"What people!"

Chang Ling tilted his ears slightly, and heard a squirting sound in the strange silence, and in the blink of an eye, he flew over, raising his sword to point at the source of the sound.

"Changling, stop!" Jingmo saw that Chang Ling was pointing at a sixty-year-old woman with his sword, who was lying on the edge of a sewage ditch, slowly and laboriously scooping water up from the sewage ditch, pouring it into the weeds in his hand, straining it roughly, and hurriedly took a big gulp with a bowl and drank it.

Isha hurriedly rushed over, pushed Changling away, struggled to pick up the old woman next to the sewage ditch, and asked as if she were in tears: "Grandma Suma!" Why are you drinking water from the sinkhole again! It's so dirty that you'll get sick from drinking! ”

"It's Isa back." As soon as the old woman saw Isa, her face was folded and she smiled kindly, stood up tremblingly, rubbed Isa's ruddy and cute little face a few times, and said a little crampedly, "Alas, it's better to be sick than to die, right?" My old woman has long said that people who are half cut into the ground, so they can only make do with one day at a time, who let us have such a profit-absorbed leader? Ah, Isa, look at me, old fool, how can I chew the root of your sister's tongue in front of you......"

"Granny Suma, it's okay, you're not wrong." Isha slowly threw aside the black and muddy dirty water in the old woman's hand, gritted her teeth, "It's all because I can't steal the water, the guard of the well tower has become stricter and stricter this month......"

"My silly Isa," Granny Suma took Isha in her arms and patted her thin back lovingly, "How much life-saving water have you secretly carried to the clansmen in the town in the past two years, if it weren't for you, we would have been dying of thirst hundreds of times......"

The old woman wanted to continue, but her throat seemed to be smoking, and she pursed her chapped lips with a dry mouth, but to no avail, she smiled kindly at Isha as a sign of comfort.

Jingmo hurriedly took out a water bag from the blanket and handed it to the old woman, the old woman's eyes lit up when she saw the clean and clear water, and she didn't even have time to say thank her, she raised her head and drank it all as if a person who was terminally ill with poison in her body suddenly got an antidote.

"Mother-in-law, you should slow down, your body is easy to overwhelm if you drink too quickly." Jingmo reminded rather worriedly.

As soon as the words fell, Jingmo suddenly heard the doors of the houses on both sides of the town suddenly "crackle" and suddenly opened, and a cluster of black shadows broke out of the door in unison, and before Jingmo and the others had time to react, they saw a hundred and ten pairs of skinny hands suddenly emerging in the field of vision, and they were desperately stretching out to the blanket that Jingmo was carrying on his shoulders.

Chang Ling turned over one step at a time, blocked in front of Jing Mo, and pushed out with a palm, and the black shadows that surrounded him were suddenly knocked to the ground by the earthquake and collapsed. Chang Ling pulled out his sword from behind his back with a "bang", protecting Jingmo and the thirteen paintings behind him.

Isha helped Suma and hurriedly stopped: "Stop! These people are already seriously short of water, how can they withstand your deep internal strength! ”

Jing Mo looked closely, and her chest couldn't help but surge, and she swallowed it hard. She saw that the men who were slumped to the ground, if she could make out that they were indeed living people, were wrinkled and shriveled from head to toe from excessive dehydration, and emitted a disgusting stench of decay, like a walking corpse. She followed the hungry and chaotic gazes of these people to the water bag in Granny Suma's hand, and then she realized that the reason why they rushed up to her just now was because she thought she had more water in her hand.

"Changling, put away your sword and help him." Jingmo handed the unconscious painting thirteen to Changling's shoulder, and walked slowly towards Isha and the crowd behind her.

The villagers staggered to their feet with each other's arms, and Isha hurriedly took out a bag of fruits from her arms and distributed them to them, and said to everyone apologetically: "Isha is sorry everyone, I haven't stolen much water this month, and there are not many fruits in Leigongxia......

After giving the rest of the water to a few people who were thirsty for land, Suma stood back beside Isha in a slumber manner: "We are all people with a conscience, and we must know how much Isha has done for us. Let's boil it up a little longer, and it will be the end of the month, and the water sent by the chief's mansion will also arrive. ”

"Granny Suma, we don't blame Isa. But you see, we haven't been wetting a drop of water for six or seven days, how can we survive until the end of the month! Not to mention the old people and children who have lost too much water and passed out in the house......" An unkempt woman in the crowd cried with snot and tears.

"Where does the water come from at the end of the month?" The more Jingmo listened, the more puzzled he became.

Granny Suma sighed deeply and said, "Since that woman became the leader, all water sources have been blocked. It is only at the end of each month that some water is distributed to the villagers, and although they know at a glance that they will not survive for a few days, it is better than nothing. The water is in their hands, what can we do? Alas......"

