Feng Ling turned his head sharply to look, and there was no one around the corner of the street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She glanced at the people around her again, and there was no one she recognized.

The carriage in which the mother and son were riding had gradually separated herself from her, and Feng Ling's mind was confused, and the sudden words and paper suddenly disturbed her mind and itinerary.

She leaned over on the horseback and looked ahead, there were not many pedestrians in front of the carriage, at most a dozen or so people, all ordinary people, nothing was wrong, and the carriage was moving very smoothly. So she turned the horse's head and walked to the corner of the street where the boy pointed to Shicai, and there were no carriages or horses except her, and she thought that the person who delivered the paper had not gone far, and she wanted to catch up and ask what was going on.

However, the street corner was the same as when she looked at it from a distance, and there was no familiar figure in sight, and the pedestrians on the road walked their own ways indifferently.

The wind spirit took the horse that was walking on the spot with four hooves, and looked around several times, but found nothing. But the piece of paper pressed on her heart, like a boulder that could not be moved, and there was indeed a feeling of danger and anxiety.

She was wandering, and suddenly there was a mess in front of her, and the pedestrians, who had just walked well, suddenly scattered and fled, and someone let out a cry of fear.

The crowd dispersed, and the wind spirit had an unobstructed view on the horse, but when he saw a carriage jumping out of the street in front of him, it was obvious that the horse pulling the carriage was frightened and could not be controlled. The driver of the carriage had long since been thrown away, and the out-of-control horse rushed out of the street with a huge and heavy carriage.

Feng Ling's heart suddenly felt cold, as if he had swallowed a piece of ice, and the runaway carriage rushed straight towards the car where Amanpo and the unborn were sitting.

She threw the paper away, kicked the horse in the belly, and leaned over to urge the horse to the chariot.

The out-of-control horse was further frightened by the screams of the fleeing crowd in the street, raised its front hooves high, and hissed with all its might.

The coachman who was driving for Amanpo was shaken and fell to the street shop without serious trouble, but the two carriages were unmanned, and both horses were frightened and ran for their lives.

Feng Ling almost stared at the sockets, urging the horse over and over again, the big black horse she sat on was a good horse, and it was nearly twice as fast as ordinary horses, and when she saw that she was about to arrive, Feng Ling lowered her brows, clenched her teeth, and decided to go out and collide with the crazy horse, although she could not keep herself and the big black horse safe, but she could keep the mother and son of Amanpo safe and sound.

At the moment when she leaned over and was about to rush forward, there was a loud "boom" in her ears, mixed with screams and screams.

The wind spirit took the big black horse in an instant, the front hooves of the big black horse had stepped out, but it was suddenly blocked, hoarsely neighed, raised its front hooves high, avoided the carriage that fell to the ground, barely stabilized the hind hooves, did not slip and fell, the wind spirit stuck to the horse's neck, closed his eyes tightly, and hugged the neck of the big black horse so that he did not fall off the horse.

When she opened her eyes, she saw two horses lying on the ground, one of which had broken his leg and was lying on his side and struggling, while the other was convulsing, and a large puddle of white foam was overflowing from his mouth. The ground was littered with wooden fragments of the carriage, and the carriage in which Amanpo and the unborn were riding had fallen apart, and the wooden rut panels were shattered. The other car was of high quality, solid and heavy, and it did not spread out, and the whole car fell to the ground.

Feng Ling hurriedly searched for Amanpo and Misheng in the mess, but caught a glimpse of an outstretched hand under the full carriage, which was grappling with difficulty, as if it was about to grab someone for help.

The Wind Spirit hurriedly rolled off his horse and ran to the carriage on the burrly scraps of wood on the ground.

"Unborn! Unborn! Mother-in-law Aman! Mother-in-law! The sky fell apart in Feng Ling's mind, and the heavy carriage of the unborn and Amanpo were pressed underneath, and the hand stretched out was unborn, but his body was not visible, and Amanpo was lying on his side under the carriage, most of his body was exposed, but he was limp and motionless.

The wind spirit called out in a trembling voice, and at the same time used all his strength to push the carriage, but the carriage was really heavy and could not be pushed at all. Her hand pierced the broken piece of wood several times, and the pain pierced her heart, and the blood fell on Amanpo's face drop by drop, but she still did not move.

The passers-by who fled around woke up at this time, and saw a weak woman pushing the cart in a panic alone, so several strong men stepped forward to help her, and the wind spirit was crying and hurriedly thanking her.

Everyone worked together to finally overturn the bulky carriage, and they all gasped.

I saw Amanpo lying on her side, a pool of dirty blood accumulated under her body, she stretched out one hand to the next to her life, the other hand covered her chest, and a broken sharp wooden strip was inserted into her chest, her eyes were wide open, and the expression on her face was frozen in a moment of shock.

The Wind Spirit probed her neck, there was no breath, and a small half of the paper was exposed in the placket of her chest, and the Wind Spirit carefully took it out, but it was the form of paper they had written together, and the pages were soaked with dark red blood, and the handwriting was completely illegible.

On the other side, the unborn breath still existed, and the big carriage under the crotch bone was pressed out of shape, which was very terrifying. With blood foaming in his mouth, he gasped and stretched out his hand tremblingly to reach out to Amanpo.

Feng Ling held back her tears, grabbed her unborn hand, and whispered in his ear, "Mother-in-law, she ...... She's gone. ”

The unborn eyes opened, as if they had lost their light, and a lot of blood foamed from his mouth. It hurt so much that the green tendons on his head were so violent that they almost exploded, he held Feng Ling's hand hard, moved his lips slightly, Feng Ling leaned closer to listen, and listened to him: "I, I'm going with my mother, Yin Niang...... Yin Niang, Gu Niangzi ......"

The tears in Feng Ling's eyes "snapped" and fell on his hand, much hotter than his, and she admitted: "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't ignore her, you can rest assured." ”

Weisheng sighed softly for the last time, and the already cold hand in Feng Ling's hand suddenly lost its strength, slipped from her hand, and fell straight to the ground.

"Unborn!" She exclaimed in a low voice, suddenly remembering that she had not been born to believe in Buddhism, and had painted a whole life of Buddha statues flying into the sky, at this time she should have recited the Buddha's name for him to help him detach, but from far and near, the sound of horses' hooves with bad intentions could not allow her to stay any longer.

Since Weisheng and Amanpo have suffered an accident, it will be her turn next, and the wind spirit at this moment realized that the meaning of the words "danger, return quickly" on the note handed by the little boy was actually a kind reminder, but it was a pity that she understood it too late.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was approaching, and the wind spirit could already see those people who came on horseback, all of whom were in the city's control of the Wuhou costume, and the person who led the team in the head, although they were also in the Wuhou costume, the wind spirit recognized that it was Liu Shuang.

She didn't have time to take another look at the poor mother and son who had died in order to help her, so she galloped to the big black horse, and without hesitation, she turned over and ran in the opposite direction. (To be continued.) )