Gu San found a direction and walked out along the road under his feet. In the middle of the night, groups of people who had just eaten the wedding wine walked down the street drunk, and no one paid attention to the darkness, and there was such a murderer who took hostages and left the scene of the crime.

She slowly walked out of the city. Along the way, Steward Li begged and begged, scolded, and cried, but Gu San seemed to have no tongue, never said a word, stepped on a pair of small feet, and walked out stubbornly by himself.

And so she gradually walked away from the city and into the suburbs.

There are fewer houses around, more grass and trees, and you can't see your fingers when you look at it, but fortunately, Gu San's night vision ability has always been good, and he didn't trip because of this.

Steward Li saw that she was a woman at first, and she had lived in the boudoir for a long time, so she didn't pay attention to it, and tried to kill her like a gun to escape. The two walked quietly in the night, and Gu San suddenly stopped.

"Just in front, right?"

Steward Li didn't know what she said, he couldn't see what Gu San could see, it was pitch black, there was no lantern yet, if it wasn't for Gu San, maybe he would have walked into the ditch by this time.

Gu San didn't explain what it was, so he pulled Steward Li forward. After passing a threshold, Steward Li knew that it was a temple. The long-dilapidated Jizo Bodhisattva Temple on the outskirts of the city.

When he got here, Gu San took out the fire fold and lit the lampstand in front of the Buddha to illuminate the surroundings.

The surroundings were decayed, there were broken walls and ruins everywhere, and there was air leaking on all sides, and the oil lamp in Gu Sanduan's hand, regardless of the dust on it, pulled the rope that tied Steward Li, and looked around.

"That's it, it's good to have roof tiles to cover it."

After deciding on a place to stay, Gu San turned around, took a rope and tied Steward Li's feet together, found a stone from around and stuck it in his mouth, sealed his tongue, and tied him in front of the Buddha statue.

"From tonight onwards, whoever comes in first will be decided." Gu San showed him the dagger, "Whether to untie the rope for you or end your life with a knife is his business." If you are a good person here, someone should save you. But if you run rampant here, you will only be dead. ”

With that, Gu San threw the dagger a meter in front of him, climbed up to the Buddha statue by himself, and lay down in the lotus seat behind the Jizo Bodhisattva. The sound of Steward Li's struggle came from the front, but it gradually weakened.

Gu San lay down behind the cold and hard old stone statue, surrounded by a smell of dust, in disrepair, and naturally brought up a lot of dust between movements. Her little feet ached from this walk, and her toes seemed to have some liquid oozing out between their secret movements, probably grinding out blood. In the silence around, the occasional howl of wild beasts came, and the roof of the ruined temple was broken, leaking a few points of starlight, and Gu San looked up.

In this silence, I always occasionally think of the things of the previous world.

I don't know if Murong Yuhua escaped, she is gone, if he is in danger again, he will have to learn to deal with it himself. What's next for that world? But she also thought that maybe it would be the same world as hers, with ruins everywhere and disasters spreading, but people would still struggle to survive.

Gu San only regretted a small thing - she should say goodbye to Murong Yuhua at the last moment. She has almost no longer "regretted" since she was a teenager, regret is the most useless emotion, time does not stop because of people's heavy feelings, she has long understood clearly, but now she still feels this way.

She should have said "goodbye" before leaving. It's just that everything happened so fast that it was too late for her to say anything more. She only remembered that at the last moment when the zombie tide was about to come, she held Murong Yuhua's hand and dropped a kiss on the back of his hand. She met his red eyes, he was actually a crying child, right?

When I first saw him, he was oily and powdery, and occasionally he was coquettish and willful, and he played a small temperament like a child. Although sometimes the words are absurd and the behavior is ridiculous, but there is also a steady side when things happen.

I thought that he would be able to spend his life in peace. Who would have thought that he would end up having to go through the nightmare he had experienced? Her numbness and strength were once incompatible with that bright world, too much blood, too many dead bodies, too many unjust souls stuck in the past. These hardships crushed her weakness, making it difficult for her to feel joy and sorrow like an ordinary person, rational to the point of even being a little cold-blooded.

But that is the "incompatibility" that Gu San enjoys.

She looked at the flames that were dancing in front of her, sighed softly, and blew out the oil lamp. Many things can only be recalled once, and when the next day comes, she will continue to survive in this strange world.

Unlike Murong Yuhua, who always doubted the truth of the world, Gu San did not doubt. Suspicion is useless. What if doubt plants the seeds of nothingness, even if it proves that everything in the world is false?

The pain is real, the flight is real, the sacrifices made by some for the lives of others are real. Those ordinary people who do not forget to play great in the midst of despair are also real.

Then the world is alive and well.

Gu San finally closed his eyes and found a place of peace in this long night. Even Steward Li, who had been struggling for a long time, gradually got tired, lost his voice in the darkness, and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Gu San was woken up by the drizzle that poured on his face in the early morning. She touched the rain on her face, got up from behind the Buddha statue and looked ahead, where Steward Li was still lying asleep. Gu San originally wanted to set off first, and was about to climb out of the lotus seat, but he heard the sound of a bell outside.

