're afraid, just lie down next to me." ”

The little fat man lay on the side tremblingly, leaning against Qin Mao tightly, but he still felt afraid, "Ah Mao, what if Wu Er cheats the corpse?" ”

Qin Mao was speechless, "Only those who died unjustly will cheat the corpse, he was struck by lightning." "Since Wu Er's death, Wu Dacheng's face has been gloomy, his eyes are blood-red and blood-red, and his murderous aura is overflowing, as if Wu Er is possessed, Qin Mao is of course careful not to reveal the slightest thing related to it in this situation.

The little fat man stroked his heart that was beating too fast, "That's right, Lei Gong is doing the right thing for heaven." Although he knew that there was something strange about this, he knew that Wu Er's death was related to Sister Bi Lei, but the little fat man firmly believed: His sister Bi Lei is a good person, Lei Gong's subordinates are merciful, and only bad people will be split into coke.

Suddenly there was a gurgling sound in the darkness, and the little fat man covered his face and was embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I'm too hungry, no, my stomach didn't scream......"

Qin Mao gritted his teeth, fortunately the darkness covered the flushing in his ears, "It's my stomach that's screaming." He couldn't eat enough, but he was worried that Xia Bilei wouldn't be able to eat enough and wouldn't use her injuries to give her most of the food.

"Uh, what's embarrassing about that, isn't that normal?" Ah Mao really wants to save face.

Although the status of businessmen nowadays is higher than that of the previous dynasty, they are still despised by many scholarly families and have no background, and they smell of copper, but this refers to ordinary businessmen, businessmen who have money to his father's journey, and the prefect has to give face. It is because there is no shortage of high-ranking officials and nobles who come and go with the little fat man's family, and his vision has been practiced, Ah Mao is definitely from a noble family, and the aristocratic smell on his body can't be covered up, for example, now, the people who are built in the pigpen at home eat and drink as usual even if they fart, and they are so happy to smell the smell of stool, and there is an extra piece of fertilizer in the field at home, and the only ones who are hungry and gurgling will be embarrassed are the nobles of the family who pay attention to elegance.

"It's a faux pas, and it's easy to get caught." Qin Mao said with a straight face, the environment he is in, a yawn can make people think of a house fight, and a hungry grunt will make people's brains make up tens of thousands of words of love and hatred, and people are embarrassed to appear if they are not armed to the teeth.

The little fat man was dumbfounded, and his stomach was rude, so what should he do if he fart? Do you have to be ashamed to kill yourself?

Qin Mao closed his eyes in a beautiful sleeping position, if he couldn't eat enough, he had to sleep well, he had to take care of his spirits and find a way to kill Wu Da, don't think about the trick of crucian carp tree bean flower, Wu Da can't eat anything at all except wine now, plus he and the little fat man can't kill fish, this method is not feasible.

The little fat man looked at Ah Mao's impeccable perfect sleeping position, and once again determined that he must be the elite of the nobles of the family, that is to say, the pomp and circumstance are double that of the turtle hair.

**

When he arrived in Luzhou, to the surprise of the little fat man, Wuda did not stop the carriage, but left around it.

"Didn't Wuhan University want to go to Luzhou to relax and relax before?" The little fat man was puzzled, there are many places called Yihong Courtyard in this world, and there are two in the capital, and he overheard the little guy saying that this place is a paradise on earth, which can make men relax physically and mentally. However, according to his observation, his father went to Yihong Courtyard once, and when he came back, he had to kneel and calculate once, and his face and body were often caught by his mother with blood marks everywhere, so pitiful, Yihong Courtyard became a mysterious place in his heart.

The corners of Qin Mao's mouth hooked up an arc. Wu Da still has some brains, Wu Er has become charcoal, and he must explain the origin to people when he enters the city, and the more people there are, the more likely it is to have problems, he is not confident that he can look at them, and ...... Qin Mao's eyes were a little complicated, although Wuda was full of evil, he did have a deep brotherly love, and he was bent on rushing to his hometown to bury his younger brother. Tigers don't eat their children, and the wicked have tears.

In the next few days, Qin Mao took care of Xia Bilei carefully, just like Xia Bilei took care of him before, the little fat man felt that he was clumsy, and he only dared to make a move, but he was a turtle who took care of the dead.

"Is the medicine cured?"

"Alright." The little fat man picked up the grated herbs in the bowl, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and handed it to Qin Mao.

Qin Mao delicately and carefully applied the burn medicine to Xia Bilei's face and body, the little fat man looked a little ashamed and happy, this is what it looks like to take care of the patient, he took care of Ah Mao Ke rudely before, fortunately, Bi Lei's sister took over early, otherwise Ah Mao would have been taken care of by him to death.

"Sister Bilei seems to be better today, and her breathing is much stronger."

"Well, I should be awake in two days." Xia Bilei told him the word plug-in, Qin Mao felt that God had indeed opened a plug-in for Xia Bilei, this kind of burn is usually dead, and if she doesn't die, she will be a cripple and lie in bed for three or five years, but she is not only not dead but is also healing rapidly, which makes Qin Mao have a little more unrealistic illusions in her heart, for example, she may not be disfigured.

**

"Hmm...... "It hurts, my whole body hurts, my body seems to be reorganized, and every cell is screaming.

"Sister Bilei, you're awake," the little fat man cried out in surprise.

Xia Bilei was in pain all over her body, and the smell of burn from her nose made her feel very bad, "I...... What's wrong? The voice was rough and hoarse, as if sand was grinding in an iron pot, startling her.

"Mao said you would wake up soon, and that's right."

"Come and drink some water." On the bumpy carriage, Qin Mao was careful not to let the water in the bamboo tube pour out.

This is...... Thatch? Xia Bilei looked at this simple version of the straw and opened her mouth silently, the little fat man's mind was not delicate to this place, needless to say, this play must be Ah Mao's handiwork.

After sucking some water, she felt that her throat was finally not so dry, and then she asked, "Yes...... Mirrors? "The voice is ruined like an old smoking gun that has smoked all my life, and I hope that my face will be saved.

Qin Mao's haggard but still beautiful face couldn't see anything, but the little fat man couldn't hide his thoughts, and he couldn't bear to sympathize at the moment, "Sister Bilei...... The inner beauty of this person is more important than the appearance, the appearance will age, and the beautiful soul will not get old. ”

The corners of Xia Bilei's mouth twitched, not wanting to ask herself how ugly she was.