The cries for help continued intermittently for a long time, and Zhao Zilu and the three of them did not dare to make a sound, and even their breathing was deliberately calm.

I don't know how long it took, the cries for help finally disappeared, but Zhao Zilu didn't dare to go out like that, and it was not too late to go out when that thing came far away. Until the evening, the three of them were still hiding in the ravine, and what made Zhao Zilu speechless was that the female head and Ahri were already asleep.

"It's time to get up, little lazy worm," said Zhao Zilu, twisting Ahri's delicate little nose with his hand

Ahri rubbed his eyes and yawned sleepily, "Xianggong, morning." ”

"It's not early, it's getting dark"

Ahri playfully stuck out her tongue

The female head also woke up, first stunned for two seconds, and then stood up quickly with a red face, she didn't expect that she actually fell asleep on someone's body, and she was a little embarrassed.

"Let's go, it's getting dark and it's dangerous to spend the night in the forest. There was a small village about ten miles east where we could spend the night. ”

"Then without further ado, let's go."

Then the three of them began to move in the direction of the east, and after a while they emerged from the jungle, and came to the trade road, and followed the trade road, which was still muddy, but it was much more thirsty than in the morning, and it was not so difficult to walk.

"Captain, who is that cripple?"

The female head of the troupe shook her head, "He came to our team about five years ago, he rarely speaks, basically does some miscellaneous things in the team, and is often bullied by people in the troupe." At that time, my father was not dead, he was still the head of the troupe, and when the cripple was bullied, he would criticize the people in the troupe, but the cripple didn't seem to care, no matter how he was bullied, he wouldn't fight back, and he wouldn't even complain, and over time everyone got used to it. I could never have imagined that the cripple turned out to be such a person. ”

It is true that in her image the cripple is an honest person who can no longer be honest, she once thought that the reason why the cripple did not resist was because of cowardice and cowardice, but now it seems that this is not the case, he did not have the slightest cowardice when he killed people, and even with pleasure, indifference made people feel cold. What kind of person the cripple was is now a mystery.

"Is he dead?" The female leader felt that the cripples were probably dead, otherwise the invisible monster would not have come to chase them.

Zhao Zilu shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know. But his instinct told him that the cripple wouldn't die so easily.

Female leader: "By the way, I don't know what your name is, my name is Wei'an." ”

"Zhao Zilu, my wife Ahri."

"Then I'll call you Brother Zhao and Sister Ahri in the future, just call me Wei'an, you don't need the head of the troupe to call me, now that the troupe is gone, my head has long existed in name only."

Speaking of the troupe Wei An unconsciously a little sad, her father was the previous head of the troupe, her mother died in the war when she was a child, so since the day she became sensible, she has been living with her father in the troupe, going south and north to perform in different cities to make a living, and the troupe is getting stronger and stronger, and it has even reached the number of 200 people at its peak, which can be regarded as a well-known troupe. But since the invasion of Noxus, everything has changed. During a performance, the troupe was unfortunately involved in the war, and many members of the troupe died, including his father. Half of the troupe lost half of the people overnight, without the pillar of the father, many members of the troupe began to leave one after another, and finally at the age of eighteen, she had no choice but to be the head of the troupe, but she was always a girl and young, and she could not convince the public in the troupe, many of the troupe members also began to leave, and finally there were about fifty people left, but in recent years, seven or eight people have died inexplicably, and only nineteen people are left in the already depressed troupe. Not to mention making money, now they are even living extremely difficult, and in addition to the war, they are already miserable, and they often can only eat one meal of meat a month.

In fact, Wei An doesn't hold a grudge against the bus, there is always a feeling in her heart that the troupe was destroyed in her hands, that she was incapacitated, and that she brought the troupe into the abyss step by step. She felt like she was indebted to everyone all the time.

"Then Wei'an, where are you going next, do you want to go to Wanluo City with us?"

"Will you take me with you?"

"Of course, we can be regarded as friends who share adversity."

"Thank you."

Wei An's thank you is from the heart, she has grown up in the drama troupe since she was a child, and the drama troupe is all she has, and now that the opera troupe is gone, she has become nothing and very confused. It can even be said that she is a little overwhelmed, but she is already very satisfied that there is still someone willing to accept her at this time. As for the future, how to live and other worries....... Then leave it for later.

The three of them talked and laughed along the way, Wei An is also a more cheerful girl, and she is also very talkative, and she can always make Ahri giggle along the way, and even Zhao Zilu has been teased many times.

Time passed briskly, and in a blink of an eye, the sky began to darken, and the three of them also arrived at the village that Wei'an said, in the twilight, there was a village in the valley, and it seemed that there were hundreds of households.

"I'll go say hello to the village chief and grandfather first," Wei An said and trotted into the village, she had been to this village many times, she was only four years old when she first came, the village chief was good friends with her father, and in previous years, the opera troupe had to spend the night here every time he passed by.

After Wei'an left, Ahri tugged on Zhao Zilu's sleeve and put his small mouth to Zhao Zilu's ear.

"Is the prime minister going to take a concubine?"

Zhao Zilu was messy

"What nonsense?"

"Hmph, the slave family has already seen that Sister Wei'an must be in love with Xianggong, she must be thinking about how to marry Xianggong."

"You think your husband is a gold coin, everyone likes it."

"The slave family doesn't care, anyway, the slave family doesn't agree to this family business."

"Don't think about it, there's no such thing."

"Really? Don't lie to the slave family. ”

"Really."

"Can the prime minister swear?"

"I swear."

"I swear that you will always love Ahri, like Ahri, and love Ahri."

"Always love Ahri, like Ahri, love Ahri."

"Be good to Ahri all your life, buy delicious food for Ahri, cook barbecue for Ahri every day, Ahri wants to eat a lot of barbecue."

"Be good to Ahri all your life, buy delicious food for Ahri, and make it for Ahri every day...... No, I almost lost your way. Dare to tease your husband and look for a fight! See if I don't squash your little ass. ”

"Giggles.... Xianggong slave family is wrong, don't spank the slave family's ass. ”

"Ah~~~~!"

Just as the two were playing, an exclamation came.

"It's Sister Wei'an's voice."

The two looked at each other and hurried into the village. Ran towards the place where the screams sounded.

I didn't see a single person in the village along the way, and the whole village was unusually quiet, and the silence was a little abnormal. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, which was very pungent. Zhao Zilu found that there were thirsty blood stains in many places in the village, and he thought that something must have happened here.

Then the two finally found Wei An, who was sitting on the ground at this time, and in front of her was a pile of corpses, all kinds of corpses with broken arms, yarded into a small mountain. That's where the heavy smell of blood comes from.

"Help"

Just then, the cries for help were heard, and the source of the sound was at the top of the pile of corpses. At the same time, the cry for help was mixed with the sound of clattering and chewing.

"There are still people alive."

The next second, a head poked out of the pile of corpses.

A pair of large green eyes bulged outward, taking up more than half of the whole face, and a huge mouth with rodents was dripping with purple saliva, and the mouth was chewing on a child's arm, making a clicking sound of bone breaking. In the blink of an eye, the entire arm was swallowed.

"Help"

This monster actually speaks to people. Obviously, the cry for help came from it.