Jing Mo looked at these living beings struggling to survive, and asked unevenly, "What is the leader doing with so much water?" Didn't you think about resisting the water? ”

A slightly more sturdy middle-aged man among the villagers shouted hopelessly with deep-set eyes, "What to do? That femme fatale woman fell into the eyes of money, who cares if we live or die! Revolt? Look at us, the old, the weak, the sick, the sick, the crippled! ”

He wailed and complained as he lifted his arm and pounded the empty leg of his left leg. Jing Mo remembered that when this person came out to grab water, he actually limped and rushed to the first one, it seems that this group of people has been extremely oppressed, so they will be in such a hurry.

The man continued with a pale face and a desperate rage: "The woman used water as bait and recruited many lackeys, and those who were strong enough to suppress the people had plenty of water to use every day. The rest of us can't even get out even if we have more water. I think I lost a leg while digging that well, and now I'm dying of thirst! After speaking, he let out a few weak wry smiles.

Jingmo's eyebrows deepened and deepened, and she looked at Isha with a sad face: "Did you bring me here just for them?" ”

Isha nodded. Jingmo took a deep breath: "Isha, if they are sick, I will definitely do my best and do my best to treat the patient." But what they need now is not a pharmacist to cure the sick, but a lot of life-saving water. ”

"It's really not them who need to be treated..."Isha glanced at the villagers, staring at Jingmo's eyes with flickering eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, she bit her lip and said, "It's my brother-in-law...... He...... Since he had a serious illness, he was unconscious, and his sister took over the position of the leader of his brother-in-law, and it was from that time that she became unrecognizable and ruthless. I think that if Sister Pharmacist can save her brother-in-law, the whole town will have water to drink......

"Your sister can change back to her old self - that's what you want, isn't it?" Jingmo looked at Isha with soft eyes and nodded silently, she sighed softly, and glanced back at Painting Thirteen, after such a toss, about an hour has passed, and Painting Thirteen's condition is imminent.

"Isha, I promised you to save your brother-in-law, but not now. Can you help me find a quiet and warm place to stay? "Jingmo's pair of autumn pupils are sincere and moving.

Isha glanced at Suma Mother-in-law, the two nodded, and walked to her mother-in-law's house with Jingmo and the three of them. After arriving, Jingmo and Changling hurriedly put the painting thirteen lightly on the couch, first Haosheng helped him smooth out, and then, she touched his forehead, neck, and palm, and found that he was still extremely hot, and the whole person was like a hot potato that had been roasted. Jingmo's eyebrows furrowed, and she turned around and said, "Help me find a dagger and a clean bowl." ”

Isha took out a sharp knife from her sleeve, and her mother-in-law hurriedly went out to get a clean bowl and handed it to Jingmo. Jingmo confessed: "You wait for me outside the house first, and after half an hour, if I haven't come out yet, I'm going to trouble you to come into the house and pinch my people." ”

"Huh?" Chang Ling and Isha asked in surprise, "What does this mean?" What are you doing? ”

Jing Mo clenched the dagger in her hand, gently rubbed the forehead of the thirteenth with her bare hands, her calm and quiet eyes fell on the dancing candle flame, shining, she said faintly: "You go out first, I will definitely save him." ”

Chang Ling frowned and froze in place, Isha gently tugged at his sleeve: "Let's go, I believe in Sister Pharmacist." ”

Chang Ling gritted his teeth with a bitter face, and said with a deep bow: "Thirteen sister-in-law, he will ask you for thirteen young people, he must not die...... And also... You can't be okay either... Thirteen less he... He loves you so much......"

Jingmo's heart "boomed", she stared deeply at the sleeping painting thirteen, looked at his wounds, and said, "I know." ”

After Changling followed Isha and her mother-in-law out, Jingmo slipped the knife on the flames, wiped it clean, and cut it down with a "hiss" knife on her palm, she couldn't help but gasp as she watched the surging blood flow down uncontrollably, but then a gentle and gentle smile appeared on her face.

She took the bowl, raised her palms, and let the gushing blood fill the pond like a spring, and she sat at the spring and waited for the coldness to sweep over her body, for she only saw that where the spring flowed, his brows and eyes were smiling unharmed. The blood has filled most of the bowl, Jingmo felt dizzy, she staggered to the table and sat down, looking at the sleeping face of the thirteen breaths, she suddenly curled up her palms, clutched her wounds, the pain was so painful that she couldn't help but grit her teeth and let out a soft "hiss" sound, the red blood from the lines of her palms squeezed and seeped out little by little, gradually, a whole bowl was full, and she smiled weakly.

She struggled to sit up a little, and carefully fed the bowl of cold, ice-cold blood into his mouth little by little, and she felt that his pale face gradually returned to a meager blood, and the hot heat of his body had subsided a little. As she fed him the last mouthful of blood from the bowl, she felt her head buzz, and her eyes went black, and she collapsed on Thirteen's chest.