After leaving Qingshan Peak, Mu Ziyun and Huzi walked for two days, only stopping on the way to look at the gate of Fanjin City, and did not enter.

The atmosphere in Huzhou is the best foreshadowing of the storm, even in the more remote mountain villages along the way, people are panicked, merchants no longer sell rice and grain, every household is hoarded with goods, and there is no market to see for more than ten miles.

Most of the people gather into a family, eat a big pot of rice to save some firewood, and some families are led by the old elders, migrating to the area of the girl's mountain, the girl's mountain is the area of the dust gate, the dust gate has always had few disputes, although it has not been established for a long time, but it is extremely protective of the people in the domain, hundreds of thousands of people died in the battle of the sect, not to mention one hundred thousand, who will care about his village life if it really fights.

There were only a few people on the road who could see them, and they hurriedly lowered their heads and hurried away, Mu Ziyun stopped an old woman with a yellow headscarf carrying a basket, "Old man, the kid asks you something." ”

"Ask what?" The old woman was on one side, protecting the basket back, her wrinkled face wrapped in a turban, and her eyes were full of vigilance.

"Well, may I ask where the shops are still open, and my brother and I will go to buy some food, and we have to hurry at night."

"You guys are 'walking'? The old woman looked at the two of them, dressed ordinarily, with ash on her face, looking tired, and really "walking".

The old woman's mouth has the meaning of running away, which mostly refers to the situation of having to run away when she encounters something difficult. Mu Ziyun knew that the old woman was wary, so he put his hand in his sleeve, trembled, and said in a voice with dialect implications: "Walking, it's not walking!" I went the wrong way with my brother, I left the team, and I couldn't find my husband. “

When the old woman heard Mu Ziyun say this, her attitude improved a lot, she lifted the gray cloth covering the basket, took out two baked cakes, handed them to Mu Ziyun and Huzi and said: "The shops in our village are all closed, you go to the butcher's house in the southeast corner, their family sells grain, but it is very expensive, if you two boys can endure some hardship, go to the low mountainside in front to dig some soil, scrape the skin and roast it with a fire to eat, there are not many digs in the village, they are all reserved for the "walking" people. “

The old woman then turned around, pointed to the side and said: "You go up along the path behind the house, and when you see the house with a banner on the door, go to the left, his family has just died, and it is easy to recognize, and then you can walk out of the village, hurry up, you two boys, don't be stunned, catch up with your husband as soon as possible, and if you can't find it, you will have to do something..."

Huzi chewed the baked cake in his mouth and sent the old woman away. The two did not go to the mountains to dig up, but went to the southeast butcher's house to buy dry food, the most ordinary kind of bread, which was actually more expensive than medicine, and the two were not rich, so they each bought half a bag, and they would be able to go out of the village along the trail in a few days.

The road in the col was very difficult to walk, the soil under my feet was very damp, and my trousers were wet.

"Ah.....h "Woo woo....." "The master...."

At first, it was still small, but as the two of them went deeper, the shouts became louder and louder, and the child's crying could be faintly heard. Huzi stood on tiptoe and couldn't see anything, and said to Mu Ziyun: "Could it be a bandit?" Robbing the passerby's house? “

Mu Ziyun nodded and didn't speak, and walked to the side, intending to bypass the past. Huzi followed, a little apprehensive in his heart, and said after thinking for a long time: "Help, maybe it's a poor family, maybe the thief is a murderer." Mu Ziyun was silent and lowered his head to climb the mountain. Huzi's voice was a little anxious: "There are still children!" Let's cover our faces, and we'll leave when we help..."

Mu Ziyun then walked five or six steps before stopping, looking back, Huzi was gone, it turned out that he ran over to save people, Mu Ziyun couldn't make any expression on his face, and he couldn't say why he was so cold-hearted and had children! Help, thought, and ran to the source of the sound.

After a while, I saw Huzi hiding behind a big tree, at a loss.

"How?" Mu Ziyun asked.

Huzi smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know who to help." ”

Mu Ziyun approached and took a closer look, it turned out that it was not a thief, but two groups of walking people who fought together, there were women and children on both sides, there were no warriors, all men were holding mallets, or holding hoes, there were a lot of blood on their heads, and there were fires in many places.

