Liu Xiang lay behind a tuft of wild grass, clutching tightly a rope made of rags, and at the other end of the rope was a wooden stick, on which was a broken bamboo basket, and under the basket were a few grains that Liu Xiang had spent two hours picking up in the abandoned field that had been visited by 180 people.

Liu Xiang, who had been lying on his stomach all afternoon, tightened the shabby military coat on his body hard, and moved his body that was about to freeze unconscious. Looking up at the sky, the hazy weather has been going on for most of the day, and I am afraid that the first snow of the year is coming.

Liu Xiang shook his sleepy head, trying to keep himself awake. But the extreme malnutrition finally made Liu Xiang's thinking a little sluggish.

It's been almost a month since the city was broken, Liu Xiang's family of three fled all the way here with the refugees, the husband and wife are ordinary people, they don't have any ability to survive in the wild, if it weren't for the compressed biscuits and some medicines that Fa Xiao Zhao Guangming received before, they might not be able to survive for a week.

But the things you can bring with you are limited, no matter how much you save, the compressed biscuits have already been eaten, and recently I relied on those bottles of common medicine to exchange some food with a few martial artists among the refugees. If it weren't for the fact that some of those martial cultivators had some friendship with Zhao Guangming, who had already sacrificed, I am afraid that these bottles of medicine would have been snatched up a long time ago. But when the medicine ran out, the last cold medicine had been fed to his son with a fever.

Thinking of his son's small pedaling, Liu Xiang's sloppy eyes shone again. He hadn't eaten for a day, and if he couldn't get anything to eat, he wouldn't be able to hold on.

"Goo!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of a rooster crowing, and Liu Xiang's eyes widened, and he held his breath and looked forward along the crack in the grass.

Not far in front of Liu Xiang, next to the bamboo basket that was erected, a pheasant with bright feathers paced around the bamboo basket, looking around vigilantly.

Liu Xiangqiang endured excitement and continued to wait motionlessly.

It seemed that the pheasant had finally let down his vigilance and began to slowly walk towards the bamboo basket. However, when it finally walked into the range of the bamboo basket and lowered its head to peck at the rice, Liu Xiang suddenly pulled the rag rope in his hand violently, and the bamboo basket fell in response to the sound and buckled the pheasant in.

Liu Xiang jumped out of the grass barley at once, and crawled with his body to firmly press the bamboo basket under him before the pheasant overturned it.

Feeling the sound of the pheasants struggling desperately in the bamboo basket under him, Liu Xiang couldn't help crying with joy, he finally got something to eat, and he was saved.

After waiting for a while, the movement in the bamboo basket finally lightened, Liu Xiang moved his sore limbs respectively, held his breath and slowly lifted the bamboo basket into a small slit, and stretched his hand into the gap, ready to catch the pheasant.

Although the pheasant was trapped in the Jedi, it still vividly taught Liu Xiang a lesson, the difference between wild and domestic. Liu Xiang's hand was just stretched in, and he was smacked fiercely.

Liu Xiang screamed in pain, but gritted his teeth and did not withdraw his hand. Endure the pheasant's bite and grab its claws fiercely.

Liu Xiang simply lifted the bamboo basket, grabbed the pheasant's paw and took it out, carried the pheasant upside down and fell to the ground, seeing that the pheasant was still struggling, he lifted it up and fell again.

The pheasant didn't know if it had fallen to his death, and finally stopped moving.

Liu Xiang sat on the ground like a prostration, and these few movements had already made Liu Xiang's remaining physical strength urgent. He also knows that killing chickens is only delicious when blooded. But he was weak and still thinking about this, he didn't have the confidence and physical strength to deal with the struggling pheasants all the way.

"Haha......!" Liu Xiang, who was relaxed, couldn't help laughing, he hadn't been so happy as he was now for a long time.

After resting for a while, Liu Xiang tied the pheasant firmly around his waist with a strip of cloth, and walked towards the gathering place with some difficulty with the broken bamboo basket on his back, and he had not eaten for a day, and Liu Xiang had been hungry for three days.

Then Liu Xiang didn't be happy for long, and when he had already walked to the gathering place where he could see the distance, there were two ragged people holding two firewood knives in front of him.

"Hand over the pheasant."

