It seems to be a dilapidated earth temple, with statues of gods tilted, cracked and dusty, incense sticks in ruins, futons scattered, and oil lamps long since dried up.

The incense burner was also gone, leaving only a circle of marks on the desk that had existed.

The walls cracked, and the north wind blew through the cracks in the walls, penetrating the bones, and it was only slightly better than camping in the wilderness.

In the cold wind, he was curled up in a corner in rags.

The one who kicked him was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, with handsome eyebrows, childishness, wearing a brocade suit, the material was good, but he could see at a glance that he had not been washed for many days, there were holes, there were blood stains, and the wind and dust were served.

"Senior Brother Hu, you are so kind, and you still told him to get up to eat?" There is a fire burning in the middle of the temple, radiating heat, which makes this humble shelter a little warm.

By the fire, six or seven people sat around the fire, some adding firewood, and some stirring the sweet potatoes and corn in the fire.

The stick-worn hairless pheasant roasted with oily smell of worms emanated, and the speaker carefully sprinkled salt on it as he swallowed his saliva.

"They are all fallen people at the end of the world, so why bother each other?" Senior Brother Hu sighed and stuffed a nest head into Mu Wanyang's mouth, "Bite it yourself, don't drop it, you won't have to eat it if it falls to the ground." ”

It's not the players, it's the NPCs.

The object of his former service, when he meets, he will hack himself to death; The object of his previous suppression, but he saved himself......

Although he has already accepted such a reality, when he really encounters it, Mu Wanyang will inevitably have mixed feelings.

As for being tied with your hands and feet, what would you do if you met a guy on the road who was injured and fainted and didn't know where it came from?

There should be a heart to save people, and a heart to prevent people is indispensable.

Mu Yanyang nodded with his head in his mouth, "hehe" twice, which can be regarded as expressing gratitude.

He was indeed hungry, and the loss of blood, coupled with the escape for his life, consumed a lot of physical strength.

Young Master Tiger waved his hand and gnawed on the pheasant.

Mu Canyang tried hard to gnaw on the nest head and swallow, while sweeping over everyone one by one, except for the two thin men hiding in the shadow in the corner, everyone was strong and weathered.

This should be a group of people who have practiced martial arts, but those two thin men seem to be a little strange, how can they come over and take a look?

After a little thought, you have an idea.

Turning his head to continue scanning, when he got closer, he suddenly shook his body, pulled the wound and coughed violently, and the burst of air spewed out the nest head far away.

He seemed to have just realized that there was another person behind him, lying there without knowing whether he was dead or alive, covered in bruises and blurred flesh and blood!

In fact, when he was about to wake up, he heard the angry scolding and beating voices around him, "I'm going to kill you!" "You traitor to glory!" "Ungrateful villain!" …… Something like that.

Seeing his violent reaction, everyone laughed: "I can't see that this kid is so strong and brave." ”

"Look at his tendon meat, I thought he was a master, a silver-like pewter spear head!"

Young Master Hu also laughed, and after laughing, he explained: "That's a descendant of my family, ungrateful, traitor for glory, and beaten by me." ”

"It should be! You're welcome! Mu Yanyang nodded stunnedly, "Such a person should be damned!" ”

As he spoke, his eyes squinted to the side of the fire, and he looked awkwardly at the corner.

His nest head was lying there quietly.

With his hands and feet pinned behind him, he squatted and thought about it, Mu Yanyang lay on his side on the ground and began to roll.

One lap, two laps, and when he rolled to the third lap, everyone realized that he was going to reach the nest on the ground, and laughed again, and looked down on him even more.

This guy not only has a silver pewter gun head, but also lacks a heart.

"Xiaolian, give him the head of the nest!" In the corner, a skinny man said to another, thinner man.

"Hmm." That Xiaolian picked up the nest head, a little impatient, but still dusted off the soil, carefully tore off a layer of epidermis, and stuffed it back into Mu Wanyang's mouth.

It turned out to be two girls, and when they got closer, Mu Yanyang finally understood.

Xiaolian has light hands and feet, quick movements, and is well-behaved and obedient, in fact, he is called Xiaolian, right? Nine times out of ten, the one on the side is a young lady, this is a pair of master and servant.

Although he deliberately smeared his skin and tied up his hair, his round cheeks and black and white eyes can't be seen by ordinary people.

Just as he was about to continue to make a heartless appearance, he suddenly noticed the doubt flashing in the young lady's eyes, and Mu Wanyang stopped.

Although he was dressed as a savage, he had a bamboo knife, a bamboo tube, leather, and a homemade hemp rope...... And the way to deal with poison wounds.

Could all this have been done by a person who lacks a heart?

Pretending to be stupid can deceive the reckless man on the edge of the fire, it seems that ...... I can't hide this thoughtful girl.

After thinking about it for a while, Mu Yanyang took his head and nodded to the second daughter, and then slowly, rolled back to his corner.

Although the action is ridiculous, he is not shocked by the humiliation he does.

The reckless men continued to laugh, but the round-faced young lady really dispelled her doubts.

No matter how noble a person is, there are times when he is down, and it is not a sin to cherish food.

Everyone continued to sit around and eat, and between the conversations, Mu Yanyang knew that most of these people were surnamed Guo, who were both relatives and brothers, and they were framed and blamed to become rebels, and they were on the way to flee for their lives.

In all likelihood, these people are the targets of those players.

He was suspicious at first, but he ...... Considering that the direction the player is tracking and the direction he is fleeing from is almost the opposite, I don't dare to be sure.

Now he knows that the Guo family has divided into several routes, and this is just one of them, and those players are probably chasing other clues.

I can't go all the way with these people, I have to find a way to leave!

It's too dangerous to stay with the player's pursuer!

In particular, the young lady's facial features are extremely exquisite, and her big black and white eyes are charming and moving, even if they are covered by black ash and dark shadows, it is difficult to hide the beauty.

This has always been a focus for players.

But...... How to get there? The hands and feet are tied, and the ox tendon rope soaked in oil is used, and the pig's trotter buckle is beaten, which cannot be loosened and grinds constantly.

While trying to swallow the nest, Mu Wanyang thought about it, and Zhao Ran noticed the opposite corner, projected the concerned gaze of the dead man on the side, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled: There is!

Secretly began to gather momentum.

After eating, drinking water, and drinking water, everyone began to discuss how to keep vigil in shifts.

When the discussion was intense, there was a sudden "poof" sound, and in the small space of the land temple, it was sprinkled with light rain.

Wipe the wet area, where is the rain? It's blood!

Everyone was terrified for a while, and couldn't help but look at the place where the sound came from, and saw Mu Wanyang falling to the ground, his eyes turned white, his mouth was foaming blood, his face was bruised, and his throat was "ho-ho".

Although the cowhide rope tied his hands and feet behind his back, it seemed that it was not enough.

His whole body stretched back vigorously, almost stretched into a bow, and it still bounced, like a live fish struggling ashore.

"Oh no, this guy is crazy!"

"Maybe it's because the poison didn't heal, and now it's attacking?"

"Quick, quick, do you have a towel, put it in your mouth, don't let him bite off his tongue."

"Rope, let's loosen the rope first, change it to the front, just enough to stretch him, don't let him sprain his waist."

Although they looked down on Mu Yanyang, when he really fell ill, these people still rushed up and rescued him in various ways.

Not many people paid attention, taking advantage of the change of posture, Mu Wanyang quietly folded a piece of cow tendon rope in half and held it in the palm of his hand.