"No one?" The leader listened to the report of his subordinates, but he didn't believe it, "Impossible!" With that, he went to the hut to check it out himself, and the others had to follow suit.

The leader stirred up the fire on the ground, "There is still heat left in this ash, they must be nearby, even if they escape, they will not go far, search for me!" ”

A group of people held torches and scattered, and a fat pawn was about to walk towards An Jing and the others.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and An Jing's heart was about to rise to her throat. The two looked at each other individually, Mo Bunuo secretly gritted his teeth, and had already pulled out the dagger handed over by An Jing in one hand.

The pawn stopped not far away, looked around, and looked over to the tree where the two were hiding.

Seeing this, Mo Bunuo hurriedly pulled An Jing into his arms and dodged back behind the tree.

Like, a little too close.

A trace of incense wafted through the tip of Mo Bunuo's nose, and he shook his mind in an instant......

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and An Jing was even careful to breathe, but listening to the heartbeat in her ears, she felt inexplicably more secure.

Just when the two of them were at a loss, they heard the voice of the pawn talking to himself.

"I've been running for days in a row, I'm so tired that I can take a nap," he said, yawning, and lay down on a big rock, and before long, he began to snore again.

Seeing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief, and Mo Bunuo put the dagger away again and handed it to An Jing.

Seeing that he was short of breath, An Jing thought that his old injury had recurred, and touched his forehead, "No, why is your face so red, is the wound bad again?" ”

Mo Bunuo was a little embarrassed, hurriedly coughed lightly, and said with a different face, "It's okay, it's just too nervous." ”

"That's good, it scares me to death." An Jing was relieved at this time.

"Xiaojing, this place is not suitable for a long time, we have to leave quickly." Mo Buno reminded.

"Hmm." An Jing carefully recalled the terrain, and then spoke: "Follow me." ”

The two of them walked for most of the night, and then they came to a low cliff.

An Jing pointed to the large and small caves halfway up the low cliff, "Let's take shelter there for a while." ”

Mo Bunuo was a little puzzled: "What are these holes?" ”

"These caves are used by fruit growers to store their fruits. Henin is located in the northwest, the soil is loose and easy to burrow. Ordinary people can't afford to buy ice, so the fruit farmers dig deep holes, which are insulated and insulated, and the fruits are not easy to perish when placed inside, which is economical and affordable. An Jing said as she led the way.

After arriving at the cave, both of them were sleepy and tired after a long night's journey, and they both fell asleep after a long time.

When Anjing woke up, it was already the next day.

It's just that Mo Bunuo hasn't woken up yet. His brow furrowed, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and he was muttering something.

Broken!

An Jing probed, and sure enough, he had a fever again. Must have caught a cold last night. But the medicine was all in that hut, and now I can't go back, so I have to find some medicine nearby. Early summer is the irrigation season, and there is still a lot of water in the irrigation canal next to the ridge.

The herbs have been found, but there is no cooking utensils and medicine stoves, how can I boil the medicines?

The pursuers were still behind, and the hut could not be reached.

Inadvertently, glancing at the corner of the bark, An Jing had an idea.

An Jing peeled off a piece of bark with a dagger, folded the four corners and fixed it tightly with a split wooden stick, and tried it with water, and sure enough, it did not leak. So he made a fire, put the hot stone in the water, and repeated it several times, and the medicine was boiled.

This is the method that Aunt Zhou taught her, she couldn't eat enough in the past, and no one in the house made up the cracked pot in her courtyard, which was what Aunt Zhou did at that time. It's just now......

"I'm sorry, Aunt Zhou, I didn't even have a chance to see you for the last time, but don't worry, I asked the master to bury you well in the letter. Heninghou ...... He used to be my father, but he wasn't my father. I now know that my mother and you died at his hands, and I will not have a father. I'll get an explanation for you. An Jing muttered to herself, her eyes moistened.

Xu heard Mo Bunuo's whisper, and then he came back to his senses. The medicine in his hand with leaves was almost dry, so he went to feed Mo Bunuo.

But the leaves were not suitable, and nine out of ten mouthfuls were spilled.

Unless......

But......

No, it matters!