Facing the two sharp firewood knives, Liu Xiang couldn't help but feel a little flustered, pulled out the worn-out kitchen knife behind his waist with one hand, and covered the pheasant tightly with the other hand: "No, my son hasn't eaten for a day, he has a fever, and if he doesn't eat, he will die." ”

"I don't care if your son dies or not, if you don't hand it over, we'll cut you to death and take it ourselves." One of the robbers said with a sinister face.

"I, I know Brother Zhang who gathered." Liu Xiang mentioned one of the warriors in the gathering place, hoping to scare the other party.

When the two robbers heard the word Brother Zhang, they looked at each other and seemed to hesitate. But just when Liu Xiang thought that the other party would retreat in the face of difficulties, a firewood knife slashed at him.

Liu Xiang subconsciously dodged to the side, his weak body couldn't support it, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The attack that slashed his head and covered his face instantly smashed on his body, and Liu Xiang, who was already weak, suddenly fell unconscious. Maybe it was because they were really worried about that Brother Zhang not far from the gathering place, and the two robbers didn't dare to kill them, but the pheasant was snatched away by the two of them.

The snow fell at some point, and Liu Xiang was awakened by the cold on his face.

Liu Xiang, who struggled to get up, looked at the empty belt, and finally couldn't control himself, and cried out in despair: "Ah..."

I don't know how long it took, looking at the darkening sky, Liu Xiang wiped his tears and staggered towards the gathering place.

The gathering place is actually a deserted small mountain village, and when Liu Xiang walked into the village and wanted to go to his residence, smoke rose from a house not far away.

Liu Xiang hesitated for a moment and walked towards the house where the smoke rose.

"Can I get something to eat?" Liu Xiang stood outside the room with difficulty and said inside.

When the three men and one woman in the house heard the movement, they quickly grabbed the weapons on the side and pointed them at Liu Xiang, and looked out through the door that was only half left, and saw that Liu Xiang seemed to be no threat.

One of the middle-aged men said, "What do you want to exchange for?" ”

Liu Xiang pulled out a kitchen knife: "Can I use this kitchen knife in exchange?" ”

The middle-aged man raised the axe in his hand and said, "We don't lack iron weapons, let's go!" ”

"I have nothing else of value, please! Give me something to eat, my son won't be able to hold on! Liu Xiang pleaded in a low voice.

"It's all fugitives who have a meal but not a meal, and we don't have any extra food, so you better leave quickly." The middle-aged man refused indifferently.

Liu Xiang clutched the kitchen knife in his hand tightly, and looked at the people in the room with some despair, a family of four, a pair of middle-aged women, and two eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys. With difficulty, he turned around and walked towards his residence.

"Do you have a military coat on your body?" Suddenly, a young voice came from inside the house.

Liu Xiang stopped and grabbed the coat on his body: "Change!" ”

"You can only change it for a wild vegetable cake, can you change it?" The young voice came again.

Liu Xiang turned around and gritted his teeth: "Change!" ”

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Carrying the two wild vegetable cakes that he had exchanged for the last military coat, Liu Xiang hurriedly walked home, and the hostess of the house finally softened her heart and gave Liu Xiang one more.

But Liu Xiang didn't go far, and he was frightened by the screams in front of him.

"The monster is coming!"

"Run!"

A group of people ran from the front, faces full of extreme fear.

Liu Xiang hurriedly looked for the big and small figures in the crowd, but he couldn't find them. Suddenly, a heart-penetrating coldness swept across Liu Xiang's scalp.

The direction in which the monster appears is exactly the direction of his residence.

Liu Xiang desperately ran through the crowd and forward.

Liu Xiang, who rushed to the residence, was driven crazy by the scene in front of him, only half of his daughter-in-law's body was twisted and fell on the road, a terrifying black duck monster glanced at Liu Xiang with blood-red eyes, and one flew away with wings, and there was a small figure in his mouth full of fangs.

"Kick! Liu Xiang let out a wail that was not like a human voice, and chased in the direction where the kitchen knife flew away like a black duck monster.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Liu Xiang kept running forward in only his underwear, in the direction where the black duck monster flew away.

I don't know how long I ran, but Liu Xiang, who ran out of oil and dried up, finally fell into the snow.

When he was dying, Liu Xiang asked himself for the 10,000th time:

Why not choose Takeko? Liu Xiang, why don't you choose Wuke? Why......