First use the green onion and ginger in the pot, then put the fat sea, tangerine peel, Tianqi, Chuanbei and other flavored herbs into the pot, fry on high heat until the fragrance overflows, then put in the garlic sprouts, fennel, leeks and green onions and a salted fish, stir-fry together for a while, finally put vinegar and sauce, change to a fire and boil slowly for half an hour, with a little coriander when the pot starts, pour three spoons of chili oil and a spoonful of brown sugar after putting it on the plate.

What would such a dish taste like? Two words: chaos.

That's how the 'corpse' feels right now, boundless chaos. I don't have a complete memory at all, I can't remember who I am, where I came from, what kind of experiences I had before, and I don't know where I am now and where I should go.

And the only emotion that the chaotic feeling brings is that of vigilance.

The most instinctive reaction.

Because of the strangeness, so fear, he is not even familiar with himself, how can he not be wary of everything around him?

So when he noticed that dozens of more barbarians were approaching, he left early. However, when he lurked in a safe place, watching the movements of the barbarians, he was still surprised by his own athletic skills...... Can you detect the crisis in advance and act so quickly? What did I do before? Killers, agents, heroes?

It's not hard to understand that killers and heroes are good, but agents... What is an agent? How did such a word come to mind?

'Corpse' is simply a problem, naturally he thought of 'Baidu' again, and after 'Baidu', he thought of a nickname 'Du Niang', just like 'agent', he just thought of this word with a similar instinctive thinking, but he couldn't remember the specific meaning of these two words.

As a result, the 'corpses' are even more chaotic.

Although the loss of memory makes people frightened and confused, but this does not affect normal thinking, the corpse is extremely far away, except for the group of barbarians in front of him, the huge wasteland is not the slightest angry, with his current situation, how can he have a chance to survive if he walks around?

Anything had to be lived, so he kept up with the barbarians from afar—at least for now, the only hope he had of getting out of the wasteland alive.

It would have been almost impossible to follow a flat, unsheltered wasteland, but the 'corpse' soon discovered his new ability: a strong eyesight.

When the distance is far enough, the other party can't see him, but he can see the other person clearly, and his eyesight is much stronger than that of a barbarian. Tracking has become a simple matter, as long as you keep a good distance, everything is fine.

And then there is the explosive power, with one force, it is easy to rush out a long way, which is by no means a normal person's pace.

The more I walked, the more the 'corpse' could discover what was special about him, and his heart was once happy, he was very skilled, and it was logical that most people with ability would have money and status, and the 'corpse' thought that he was probably a rich man, and he smiled even more happily...... But the good times didn't last long, and after a few hours, trouble came.

First, he was too tired to do it, but fortunately, the barbarians he was tracking were also tired, and he stopped to repair for a while, which gave the 'corpse' a chance to breathe. No matter how ferocious the explosive power is, from last night to now, he and the barbarian must have traveled the same distance, and now that everyone is tired, it means that each other's physical strength is about the same, and the 'corpse' is not necessarily very strong.

And then I'm hungry...... The belly rebelled, and the whole body was disobedient, and the barbarian in front of him brought dry food with him, but how could he bring food with this corpse?

The 'corpse' lay on the ground, and in desperation, he opened the satchel on his waist.

The sandfolk are kind to the dead, of course, they are not afraid to take away the things of the dead, but they usually see if these things are of any use to themselves, if they are useful, needless to say, if they are useless, the sandmen will leave them in the dead and bury them together in the ground.

The contents of the satchel were inexplicable in the eyes of the sandmen, and the 'corpse' was able to preserve it. Just now, during the trip, the 'corpse' turned over the satchel, and there were bottles and cans in it, which should be some medicinal herbs, but there was no half-word mark, and it was impossible to distinguish their purpose for a while, as well as needle sacs, knives, and a pair of strange scaly leather gloves.

Now he opened the satchel again, picked and chose for a moment, and finally he chose a porcelain bottle, which contained five red pills the size of his finger's belly, which smelled fragrant...... 'corpse' did not know its name, could not remember its medicinal effect, but it was very strange, he just knew that this pill should be able to eat and relieve his filling.

