"Beep!"

Hearing only a soft sound, Zhao Zihan clearly felt that something seemed to be broken in his body, and his limbs were confused......

A chill hit, and it was like being bitten by an ant.

I felt lazy, my legs were a little weak, and my ears seemed to be roaring.

But other than that, there is nothing else uncomfortable.

Is this the abolition of the martial arts? Is it so simple? Pity the little bit of true qi that I have been practicing hard for nearly ten years, and just leave me?

After working hard to become a qi refiner, he just became an ordinary demon?

Thinking that he was about to be expelled to the wasteland, he felt a little relieved in his heart: in that place full of dangers, the seventh level of qi refining was better than nothing.

It will be extremely difficult to face a level 5 demon beast, and even escaping above level 6 has become a big problem... Anyway, there is little life, there is true qi or not, and it is not the same.

Doctor Zhang ran forward gloomily, clasped Zhao Zihan's left hand with one hand, snorted after a while, and retreated.

In his eyes, this traitor of the demon clan and a spy of the human race, he is innocent of death, and it is all kinds of mercy if he does not sentence and decide.

Of course, this demon scum's skill is not worth mentioning, and now it is completely wasted, and there is no physiology in that place!

My demon clan is upright, and I have never been as vile and shameless as the hateful human race. If you have the ability, let the horse kill them, and send some spies to assassinate them? How can my demon clan send even one spy to the south of them over the years?

After the examination by Medical Officer Zhang was completed, Hu waved his hand.

The soldiers on the side rushed up, opened Zhao Zihan's shackles and handcuffs, put a black cloth hood on his head, and grabbed him like an eagle catching a chicken.

Zhao Zihan felt that he was loaded into a cage cart, and in the sound of horses' hooves, the cage cart staggered forward.

Because the black cloth covered his head and he couldn't see the direction clearly, the cage car was fast, and after walking for about half an hour, he heard Hu Yidao shouting: "Open the hood for him, get out of the city immediately, don't worry here." ”

Zhao Zihan felt that the sun was dazzling, and closed his eyes slightly for a while before opening them, and sure enough, he had arrived at the edge of the city.

Low on the edge of the city, crumbling cement debris piles up one mountain after another, crawling with weeds and vines, trees and weeds growing wildly in the ruins.

There are birds and magpies circling in the blue sky, the smoke of the city wafts in the slight west wind, and the edge of Lancheng in July is also full of life.

Zhao Zihan felt that this place seemed to be somewhat familiar.

When he saw a crow perched on a huge dead elm tree, he finally remembered the old scene.

It was last year, under this elm money tree, playing with Yan Mu'er and Yan Mei'er, Yan Mu'er provocatively pointed to the elm money tree that had been dead for many years and said: This firewood is also.

knew that he wanted to write down the couplet himself, but suddenly, he was speechless for a while, and he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. Looking up, Yan Mei'er was wearing a lilac dress, standing there "giggling" and laughing, like a daisy blooming.

So, he patted his head, pointed at Yan Mei'er with a smile and said: The girl is wonderful.

Yan Mu'er suddenly stared at me with a pair of bull's eyes, as if to say: Your sister!

was almost beaten by him......

At this time, it was almost noon, the sun was gradually poisoning, Zhao Zihan closed his eyes and endured the sun in the yellow sun. Amid the sound of wheeling carts and the sound of horses' hooves, they gradually entered the moor, and when the sun was setting in the west, the horse caravan stopped.

"Open it!" Zhao Zihan opened his eyes and saw Hu Yidao standing in front of the car, and ordered the soldiers to open the cage car.

He was still young, bare-handed, alone, and just entered the murderous wasteland? Hu Yidao sighed, untied his sword from a soldier next to him, and handed it to Zhao Zihan.

"You have been with me for half a year, which is also a kind of affection, this sword will be given to you for self-defense. ”

Zhao Zihan stretched out his hand to take it and glanced at Hu Yidao gratefully. Said: "Captain, I have no father and no mother, in this troubled world, my life is lighter than an ant, what is the pity of dying?"