The sound of hooves was heard from afar, and the bells rang from far and near.

Gu San hid behind the Buddha statue and looked out of the door, and saw someone riding an old ox along the mountain road outside slowly towards the broken temple. On the back of the ox, the man wore a hat and a coat, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and a long knife wrapped in cloth in his hand. The ox raised its front hooves and stepped into the temple, and the sound of the bell finally woke up Steward Li on the ground.

The man on the back of the ox fell to the ground with a knife in his hand, and stepped forward to pick up the dagger on the ground. Only then did Gu San despise the young man's face with the mask of a Fushou doll, covering his original face.

The man said, "I'm lucky today, this dagger should be worth a lot of money." ”

As soon as he spoke, Gu San, who was curious to see where the situation was going, suddenly froze in place.

The morning drizzle fell from outside the ruined roof tiles and fell on her shoulders, wetting her clothes, and she listened in amazement, and listened to the man's laughter and approached Steward Li again, and reached out to the stone that had hindered his speech.

He seemed to recognize the butler, pulled it out, and pointed a sharp knife at his throat. Steward Li begged for mercy again and again, "Good Samaritan, you let me go!" I was plagued for no reason, and I was tied up here. You loosen the bonds for me, send me back, and then you can choose the gold, silver, and jewelry! You are my life-saving benefactor, and I will treat you as my own father! ”

"Hahahaha, daddy? Why is Steward Li suddenly so pompous, and he still begs for people in a low manner? ”

Steward Li was also a little dumbfounded for a while when he heard his answer, this person knew him, maybe he was not a stranger.

"You...... Do you recognize me? ”

"Steward Li doesn't remember? Hey, you've shot and killed people in front of my door. The man said, little by little, he took off the cute baby-faced mask on his face, revealing a pair of eyes, "Who would have thought that you were flying high and domineering back then, but now you are also a beetle, you can't escape, you can't live?" ”

When Steward Li saw his pair of peach blossom eyes, he panicked and moved on the ground, as if begging to escape, but he had already let Gu San be tied to death, where was there still a place to escape, and the call for someone to approach was not unexpected, and the blade was pressed against his chest.

"Hey, what are you running away for? Am I going to run away from you? ”

Steward Li's voice trembled, "Murong Yuhua, you are going to be a bandit, the officers and soldiers are here to suppress you, and you are all to blame for killing your parents and sisters, you chose the wrong path!" They are the ones you put to death, and I ...... What does it have to do with me? I shoot, that's what the commander meant! ”

Murong Yuhua followed his words, but he still had such a fake smile on his face. Steward Li retreated again and again, but he didn't step forward, just watched him struggle like a worm in the end.

"Don't be angry with me, I kill people and set fires, it's all the commander's will. You can't just count my revenge on my head just because you see me killing! Seeing that he finally had no way to retreat, this old thing turned over, knelt on his knees and kowtowed to him repeatedly, "Give me a way to live, hero, let me go back, don't you want money to be a bandit?" I have money, I work for Commander Li, and I have saved a lot of money. I'll give you all this money. Please, please, my father, my grandfather! As long as you let me go, you will be my ancestor. ”

Murong Yuhua put it away, put on the mask again, and without waiting for Steward Li to kowtow to him again, he untied the white cloth tied to the big knife, and went around behind him to wipe the hair on the back of his neck.

Steward Li was so frightened that he trembled, sobbing profusely, slurring his words and wanting to make a final struggle, "Hero, ancestor, father...... Leave me alone. ”

The man behind him didn't say a word.

The posture he got was very skillful, and his heart to kill was also skillful. This is completely different from Murong Yuhua in another world, he is no longer a rich boy, and he does not have those inappropriate words. Whether it was this silence or the gesture of preparing to swing the knife, the pain left over from his past life could always be seen in him.

At the moment when Murong Yuhua's big knife was about to fall on Steward Li's neck, inside the broken temple, gunshots rang out.

The bullet came from the side, piercing the temples on the left and right sides of Steward Li. Before he finished his last sentence, he leaned forward and fell forward. The blood immediately stained the broken place in front of the Buddha.

Murong Yuhua held the knife and looked vigilantly towards the place where the gunshots came from. A woman, a woman with small feet and a pair of red embroidered shoes, wearing a military uniform that did not fit, walked out from behind the statue with a gun in her hand.

Her hair was unkempt, as if someone else was hinging it with scissors, her face was pale, and her eyes were bright. Her gun was smoking, apparently the Steward Li she had killed.

"Girl?"

The woman put the gun down, looking a little confused.

The first thing she said to Murong Yuhua was, "How do you learn to kill?" ”

These words seem to be familiar. Murong Yuhua was stunned by her question, and then, seeing her approaching without any emotion, he reached out and took off his mask.

Her slightly cool and damp hand just held his face, and then kissed him on the lips without saying a word.