Asoto said timidly, "She...... She had been sent to a village three miles away from the tribe. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What?" Sheng Heng almost roared: "What do you mean by falling to the bottom? She was a weak woman, and she was not sick, so why should she be sent to a village full of osteopathy? Is it because you are afraid that she will not get sick? ”

Asoto also looked aggrieved: "Great Khan, with all due respect, it's true that this Song Yunyang is a weak woman, but she is also the tribe's prostration sacrifice?" Her mission is to alleviate the suffering and calamity of her people, and at this time, if she is not with the sick, where else can she be? ”

Sheng Heng was speechless when asked, but after a while, he said even more angrily: "I'm going to that village now, before I come back, you find out for me and let Song Yunyang leave."

Who gave the order to the stargazing tower, I will never spare this person! ”

Asoto secretly complained in his heart: "No one gave an order, because this is a shamanic rule, and since Song Yunyang is a prostration sacrifice, he should naturally abide by this rule." However, he did not dare to point out the mistake of ascending to his face at this time, so he had to nod respectfully.

Shengheng didn't have the heart to stay in the big tent anymore, he walked outside with a brisk walk, took out his horse, flew on the horse, and galloped towards the village where Yunyang was.

When the mount ran on the Gobi and raised puffs of dust and smoke, Shengheng, who was riding on the horse, was in a state of confusion: "Song Yunyang, what happened to her?" With her thin physique, how could she not get sick? What should I do if she was sick and like the woman I saw that day, she lost many bones in her body and became crawling? Will you take her with you, or will she fend for herself in the village? ”

Seung-hyung only felt a splitting headache, and the thought of Yunyang feeding the swans in the snow made his heart twist. He knew that even if reason told him that he shouldn't be here, wouldn't he come here without saying a word? If Song Yunyang really has an accident, he also hopes that this woman can spend her last days by his side.

Three miles was not long, and Shengheng was worried and entangled, and soon rushed into the village on horseback.

There was not a sound in the village, but there was an eerie silence.

At this time, even if Shengheng was in a hurry, he had to slow down his speed.

For he knew that this place was full of people suffering from osteopathy, and that at any moment a man with twisted limbs might crawl out of some shadow or corner, and that if he had not seen it, and stepped on it, this man would have been crushed to pieces.

He jumped off his horse and led his horse through the village, and every window he passed was black, and the gate was hidden, except for the whirring of the wind.

Suddenly, he saw a shaman's garment, which was thrown to the ground. To know. Shamans cherish their clothing, and unless they die on the streets, they must follow them to their graves.

But such an important piece of clothing was thrown on the road so casually, which shows that even if the owner of the clothes is not dead, he is seriously ill and unable to take care of himself, so the scene in front of him will appear.

Shengheng's heart, even if he filled with more hope just now, felt as if he had been poured from the beginning to the bottom by a basin of ice water at this time.

"According to Asto, Song Yunyang came here with other shamanic shamans and priests, and their mission was to take care of the sick here. But they are also human beings, and of course they are more likely to get sick when they live here...... Alas, I don't know who came up with this ghost idea in the first place! While thinking, Shengheng shouted at these dark and empty tents: "Song Yunyang, Song Yunyang, where are you?" ”

He shouted and searched around, but found nothing.

"She may already be sick and has limited mobility? Why don't you come out for so long......" Shengheng thought desperately, but the more he did this, the louder he roared.

His hoarse bass echoed over the silent village, though extremely urgent, but unanswered, making the call always appear incomplete.

Just when Shengheng felt that his hope was getting slimmer and slimmer, he suddenly heard the familiar and gentle voice behind him: "Da Khan, all the patients living here are in need of recuperation, why did you shout and scream as soon as you entered the village without asking, and the children who finally fell asleep were woken up!" ”

Seungheng turned around in a burst of ecstasy, just in time to see Yunyang holding a basin of clear water standing not far behind him.

"You...... Are you alright? Shengheng walked quickly towards Yunyang and asked suspiciously.

Yunyang glanced at him: "Is there anything wrong with me, can't you see it?" ”

Knowing that Yunyang was fine, Shengheng was in a good mood and almost flew up.

Yunyang was much more sensible than him, she shook her head lightly and walked towards a large tent.

How could Shengheng accept Yunyang treating him like this, he rushed over with a menacing attitude. It wasn't until he stood in front of the tent that he understood why Yunyang didn't even give him a chance to say hello - because she was so tired.

Dozens of people slept in this tent, all of them terminally ill. Yunyang didn't seem to turn a deaf ear to these people, and didn't deliberately distance himself from these people, but really took a cloth towel dipped in water and wiped his face and hands.

Shengheng looked at it for a while and found that except for Yunyang, the other shamans and wizards in this tent were all gone. So he frowned and said: "At first glance, you are a sincere person, and you are not the only shaman sacrifice, why don't they come out to help you, but let you be busy......

Yunyang didn't wait for Shengheng to finish speaking, then turned around and stared at him fiercely and said, "If you don't understand the situation, don't express your opinions randomly." How do you know that the shaman sacrifice is not coming? Take a good look, is there anyone in this tent who you said? ”

Sheng Heng was shocked: "I stayed in the tent for five days, and the shamans had not returned from the other side of the river before that. In five days, it is really frightening to go from illness to onset so quickly and so severely. ”

Yun Yang saw that Shengheng didn't speak, and thought that he hadn't guessed, so he sighed and said, "In addition to the people transferred from the tribe here, there are also shamans and witch doctors who were supposed to come here to practice medicine. They had all fallen ill within two days of coming. Now I'm the only one in the village and I'm still able to move freely. ”

Sheng Heng tightened his eyebrows and said worriedly: "Although you look good now, you shouldn't stay here for too long, hurry up and go back to the tribe with me." Don't be careless, it's a matter of human life. ”

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