Ling Shang was on Yingxiao's back, and he could only barely support himself along the way without falling off the horse.

Yingxiao's pace is not as vigorous as before, but it is much faster than that of a normal horse.

When his consciousness wandered, Ling Shang turned from depression to anger, and from anger to sadness.

And throughout, the undertone of these emotions is pain.

For several days, because of the sudden appearance of Ye Mu Ginseng, he was always distracted when solving puzzles.

And with the disappearance of Yan Huan and the sense of oppression brought about by Liu Shengming's intervention, he felt more and more frustrated.

From the moment he saw Ying Xiao that day, he was completely controlled by anger.

Jiang Qingyun's bad behavior made him angry, and his unbelievable worry about Ye Mushen made him even more angry.

He originally wanted to plant some torturous poisonous Gu on Jiang Qingyun's body, but in order to avoid Liu Shengming's ears and eyes, he had to stop.

The feeling of not being able to do what you want is really terrible.

Later, the boundless sorrow finally annihilated him.

He once left a strand of gray hair that he loved on the red maple tree, vowing to forget a person.

But at the moment when he heard the silent scream, he found that he still couldn't do it......

Ling Shang finally passed out completely, his body jolting on the horse's back.

Ying Xiao sensed his coma, and slowed down slightly, and ran towards the east of Yan'an City with a steady pace.

After another stick of incense, Ling Shang's soaked back was burned dry under the scorching sun, and his consciousness returned from the boundary of the void to the present moment filled with the breath of midsummer.

The narrow and potholed road is flanked by verdant trees and golden wheat fields.

It was clearly the most prosperous time of the year, but now the city was shrouded in the haze of death.

Ling Shang had long been accustomed to death, but that didn't mean that he really didn't understand the preciousness of life.

On the contrary, perhaps no one knows better than him......

Otherwise, he would still be just a puppet of Yanagi now, and he would not have done everything to break with him years ago.

However, even if Ling Shang sincerely respects life, it does not mean that he has a heart to help the world.

As long as he doesn't care about human life, then he is at peace with himself.

As for the so-called multitude of sentient beings...... Whether or not they died because of his refusal to help, he didn't care.

Ling Shang felt that the pain in his body had eased a lot, and he took another heart-nourishing pill to close his eyes and recuperate his heart.

Opening his eyes again, his calm gaze fell on Ying Xiao's shoulder.

Under the thin, thin fur, blood rushes.

Suddenly, Ling Shang seemed to see a broken string in the depths of his soul soaked in bright red, and then it slowly healed......

A faint smile finally appeared on his pale face - he sensed that the guy was still alive.

He whispered to himself: What a fool, leaving his wife, who was six months pregnant, and coming all the way to this city of right and wrong, not only lost his mount, but also almost died in a foreign land......

Before the smile could fully bloom, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and his eyes became cold and fierce.

……

Toki-cho.

When it was dark, several officials moved the porridge bucket and bowls to the long table at the door, and shouted, "Those who can still walk, come and get the porridge!" ”

The officials were also helpless.

The people in Tsunegi are all people who are about to die.

If they had died sooner, the errands of the officials would have been easier.

Asking them to bring porridge to those people one by one does not make any sense except to prolong their time on the brink of despair.

— and may even endanger your own life.

Only a true saint, and a complete fool, would risk his life to do a thankless task.