The mountain road was dark, and Song Zheng had completely lost his way to the Tower of Babylon.

The time was close to the hour, and the moon in the sky was obscured by a layer of mist, hazy. Surrounded by dense forests that cannot be dissolved, the forest paths seem to be completely hidden, making you feel like you have fallen into the desolate mountains.

Since he was lucky enough to escape with Lang Bochuan on his back two hours ago, Song Zheng fled in a hurry. He didn't dare to follow the two more familiar roads of the Patriarch's Hall or Gaotai Mountain, which were two dead roads, and he had to run along unknown paths, which were a bit deserted.

In the dense forests in the mountains, even if the moonlight is bright, Lang Bochuan can't tell the road. What's more, because of blood loss, Lang Bochuan's face was pale, his whole body was like sifting chaff, and his mind was now groggy. Fortunately, the assassins were not familiar with the road either, and Song Zheng finally got rid of them under the running of his physical strength.

Song Zheng stopped and listened for a while, but when he heard no movement, he stopped at a leeward place, untied Lang Bochuan, cut a few handfuls of grass, put him behind him, and made him lean on a stone.

"Your Highness, how's it going?" Song Zheng shook Lang Bochuan's arm.

"It's still ...... Hold on! Lang Bochuan replied mechanically, his eyes were closed, and his body was soft. If it weren't for Song Zheng's support, he wouldn't even be able to sit still.

Song Zheng touched Lang Bochuan's forehead, it was cold and cold, like a layer of frost; I touched his neck again, but it was still cold.

I checked Lang Bochuan's middle knife, and there was no scab. He was not stabbed and had a lot of blood, but fortunately he did not insert the artery and was not life-threatening. What really hurts is the current weather, as well as the fighting spirit of Lang Bochuan himself.

It's the first month of the year and it's very cold. In addition to the sunny slopes, most of the peaks are covered with white snow above the mountainsides. It brought inconvenience to Song Zheng's escape, so along the way, he tried not to choose too high mountain roads, so as not to expose the snow traces on the road.

However, this cold is something that kills people. As the crown prince, how could Lang Bochuan have suffered so much? Song Zheng had no choice but to take off his coat and wrap it around Lang Bochuan. The coat was stained with blood, **, like a layer of plasma.

Lang Bochuan's thighs were sticky, and the blood stains were not opened. Due to the time constraints, a strip of cloth was hastily tied at the base of the thigh. In this way, you can't stop the bleeding completely.

Rushing all the way through, always in a violent tremor, Lang Bochuan's leg injury could not be completely condensed. This was also a cause of his excessive blood loss.

Song Zheng had Jin Chuangyao on his body, which was a habit he had developed in his previous life, and it came in handy today. He used the fish intestine sword to cut open Lang Bochuan's clothes, exposing the wound, applied the golden medicine, and tore off a half-foot-wide strip of cloth, and wrapped it several times.

Lang Bochuan let out a painful moan, and his whole body trembled even more. However, he still did not open his eyes. Song Zheng knew that his body was too weak. If you can't find a place to rest, I'm afraid you'll have to give an account tonight.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Song Zheng screamed softly twice.

Lang Bochuan snorted and muttered, "I...... I'm so sleepy, let me sleep for a while. ”

How dare Song Zheng let him sleep, I'm afraid that after this sleep, he will never wake up again. Under this condition, he couldn't care about anything, and slapped Lang Bochuan's face a few times. Lang Bochuan just waved weakly with his arm.

Song Zheng had no choice but to put his hand on his wound and hum hard.

"How......" Lang Bochuan cried out in pain, and Song Zheng covered his mouth.

Twisting his neck twice, Lang Bochuan's eyes finally opened, and he instantly understood his situation.

Only then did Song Zheng sit on the ground and take a few long breaths. Since practicing the Chunyang Spectrum, Song Zheng's qi veins have been particularly long, and even he himself doesn't know where the limit is.

However, Song Zheng knew that he really spared no effort today, and he was really tired, even more tired than when he crossed the Yellow River with Se'er on his back a few years ago.

"Where are we, sir?" Lang Bochuan asked tremblingly, an extra layer of blood on his body, and it didn't make him feel much better.

Song Zheng smiled bitterly, "I don't know either." Running around, I got lost too. ”

Lang Bochuan looked around in vain, and there were mottled shadows everywhere. Due to blood loss, Lang Bochuan's vision was a little blurred, and the strange rocks on the mountain peaks in the distance were like black monsters, trying to choose people to devour.

Lang Bochuan hit a spirit, and couldn't help but wrap the bloody clothes on his body again. It was still cold to the bone, "Sir, it's really cold......" Before he finished speaking, he found that Song Zheng not far away was even thinner.

Looking down at the clothes full of blood, the scene two hours ago seemed to pour into Lang Bochuan's mind in another moment, love is not a buy and sell all side read. He opened his lips tremblingly, but he couldn't say anything, just shivering.

Song Zheng sat down for a little tea, worked for a week, and his fatigue was reduced, and then he stood up. "Your Highness, you wait a moment, I'll go to a high place to see the direction."

Lang Bochuan curled up again and nodded mechanically. Seeing this, Song Zheng went to the side of the road again, cut off a big hug of half-human-high thatch, and sprinkled it all on Lang Bochuan. He did not dare to raise fire, for fear of being discovered by the enemy.