The mind that remained in his mind and could only be regarded as a 'habitual surname', and the rational mind after losing his memory competed for a moment, and the 'corpse' tentatively swallowed a pill, and sure enough, he soon refreshed his spirits, and although his stomach did not feel full, he was clearly not hungry.

The 'corpse' pondered for a while with joy, and decided to call this immortal medicine 'not hungry' in the future.

In the following days, he spent time running and tracking, the 'corpse' calculated the effectiveness of not starving, one could work for almost a day, the number of pills was scarce and could not last long, he had to save money, and when he was really hungry, he held back from eating, until the evening of the seventh day, the barbarian finally returned to the brigade, and at the same time, the team of the Baiyin clan also entered the sight of the 'corpse'.

The migration of nearly 100,000 people from the whole clan, coupled with a lot of baggage and belongings, the scale of the team is so amazing and mighty that you can't see the beginning and the end at a glance.

The 'corpse' did not dare to get too close, and as he had done before, he kept his distance from the barbarians' brigade while slowing down his pace and slowly following them. It was getting late, Bai Yin stopped advancing and camped on the spot, set up a tent and lit a bonfire, and then the 'corpses' in the distance were in a hurry...... He saw the meat.

The sand people began to make a fire to cook, and some people dragged out the yellow sheep that the team was carrying, slaughtered and washed and set up on the fire to roast them, I don't know if it was because of the amazing ear power or the psychological effect, the 'corpse' could even hear the sound of golden fat oozing from the mutton and dripping down the fire.

Watching the barbarians barbecue was anxious, watching the barbarians eat meat was even more anxious, the 'corpse' clenched his fists vigorously, fortunately his brain was not faint, and there was nothing to do now, so he could only wait with peace of mind, and wait until late at night when they fell asleep before they had a chance to get closer, hoping that their appetite would not be so good, so that they could leave some mutton for themselves...... Maybe it was to celebrate the return of the warriors, today's dinner was unusually rich, the porcelain doll and the Ban Da also followed the light, and ate a good meat meal with the sand people, during which the Ban man quietly hid a small jar of bad wine under the robe, and then glanced at the porcelain doll, the latter understood, and was not afraid of greasy, taking advantage of the sand min's lack of attention, he stuffed a large piece of roasted mutton into his sleeve... The old man stole the wine, and she was in charge of 'preparing' the snacks.

Speaking of which, waiting until the middle of the night to drink and chat with the class adults is Xie Zimiao's best pastime during this time.

After dinner, the old and the young returned to their temporary residence, and just put down the wine and meat, when suddenly the sand people rushed to spread the word, the sand king had an urgent matter, and the two of them immediately rushed to meet each other.

Master Ban and the porcelain doll glanced at each other, their expressions were a little puzzled, they couldn't figure out why the sand king was looking for them, the class master also asked a few words, and the sand people who passed the message didn't know what was going on with the sand king, but just urged them to hurry over.

When he was looking for someone, he was in a hurry, but after he found them, the king was not in a hurry to see them, so he asked Ban and Xie to wait outside the tent, while the king of the sand was in the tent and discussed something with the high priest of the clan.

The tent at the time of the march is naturally not comparable to the dwelling in the homeland, and now the sand king really lives in a tent, and there is no underground palace under the tent.

It is also because the sand people usually live in underground 'hos', and the tent can only be regarded as a roof for them at best, no matter the craftsmanship or quality, it cannot be compared with the herdsmen's tents, and the sound insulation effect is particularly poor, so although the voice of the sand king and the high priest is low, but the Ban Daren and Xie Zimiao, who are waiting outside, can still hear their voices intermittently.

Xie Zimiao didn't care, she couldn't understand it anyway, but she noticed that the class adults listened very carefully. She was a little puzzled and asked softly, "Do you understand?" What are you talking about? ”

In ancient times, the Shamin and the ancestors of the dog Rong shared a grassland, and in terms of language, if according to the words of Song Yang's predecessors, it was 'the same language family', and there were many lingua franca between each other, and the grammar was almost the same, if you knew one language, you could quickly learn the other. Ban is proficient in the dog language, and has been with the sand people for a long time, and now he can understand some of the sand people's conversations.

