In the early morning, the wind and rain that had been all night gradually dissipated.

The river breeze is calm, the mist between the mountains and gorges is hazy with a light shade of color, and the emerald green reflection washes away on the rippling water surface, as if all the chaos is just drifting in a dream.

The cool breeze blows across the river, and the two banks are as green as the green snails at the bottom of the pool. The sky was still covered with clouds, and the green sky shone with a soft shimmer like water.

The shallows on the riverbank, wild birds in the water, are as tranquil as an ink painting. The slight wind caressed the damp feathers of the gray duck, and even the rustle of the young leaves on the mountain could be clearly transmitted to the bottom of the mountain, dotting the wrinkles of the water waves.

In the distance of the beach, there is a stranded raft. There was also a comatose boy lying on it, his lips muttering, his dirty and torn clothes had been dried and slowly blown by the breeze, like weeds on the shore of the water.

Fu Yunge was in a coma for a long time.

His body seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, the pain gnawing at his nerves, and sometimes it was as if he was surrounded by burning flames, scorching him worse than death.

For a whole night of pouring rain, he was swept away wantonly on this lonely boat, and finally ran aground on the riverbank here.

After a while, his fingers moved slightly. The gentle and jade-like wind had been soothing his injured body, causing his dantian qi sea to begin to repair itself earlier.

He spasmed unconsciously, and soon opened his eyes in a daze.

His fingers touched the rough wooden surface of the raft, and his eyes saw blue-gray clouds in a blur of overlaps, as if he was too weak to realize what was going on.

When a young leaf was carried down from the mountain by the wind and floated on his face, the comfortable coolness suddenly lifted his spirits.

He slowly raised his extremely heavy arm and grabbed the blades off his face.

"Tsk......"

Fu Yunge moved his dry lips and tried to prop himself up from the raft.

However, it seemed as if all the strength in his arm had been drained, and after a few attempts, he slowly turned over and got up on his knees to look around his surroundings.

Completely unfamiliar place. Although it was very tranquil and beautiful, it made him fall into a deep confusion.

Pimazhuang, Chaoyun Street, what's going on?Where is Dongfang Shiming?Are they still safe with Poinsettia Mei?Also, where did Jiu Che Xiaoying go?......

For a while, a large number of questions came to his mind, and he suddenly felt a splitting headache. No wonder everything is cold to the touch, Fu Yunge suddenly realized that he had a fever.

He crawled to the river, took two handfuls of clear river water and washed his face.

Looking at the dejected image reflected in the waterlight, Fu Yunge smiled lightly twice.

In my head, in addition to the hot sensation, there is also a dry bitter taste. Looking at himself in the waves, he didn't cry bitterly, he just smiled silently.

Why he laughed, he couldn't explain.

But he couldn't cry, his eye sockets were hot, maybe it was because of the fever, or maybe the tears had been dried by crying when he lost consciousness last night. But he knows that crying is useless, crying, can you get those lives back?

So much, human life. All fell, before their own eyes.

He was supposed to die that night, but God seemed to be against him and sent him to this place.

Yes. Maybe he didn't deserve to die. But since he was lucky enough to survive, he will definitely avenge those who died and avenge the Nine Devils.

He drank a few more handfuls of cold water, and his stomach felt a little better.

After relieving his strength by the river for a while, he staggered a few steps with difficulty to support his weak body, and was barely able to stand up.

You have to live first. Fu Yunge struggled with his inner thoughts, looking at the bubbling blue waves, he told himself. The confession of the copper bull and the blood debt of the horse village are not yet over. He's got to hold on.

Bursts of painful sensations followed. Fu Yunge forcibly pressed it, and his internal breath gradually became disordered. It was a long time before the pain in his body gradually subsided, and his mind gradually regained his senses.

This place...... Is there no one?Fu Yunge muttered to himself in his heart.

He looked around carefully, and the surroundings did not look like a human being. Just as he was about to lose heart, he suddenly noticed that on the mountain behind him, there seemed to be a little sign of village dwelling in the forest.

He hurriedly climbed back onto the raft and looked up at the top of the raft.

Under the thin clouds and mist, the layers of mountain trees are shaded, and it seems that there are really farmhouse eaves. After staring carefully for a moment, it even looked like wisps of smoke wafting out.

This discovery gave Fu Yunge a glimmer of hope. He climbed down from the raft with his hands and feet, and decided that the only way to do this was to go up the hill and disturb the man's house, and stay for a few days, and perhaps then leave by boat.

There was no other way, Fu Yunge hesitated, so he had to go up the mountain to visit.

He searched left and right, found a crooked branch not far away, used it as a crutch to support his body, and found a dirt road that seemed to be able to go up the mountain, and began to climb slowly.

The wind and rain blew all night, and the next morning many new trees had sprouted. The surrounding mountains are verdant, the smell of fragrant young grass is everywhere, and from time to time there are butterflies fluttering their green and white wings after the rain, which is extremely lovely on the mountain road.

However, Fu Yunge's physical strength deteriorated during the climb.

The little strength he had just recovered was not enough to support him on the mountain trek, and before he reached the mountainside, he felt that his chest was suffocated by a rock, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

In a short time, he was already sweating profusely, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his chin, and even his lips turned pale.

"Damn it......" he gritted his teeth, a slimy smell of blood in his throat, the dizziness and burning sensation once again attacking his mind.

He fell to his knees slowly with his stick, his other hand pressed against his chest socket, and his expression twisted and he gasped for breath as he tried to get himself back to his feet. However, his condition did not improve, and he gradually felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and it seemed that he was about to faint again.

"Can't ...... here"

He kept admonishing himself, but his strength was so bad that he couldn't even grasp the stick.

With a slight loosening of the fingers, the stick detached from the palm of the hand and fell diagonally to the side. He stared feebly at the stick, and it seemed as if it was about to fall into a deep sleep again......

Suddenly, in his dizzy eyes, it seemed as if a hand was holding a wooden stick for him. But instead of returning the hand to him, the stick was thrown directly into a rattan basket.

Then, an old human face suddenly flashed before his eyes. Fu Yunge's five senses were confused, as if he saw the old man muttering something to himself, but his ears had long been inaudible, and he had been floating in a drowsy state a few times, and he finally fainted completely.

“......”

The old man looked at the fainted young man in front of him suspiciously, muttered for a moment, and shook his head helplessly.

............