Song Zheng walked up forty or fifty zhang, and saw a boulder in front of him, so he climbed up along the big tree.

Standing on the boulder and looking around, looking for the appearance of the mountain peak, he roughly recalled the specific process of his escape. Song Zheng frowned.

At the moment, he didn't know where he was, the only thing he was sure of was that he had gone deep into the mountains behind Qingcheng. The mountain roads are becoming more and more desolate, and there are fewer and fewer traces of people.

"Can't go any further." Song Zheng said to himself, if you go inside, it will be hundreds of miles of mountain peaks, and Song Zheng himself is not sure that he will be able to go out alone, let alone carry a Lang Bochuan on his back.

After carefully confirming the direction again, Song Zheng walked down the rock. Once again, Lang Bochuan was woken up in a brutal and inhumane way, and Song Zheng tied him to himself and walked along the open space between the mountains and forests.

"Your Highness, who do you think should be the one who assassinated us this time?" In order to prevent Lang Bochuan from sleeping, Song Zheng had to find a topic to talk about.

"No...... I don't know. Lang Bochuan replied weakly.

"Your Highness doesn't know, but you don't dare to admit it." Song Zheng had to pick up some words that could stimulate Lang Bochuan and say that only by mobilizing his multiple emotions could Lang Bochuan keep his mind clear.

Half a day later, Lang Bochuan replied, "He is at the border, how can he do such a thing?" ”

Song Zheng smiled softly, "Did Prince Dan follow Jing Ke to the Qin Kingdom?" ”

"I treat him well." Lang Bochuan's body tensed, obviously a little excited.

"This kind of thing is sometimes only about success or failure, regardless of human feelings, Your Highness doesn't know what has happened to Xuanwu Sect?"

"He wants the throne, I can give it to him." Lang Bochuan was unwilling.

"If you die, you will be clean and clean, and you will not have to worry about it."

……

Under Song Zheng's constant stimulation, Lang Bochuan was always sober, and debated with Song Zheng from time to time. Poor Song Xiaolang, while carrying Lang Bochuan to climb the mountain road, has to choose words and sentences to think about how to annoy Lang Bochuan, it is not ordinary tired.

After gritting his teeth and climbing for two hours, he never met the Orion family, and there was no road in the mountains and forests, Song Zheng sighed, his luck was not ordinary.

Seeing that Lang Bochuan couldn't hold on no matter how exciting he was, Song Zheng finally found a cave. After confirming that the cave was safe, Song Zheng put Lang Bochuan down.

Lang Bochuan couldn't support it a little, and Song Zheng quickly chopped down the branches and lit a fire. Out of confidence in his foot strength, Song Zheng also became bold.

Then, he got some dead grass and branches, and built a grass bed for Lang Bochuan.

With the fire, Lang Bochuan's spirit is a little better.

A few zhang inside the cave, there is a place on the top of the cave that is dripping water, forming a small pool below. The small stream formed by the water of the pond flows into the depths of the cave and leads to nowhere.

Song Zheng found a piece of stone that was concave, got water, and boiled it on the fire for a while, until the water boiled, and then dried it for a while and fed it to Lang Bochuan.

After drinking the hot water, Lang Bochuan relieved himself a little, looked at the top of the cave with his eyes, and was silent.

Song Zheng fiddled with the branches and turned up the fire, then said slowly, "Your Highness, what are your plans for the future?" ”

Even asked a few times, Lang Bochuan didn't answer, and always raised his eyes to look up.

Song Zheng just needs to make sure that he is not confused, and he has no strength to care about anything else. Just as Song Zheng was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, the voice on Lang Bochuan's body came, "Sir, do you say that the second child really wants to kill me?" ”

"I'm afraid he's not alone."

"What do you mean?" Lang Bochuan asked in some surprise.

"It should be said that it is a group of people." Song Zheng said with a smile, "Since ancient times, rebellions have to accumulate a certain amount of strength before they are put into action, and Marshal Guang Pole cannot rebel. On the other hand, as long as you walk on this road, sometimes you can't stop if you want to. Someone else will push you to do it. ”

Lang Bochuan nodded, "You mean he also has to do it?" ”

"Confused!" Song Zheng couldn't help but scold angrily, I really don't understand what Lang Bochuan thinks, everyone wants him to die, but he still thinks about it. Song Zheng had to put it more bluntly, "I mean, the assassination of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is definitely not just the work of one person. How did the Assassins get up the mountain tonight? These days the mountain is sacrificed, and the mountain is sealed. Why did so many Assassins come in? What does Jiang Kui, who is in charge of Yamashita, eat? ”

"Yes, Jiang Kui is an accomplice and wants to kill Jiang Kui!" Lang Bochuan said again.

"Alas!" Song Zheng let out a long sigh and couldn't help but shake his head. He also knew that today's incident had greatly stimulated Lang Bochuan, and coupled with blood loss, his brain had become a semi-confused state. It's not crazy, it's not normal, I'm afraid it will take three or two days to really recover and return to a normal state. It's not good to overstimulate him right now.

Song Zheng still has some confidence in escaping from the clutches of the devil. However, Song Zheng was very worried about the situation outside the mountains and even in Chengdu. He didn't know if Lang Boyan would be able to satisfy his appetite by killing Lang Bochuan, and if there were any other means waiting?