Hu Yidao's expression was complicated, and he didn't answer, he grabbed the coat given by Yan Mu'er from a soldier and handed it to him: "Why do you always refuse to tell the truth?

It seems that at this time, Hu Yidao looked at Zhao Zihan reproachfully and asked.

"Captain, I'm telling the truth!"

Hu Yidao suddenly choked: "......"

Zhao Zihan walked forward and was not allowed to look back. ”

"If you turn around, you will be killed!"

Hu Yidao shouted in a low voice, and more than 20 soldiers drew their swords out of their sheaths, drew their bows and arrows, and aimed at Zhao Zihan, as if facing a great enemy.

Zhao Zihan smiled bitterly, turned around and staggered towards the depths of the wasteland, until Zhao Zihan's small figure disappeared into the depths of the green mountains and could no longer be seen, Hu Yidao waved his hand: "Close! Go back to Lancheng." ”

All the soldiers collected their swords and arrows, reined in their horses' heads, and "Herod" barked as soon as their horses barked, and the team went towards Lancheng like a puff of smoke.

Zhao Zihan was already at the foot of a low mountain peak at this time, leaning on a camphor tree with a huge crown, thinking about the next step.

Now the first thing is not to walk through the wasteland, which is extremely unrealistic. Without internal strength, the long sword sent by Hu Yidao in his hand is not much different from a weak horse-headed sheep.

I just don't know, in the eyes of the demon beast, which is more delicious, myself or a sheep?

Not to mention mosquitoes and leeches, mosquitoes as big as crows, leeches as big as loaches!

I tried it a few times, but the lower abdomen, in the dantian, was empty. ...... In this reckless wasteland, how small and powerless you are!

Even if I am lucky enough to break through the wasteland as Yan Mu'er said, what can I do? The human race is a completely different world for me, where can I survive? Will I not be killed as a spy of the demon clan again?

It is always said in the book that the human race is so selfish, insatiable, cruel, insidious and vicious...... Where, or even more hopeless than this perilous wasteland?

... I can't go anywhere now!

The most important thing is to set up a "home" here, find a place suitable for avoiding the attack of demon beasts, and not be bitten to death by mosquitoes, and survive.

When the sun was setting, Zhao Zihan looked at his new "house" and sighed.

It is located at the foot of a tall mountain peak, on a huge camphor tree, between three thick pine branches. It is more than a foot above the ground, with dead wood as the base and weeds, pine branches as the "wall", and the huge crown of the camphor tree as its top.

It is estimated that about 4 square meters can shelter from poisonous days during the day and enough to avoid mosquitoes at night. You can drink morning dew in the morning, watch the stars at night, and drink the northwest wind......

Thirty meters away, a small stream flows through it, and at the turn it forms a small stone pool, the clear water of which not only bathes, but also cleanses one's "dirty" soul......

Thinking that Yan Mu'er must have hugged his chubby banshee everywhere to show her happiness at this time, Yan Mei'er has even become the pride of the demon clan, but she is fighting for her life here! It feels like a big dream......

Perhaps, life is actually just a big dream, whether noble or lowly, rich or poor, possessed or lost... The ultimate fate is death.

How many people in the world can be famous for eternity, or for thousands of years? If there is an invisible hand in the darkness that controls fate, how many people can break the arrangement of fate?

It's just that if you can live for a while, you can earn a day if you live for a long time......

Under such self-spiritual comfort, this first night, Zhao Zihan looked at the starry sky through the pine branches, and slept beautifully with the breeze and bright moon.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt that the mountain wind was gusting, the fields were silent, and the morning light was sprinkled all over the hills.

Zhao Zihan was a little wrong.

Although I have no spiritual sense now, I still feel faintly uneasy in my heart. It stands to reason that this place has entered the wasteland for nearly a hundred miles, and it shouldn't be so quiet, and I don't know why, there are no demon beasts attacking.

It's anomalous. If something is abnormal, it will be a demon.

But what's the problem?