The remnant sun is like blood.

The blood shone on the blazing palace of Emperor Jing, as if to make the fire more fierce and intense, like the tongue of hell fire cruelly licked through the placket of the young Itsui's clothes, burning several holes in his crude linen clothes.

"Trei, run, run!"

The young Yan Zhao was roaring, and the violent running against the wind made his voice in the voice change period more like a broken bellows, even if his bare feet were already stained with blood, his footsteps still did not dare to stop, and the hand holding Yi Cui never let go.

"The guilty slave took advantage of the chaos to escape, arrest people, arrest people quickly!"

Because of the blockage of the fire, the sound of the chaotic palace forbidden army was a little distant, but the sound of the wind whistling in the ears and the sound of feathered arrows breaking through the air were not far away.

Yi Cui didn't dare to look back, his lips trembled violently with fear, and he gasped for breath as he struggled to adjust his position, hoping to cover Yan Zhao from behind with his thin body.

The cold wind poured in, the lungs seemed to burst, and when I coughed, there was a strong smell of rust in my mouth. Suddenly, Yi Cui's body tilted slightly to the side, and there was a chill on his feet, followed by a sharp pain in his heart, Yi Cui knew that the feather arrow had hit him, but he couldn't stop, even if the blood was dry!

He must live, escape the palace and live like a man!

"Ah Zhao, we, we have to live!"

"Atri? Atri? The firelight and the remnant sun suddenly receded like a tide, and the young Yi Cui heard the voice of a male duck calling to him, and he opened his eyes in a drowsy light, and under the dim candlelight was Yan Zhao's big face covered with black ash and mud.

Seeing Yi Cui wake up, Yan Zhao's round face bloomed with a big smile and two rows of white teeth: "Mom, I'm awake, I'm almost scared to death by your kid." Girl, girl, all right, will you come and show him again? ”

As he spoke, Yan Zhao stood up and vacated his seat, revealing the girl sitting in the corner behind him.

She had just been completely blocked by Yan Zhao, and it was impossible to notice that there was a third person in the house. She seemed to be no more than ten years old, thin and short, a child indeed, dressed in a dusty coarse cloth dress, and sitting with her head bowed in front of an iron pot of boiling water, her posture was not ugly, but rather quiet. The straw sandals on her feet were shabby but clean, and her long hair was extremely black and soft, but because it was too long and neglected, it almost completely obscured her appearance, and from Izri she could only see the tip of her fair and slightly upturned chin.

Itri felt the straw beneath him uncomfortable, and perhaps there were lice in it. Looking around, he saw that the cabin was not large, with a creaking bed, a lame square table, and two chairs that had been gnawed by some animal, and the three children were already a little crowded in it. And the "owner" of the cabin, the girl, was crouching in the corner, skillfully using a knife to cut open the slimy red unknown entrails, throw them into a boiling pot, and sprinkle them with four or five kinds of yellow □□ and unnamed plants. Seeing the suspected intestines and livers rolling in the pot, Itsu's stomach couldn't help but twitch.

He remembered what had happened before he fell unconscious. After getting rid of the pursuers and heading south, the two walked into this mass grave at night because they were lost, and all they saw were monumentless earthen steamed buns. Because of the arrow wound, Yi Cui felt that his eyes were black, and at this time, Yan Zhao found that there was an oil lamp hanging under a tree, and there was a rare figure, so the two wanted to step forward to ask for directions, and walked over to see that a disemboweled, disemboweled, corpse sitting under the tree, with bulging eye sockets, looking at himself with large pieces of bloody whites of his eyes. Itsu's blood coagulated, and when he saw the corpse move suddenly, his head tilted, revealing a pair of dark eyes from behind.

"Who are you looking for?" The crisp girl's voice resounded faintly in the mass grave in the middle of the night, echoing.

"Ahhh The boy's mournful cry startled a flock of crows.

This is not Yi Cui's cry, it is Yan Zhao's. At the moment when the girl spoke, Itsu's body was already weak, and the whole person fell to the ground unconscious.

Before Yan Zhao woke him up, he was struggling to survive in a dream of escape. When I woke up at this time, I saw what the strange girl was cooking, and I thought of the disembowelmented corpse, and suddenly I felt that it was better for me to dream.

"Vomit".

A retching sound suddenly rang out in the quiet cabin, and Itsuri covered her mouth in embarrassment, her cheeks hot.