The class didn't care about explaining anything, and waved his hand vigorously to signal the porcelain doll not to disturb him.

Soon, Master Ban seemed to hear something important, and his expression suddenly became complicated, both shocked and shocked, but also a ecstasy that could not be concealed no matter what, and under the excitement, his whole person suddenly tensed, as if he was a wood carved clay sculpture, and stood motionless in the hall.

After listening to the conversation for a while, the old man went mad, and rushed into the king's tent in spite of the king's orders, and his movements were so great that he stepped on the leather curtain of the tent.

The door curtain was wrapped between his feet, and Master Ban was unsteady on his feet, and fell in front of the Sand King and the High Priest with a bang, and several people were startled by him, Xie Zimiao hurriedly ran over to help him, but before she could step forward, Master Ban got up, not standing up, but kneeling on the ground, and saying something loudly in brute words.

After saying a paragraph, Master Ban suddenly began to kowtow and kowtow to the sand king!

Although it is not a stone floor, the soil of this part of the wasteland is hard, and the old man's forehead is already dripping with blood after a few knocks.

The porcelain doll was completely stunned by him, but the sand king reacted faster, stretched out his hand to help the class up, and said a few barbaric words in his mouth, after the old man heard it, the previous worry and anxiety in his expression were no longer there, but turned into relief and relief, and some chagrin and depression.

…… When I returned to my accommodation, the half-moon on the horizon was slanted.

Xie Zimiao asked Shamin for some cloth strips and strange herbs to stop bleeding and build muscles, and treated the wounds of Master Ban with her own hands, and she bandaged others for the first time, and it was crooked and oblique, wrapped in an ugly look. When he was done, he turned around and poured a bowl of water for the old man, and asked softly, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Song Yang's body was stolen."

The porcelain doll suddenly raised its head, her eyes sharp: "What do you mean?" ”

Master Ban shook his head and said, "Don't worry, wait for me to speak slowly." ”

At dusk, the Baiyin warrior returned with Jianxi, and when he saw the sand queen, Sampu no longer concealed it, and told the truth and the truth. The Sand King was naturally surprised, and immediately invited the high priest to discuss the matter, and at the same time called Xie Zimiao and Master Ban to hear what they had to say.

Outside the tent, the sand king and the high priest said that the young Han man who was buried was still alive, and how could the old man not know who 'that young Han man' was!

As soon as Master Ban said this, there was a grunt, and the porcelain doll fell to the ground, her eyes widened, and she couldn't tell whether she wanted to cry or laugh, and the bowl full of water in her hand had already been spilled on her clothes.

Master Ban smiled, and without waiting for the porcelain doll to confirm again, he nodded and said, "That's right, Song Yang is not dead." ”

The porcelain doll took a deep breath, her face gradually calmed down, and she said seriously: "You continue." As he spoke, he stood up again with his hands on the ground, but he was only halfway up when his two big eyes suddenly rolled upward, and he fell straight down and fainted to the ground.

The expression of the class is very helpless, trembling stretched out his right hand, with his thumb to pinch the person, but the person is old and has limited strength, one hand can not pinch at all, have to put the other hand up, trembling hands at the same time, and when he is busy sweating, the porcelain doll finally woke up, opened its eyes, eyes from loose to clear to clear, the porcelain doll sat up and thought about it, and suddenly laughed...... There's no way, you have to laugh, you can't hold it down, you can't stop it, if you don't let you laugh, you'll die... If you don't laugh, you'll really die!

Let her laugh for a while, and then the class master continued to talk about what had just happened.

When he first heard that Song Yang was not dead, Master Ban was surprised and delighted, but then the words of the high priest shocked him: The resurrection of the dead is a sign of divine punishment!

Even if Master Ban didn't fully understand the customs of the Shamin, with the most basic common sense, he could understand that since it was a bad omen, the Shamin would never allow Song Yang to live.

At this time, how could he still think about why Song Yang didn't die, in a hurry, Master Ban rushed directly into the king's tent and loudly explained the matter for Song Yang...... The old man told the sand king and the high priest that his son had a mistake in his practice when he was a child, and he suffered from the evil disease of 'dead sleep', and often fell asleep inexplicably.