"What can I do, can I help or not?" Huzi scratched his head and said, "I weighed it, this group of people walking in the east, there are few men, and they obviously can't beat it, let's help the people in the east, and don't kill people, just let them stop." ”

"Stop, and then, as soon as we leave, they'll fight again," Mu Ziyun said, extinguishing the fire on the burning ox carts and haystacks. "Don't worry about it, the people in the west also have families, and there are also old people and children to support, whoever dies and lives is the destiny of heaven, don't bother them."

Huzi sighed, glanced at those people with pity, and silently bypassed the road.

"Do you believe in fate? I remember that you were most dissatisfied with your father and mother worshipping ghosts and gods, saying that it was a mess and would only deceive people. ”

"It's different from that, I believe in life or something, for example, some people are born lonely, and they are lonely in life and lonely in death, but some people are born with deep sins, and those who meet him will not die well..."

"Heh" Huzi smiled: "Nonsense, how can there be that kind of person, if that's the case, who will meet him, it's too late to avoid him." “

"Well, how can this kind of person be born in the world, it's really damned, but unfortunately, there is injustice in heaven."

There was a noise in the woods, and three or four men came out, the older about forty-five or sixteen, the other twenty-seven or eighteen, and the younger, twelve or thirteen years old.

The older man had an earth-colored cotton felt hat buttoned on his head, his sleeves were torn in a few places to reveal the cotton wool inside, he held a handful of fruit in his hand, did not peel the skin, squeezed it between his fingers, turned it out with water and meat, and sucked it into his mouth with yellow teeth, looking very thirst-quenching.

Three young boys stood in a row behind the older ones with their sleeves on, and the older man stomped his steps very politely, and said to Mu Ziyun and Huzi while eating the fruit: "From the south?" “

"Yes," Huzi smiled, "I walked, I got lost with my husband, and I was looking for it." “

The man nodded his head, took out a handful of fruit from his pocket, handed it to Huzi, and said, "We also walk, and we also come from the south." Huzi was not polite, but took three or four fruits in one gulp, and was chewing them, when the man continued, "Brother, take something."

Huzi's mouth was full, and he looked at the man and sighed.

"En" The man looked into the distance, "Take something, a few of us have come to the end, there is nothing to eat, you take some money, it's better than it...."

Huzi was still a little stunned, and Mu Ziyun stood next to him without saying a word.

"Oh...," Huzi swallowed a few bites, "You... You guys.... Robbery. "Yes" The man behaved very politely, and seemed to be really naturally chattering.

The young boys, including the twelve or thirteen-year-old, had their mallets in their hands, and one of them had a knife in his hand.

"Take some, brother" The man patted Huzi on the shoulder, "Huo... Such a big piece, hehe, take some, it's not easy, let's be happy, don't bother, you say okay. The man stretched, and with a flick of his right hand he revealed the dagger pinned to his belt.

Huzi was a little flustered, with flesh in his mouth, and he didn't know how to answer. At this time, Mu Ziyun moved, raised a hand, and the men who robbed the road also saw it.

Mu Ziyun's arm was lightly raised, his index finger was slightly raised, and he fell down lightly, and suddenly a small red bead swished into the ground, and the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy let out a strange sigh.

Then a bead burst out of the ground under the older man's feet, and went in under him, and then out of the top of his head, crackling, crackling, jumping into one man's ear, coming out under his armpit, into a third man's waist, and then out of the soles of his feet, into the ground, and finally out of the boy's mouth.

Back to the beads of fire on his fingers, faintly bubbling with fire, not stained with a trace of blood. Although the four men were dead, their posture was still the same, and after a while they fell.

After a few pops, Huzi squirted out the fruit with one mouth, "Hey! You guy, just teach a lesson, kill someone! ”

The breeze blew people coldly, Mu Ziyun had no expression, pinched and played with the fire beads and said calmly: "Didn't you say it, whoever meets a sinner will not die well, these people will die when they die, it is their fate to meet us, let's go, we still have to hurry." “

"You guy!" Huzi looked at the four corpses on the ground again, sighed with a little resentment, followed Mu Ziyun, and said as he walked: "If you do this again, I will beat you!" I swear! ”