So ignoring Yan Zhao's request, the girl who was concentrating on cooking the internal organs finally raised her head: "This is the internal organs of livestock." After a pause, she lowered her head, her overgrown hair completely covering her forehead, and she weakly explained, "It's not human, don't worry." ”

She didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as she said it, the expressions of the two of them suddenly became strange, Yan Zhao and Yi Cui glanced at each other, and they both saw disgusted expressions on their partners' faces.

I could have comforted myself that it was pig offal, why did she clarify it, and the dead body with all the intestines flowing out of her mind immediately came to mind, and she actually thought that she must be trying to cover it, and this was human offal......

Speaking of the hut they are staying in now is the residence of the grave keeper arranged by the local government for the mass grave, is this little girl actually a grave watcher?

Just as Itsuri was trying to see some clues from the poor furnishings of the hut and the girl, he actually smelled a faint aroma on the tip of his nose.

The aroma of the food.

It is the enticing deliciousness and aroma of food that comes out of the pot of offal when it is cooked and mixed with spices.

"Goo, goo." Yan Zhao, who was standing on the side, pressed his stomach in embarrassment.

"That, here you go, don't dislike it." The girl didn't laugh at him, she carefully took out a pair of blackened old silver chopsticks from a small cloth bag, and only took a step forward, as if she was a little afraid of Yan Zhao, who was born tall and tall, didn't dare to get too close to him, lowered her head as if she didn't dare to look at him.

The purity of silver eighty-eight? Or is it solid? Yan Zhao was surprised when he took the chopsticks, he weighed the weight, looked back at Yi Cui, and saw Yi Cui staring thoughtfully at the pair of chopsticks in his hand, knowing that he had already noticed.

A pair of silver chopsticks is nothing to the nobles of the family, but in the mass graves in the poor countryside, where did a little girl come from?

Forget it, this kind of thing is worrying about it. Yan Zhao, who was dizzy with hunger, decided to put aside his doubts and not even do the exercises, and his eyes glowed green and threw himself towards the fragrant internal organs of the pot.

"Ahem."

Itsui covered her mouth and coughed lightly.

Yan Zhao froze, turned around, and looked at the girl hesitantly: "Girl, this, is this really the internal organs of livestock?" ”

"It's a pig bought in the market." The girl hung her head and replied seriously, Yan Zhao wanted to see her expression to determine whether what she said was true or false, so she walked in front of her and squatted down, then raised her head to look at her, and was just about to speak, but the girl was startled by him and took a few steps back: "What are you doing!" ”

The room was small, and she tripped over the threshold of Izri when she retreated, so she tilted back, and the girl's hands subconsciously propped back.

"Ahhh

The screams of the young Itsuri startled a flock of crows in the forest again.

Seeing Yi Cui who was crushed by herself to the wound and bleeding, the girl covered her mouth and said "ah", sounding like she was about to cry: "I'm sorry." She hurriedly opened the wooden box on the table and hurriedly searched for it in the bottles and cans of the box.

"I'll show you the wound, I'm really sorry." The girl pulled out the strip of cloth and two small bottles from the box, uncovered the torn trouser leg of Itsu's right leg, and very skillfully tied his calf close to the knee side before carefully removing the blood-stained strip of cloth.

"Did you pull out the arrow in my leg?" Itsuri asked with a soft smile as he quietly observed her operation. His voice still has the immaturity of a boy, very cute and gentle, as if he is afraid that if his voice is loud, he will scare her like Yan Zhao.

The girl quickly raised her head to glance at him, and Itri saw a pair of large black and white eyes glance in front of her, and then quickly disappeared. Her ears flushed slightly, and she nodded her head slightly, as if she was very shy.

Yi Cui smiled faintly: "Thank you, girl." The arrow was so deep that if it weren't for the girl, I might have bled to death. ”

"Bah, what are you talking about, let's both live a long life, go back for revenge!" Yan Zhao didn't dare to approach for fear of scaring the girl, so he said loudly while eating in the corner. However, after having something in his stomach, he looked at the rusty iron pot in front of him, and suddenly remembered that when the girl helped Yi Cui pull out the arrow, he used this pot to boil water to wash the instruments and clean the wounds, and now he ......

Suddenly, Yan Zhao's face became colorful and very exciting.

Itsuri noticed it and asked him, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's fine."