There are a lot of loopholes in the improvised lies, which make it hard to believe, but Master Ban can't find any other excuse for a while, so he can only say that, he must want the other party to understand that Song Yang did not come back from the dead, but did not die at all.

Resurrection from the dead is a sign of divine punishment; Not dead and buried in the soil by mistake is just a careless mistake. Only in this way can it be possible to let the Shamin let Song Yang go...... At that time, how did Master Ban know that there was still the tortuous process of internal annihilation sacrifice and stealing the corpse, he only said that Song Yang crawled out of the grave in the sea of flowers, was caught by the sand people who stayed there, and life and death hung by a thread.

Then Master Ban explained to Sha Wang that he had concealed this matter because he felt sorry for his son, and he was afraid that Sha Min would throw him into the rift valley to feed the loaches if he knew that he was not dead, so he knew that Song Yang was asleep, but he still concealed it and let Sha Min bury him. Then he kowtowed like pounded garlic and begged the Sand King to forgive Song Yang.

Baiyin Shamin's heart is pure, but he is not an idiot and fool, obviously Shawang didn't think much of Banda's words, but he still helped the old man up and told the truth about Song Yang's 'death and resurrection' process, Ban Daren then knew that Song Yang ran away, not in the hands of Shamin as he imagined, and his own set of lies just now were all made up in vain.

Sha Min treated Master Ban and Xie Zimiao well, in the final analysis, because their son and husband died in the hands of Sha Min, and now that Song Yang is still alive, it stands to reason that the previous treatment should be revoked, but Sha Wang didn't do that, just let them go back first.

The sand king still treats the two well, although it is unreasonable, but in the eyes of the class people, it is not difficult to understand, the divine punishment warning is not a trivial matter, once it spreads, the whole clan will be panicked, if it is not forced to do so, the sand king will not announce the matter, so Song Yang's 'father' and 'daughter-in-law', how they were treated before will be what they will be in the future.

When Master Ban spoke, Xie Zimiao kept laughing, and when she was still in the Shamin Dungeon, she said that when there was no Song Yang before, she didn't care; But this man has come and gone, and she is very unhappy; But now he's gone and coming again...... I couldn't stand it anymore, this was the first time in my life that a porcelain doll had experienced such a feeling.

The clear-minded Xie Zimiao, the porcelain doll with a quiet surname, smirked endlessly.

I don't know how long I laughed, but my mood calmed down a little: "There's something I don't quite understand." ”

Master Ban asked coldly: "I don't understand why Song Yang didn't die?" Don't ask me, I don't know who to ask yet. ”

The porcelain doll hurriedly shook her head: "No, I didn't want to ask this." It's not that I don't want to ask, it's that I know it's useless to ask you......"

Before he finished speaking, the boss of the class interrupted impatiently: "What are you talking about, can't you talk well?" If you want to ask something, ask quickly. ”

The porcelain doll wanted to laugh again, so she coughed hard to suppress her laughter: "You intercede for Song Yang... Why? ”

But Master Ban didn't answer, just snorted sullenly: "I'm like this, I can't imagine that I have to kowtow and kneel to the barbarian, I'm very angry, I don't want to talk tonight." As he spoke, he blew out the oil lamp in one breath, and lay down on the mat, without saying a word.

Xie Zimiao didn't ask anymore, picked up the water bowl again, filled it with water, and put it next to the class adults, the old man often coughed in the middle of the night, and he would have to drink water to pressure it at that time.

The sudden news disrupted the original plan to drink and eat meat in the middle of the night, and the two of them forgot about it, and the wine and meat were left untouched in the corner of the tent...... In the middle of the night, the huge camp was silent, only in the gradually extinguishing bonfire, occasionally broke out one or two crackling sounds, and a puff of sparks splashed up and went out in a blink of an eye.

The barbarians stayed overnight, and also arranged for soldiers to be on duty at night, but after all, it was not a march to fight, and there were no people in the wasteland, and there would be no enemy sneak attack at all, so the barbarians on duty were also very tired, or they gathered together in groups to chat in a low voice, or they slept with their backs to each other, and no one noticed, and a figure took advantage of the cover of the night to quietly enter this amazingly large camp.

(To be continued)