When Feng Shan found Yang Liu, Yang Liu had just gotten up from the woman's kang. Yang Liu's body was fluttering, and he was standing by the wall outside the courtyard to pee in the snow. He saw Feng Shan coming from a distance, and he couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't expect Feng Shan to recover so quickly.

The last time Feng Shan lost an arm, it was he who saw Feng Shan chop off his arm with an axe, and the severed arm was taken away by a wild dog. Yang Liu thought at that time that Feng Shan had been hit hard this time, and he would not be able to recover in a year and a half. To his surprise, Feng Shan miraculously appeared in front of him again. He stared at Feng Shan at a loss as he approached him little by little, and an ominous premonition enveloped Yang Liu's heart.

A life-and-death gamble inevitably happened. It was still the same hut, and Feng Shan and Yang Liu sat together again. Feng Shan knew that he had no way out, he couldn't bet on the rest of his hand, if he lost again, although he could save his life, he couldn't gamble anymore. Feng Shan didn't want such an ending, he would rather be a broken jade than a complete tile. Feng Shan staked his life. If he loses, he will cut an ice hole in the Great West River and jump into it.

Yang Liu had no choice but to stake all the family property and women. Yang Liu originally thought that he would have a stable year, according to his thoughts, Feng Shan would not have come to the door anyway before the year, but Feng Shan found him a year ago.

Yang Liu, who had no way out, could only fight to the death, he had long expected such a day, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. The sooner Feng Shan was settled, he would be at ease one day earlier, otherwise he would never have peace. Yang Liu could only make a heart. In the last gamble, he wanted to put Feng Shan to death, and saw Feng Shan jump into the ice cave of the Xida River.

Under the dim oil lamp, the two of them set up a formation.

Wen Zhu's heart had never been so uneasy, since Feng Shan left the house, she didn't stand or sit. She didn't know what to do. One moment she would stand outside the window, another in the door.

Feng Shan is gone, and he doesn't know if he can come back safely. When Feng Shan left, he followed Feng Shan to the door. She kept watching Feng Shan walk away, Feng Shan walked a way, turned her head once, and she saw Feng Shan smile at her once. At that moment, she almost burst into tears, and a very tragic emotion instantly spread throughout her body. She saw Feng Shan go away a little bit.

Wen Zhu, who had no way out, tied all his hopes to Feng Shan. When her father lost to Yang Liu, and Yang Liu lost to Feng Shan, she thought of death, and only death could free herself. When Feng Shan completely won her and gave her back her freedom, the thought of death slowly faded in her heart. When Feng Shan lost an arm. Her heart moved, and the indescribable longing in her heart burned, she believed in Feng Shan, and believed in every word he said. Wen Zhu was now tormented by an invisible and intangible prayer.

Two days passed, three days passed. Feng Shan has not yet returned. Wen Zhu knelt on the ground, worshiped the West and worshiped the East, she didn't know which way the gods could bless Feng Shan. Wen Zhu's legs were numb from kneeling, she still didn't want to get up, and the taste of standing up was even more uncomfortable than kneeling. So she knelt for so long, kneeling in the north and then kneeling in the south.

Five days have passed, seven days have passed.

Feng Shan still didn't come back. Wen Zhu was still brittle on the ground, her legs were numb at first, and then she lost consciousness. She knelt willingly and died.

Ten days passed.

Feng Shan still hasn't returned.

Wen Zhu's knees were bleeding, and she believed that one day, she would wait for Feng Shan.

Outside the window was a howling wind, and the snow fell and fell again, and all around was a white expanse, and the heavens and the earth were in chaos.

Wen Zhu knelt on the ground, looking at the chaotic everything outside the door, and his heart was boundless.

On the fifteenth day, it was almost noon, and Wen Zhu first saw a small black dot between heaven and earth, and the black dot was getting closer and bigger. She stood up slowly, and she finally saw that one of the man's empty sleeves was fluttering in the wind, and she called out in her heart: Feng Shan. She suddenly held on to the door frame, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Feng Shan finally approached, and Feng Shan also saw her. Feng Shan grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh, he stood in the room and looked up and said: I won, I will never gamble again.

After speaking, he fell headlong on the kang.