"Poison on the arrow."

Two voices sounded at the same time, the former from Yan Zhao and the latter from the girl, she raised her head blankly after she finished speaking, and pointed at herself: "You're not asking me?" ”

"That arrow is poisonous?!" Yan Zhao's male duck screamed in his throat, almost startling the crows in the forest for the third time.

"Is Atrei going to die? No, definitely not, right, girl, don't you? "Although Yan Zhao is tall, his heart is still a teenager after all, he heard that the arrow was poisonous, and he expected that the poison used by the forbidden army in the palace would be extraordinary, and he ran so far with Yi Cui without realizing it, and the venom flowed faster with the blood, wouldn't it, wouldn't it......

Yan Zhao was terrified, and hurriedly stepped forward, but because he couldn't help, he could only wander around in front of Yi Cui's bed. Yi Cui seemed very calm, and in turn reassured him: "Don't worry. I had my legs tied with a hairband when I ran, and since I had woken up from a coma and had not died, I guess the poison was not a terrible □□, if it could not be cured. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain coming to him, he gritted his teeth and held back, watching the silent little girl pound for a while, and squeezed out a pool of black blood from his wound.

"It's not strict!" Yan Zhao was shocked: "Girl, you may be able to solve this poison?" ”

"I don't know, if my master, master ......" the girl lowered her head and muttered quietly, Yi Cui frowned, seeing that she always looked cowering, she couldn't help but be a little impatient, so she leaned over and asked her: "Girl, can you tell me loudly, can your master cure this poison, where is he at this time?" ”

"My Master...... My master ...... "The girl's head drooped lower and lower, and her voice became quieter and quieter, so she had to listen closer.

Suddenly, a scream that almost burst his eardrums burst in his ears: "My master, he is dead!" ”

Itsuri turned her head in surprise, and the girl happened to look up at him, and there was no face under her long black hair, but a skull crawling with maggots!

"Ah!!h

The dazzling white light suddenly pierced the darkness, and Itsui opened his eyes suddenly, gasping violently. The first thing he saw was a hill piled up on the desk not far away, and then he heard the sound of birds chirping outside the window, not crows, but the crisp song of the yellow birds.

"Childe, Childe, is it a nightmare?"

There was a soft question from the little servant Sheng San outside the door, and Yi Cui sighed, grabbed the edge of the bed and forced himself to sit up from the bed: "Come in." ”

Sheng San quickly brought hot water and towels, and if he ignored the dark face on his forehead, he would think that he was a good person with a loyal face. After preparing the toiletries and clothes, Sheng San did not wait, and quickly withdrew and closed the door.

Itsui lifted the quilt, took off the coat and robe from the hanger, and put them on meticulously one by one. When he put on his shoes and socks, and his gaze inadvertently touched the right foot and ankle of the yellow, black, and thin old man like a dead wood, his eyes immediately withdrew like an electric shock, and he never looked at it again.

Sheng San estimated the time, took the porridge and steamed buns, knocked on the door and went in, and sure enough, he saw Gongzi bowing down to the case, his brows were furrowed, he quickly flipped through the file with one hand, and wrote hard with the other.

I didn't sleep until the third watch last night, and I ...... again this morning. Sheng San couldn't help but dissuade: "Childe, Yan Ye ordered before leaving, don't let you work so hard." ”

"Since he chose this path, there will be times when I will work harder in the future." Yi Cui didn't raise his head, and retorted lightly while writing.

Sheng San was helpless: "You have done the work of the entire county government by yourself, day and night, and have nightmares at night, when Yan Ye comes back, he will see that the little one is not well taken care of, so he has to pick my skin." ”

"If Yan Zhao really picks your skin, it's a rare show," probably a key word in Sheng San's words touched a nerve, Yi Cui temporarily stopped writing, raised his head and smiled lightly, "Besides, I didn't have any nightmares, but I remembered the escape in my sleep." ”

Sheng San showed a yearning expression: "It must be a very thrilling, life-threatening experience to make people like you scream in a dream, right?" ”

"Not really." Yi Cui looked at the heavy doors of the mansion outside, only to feel that the bloody smell of a few days ago seemed to linger.

Seeing that Childe was silent for a long time, Sheng San thought that he had fallen into memories again, and was about to quietly retreat, when he heard Yi Cui muttering: "That girl, why can't you remember what she looks like?" ”