Since Chen Xiaomo left Peach Blossom Town, another three days have passed.

Because he was anxious to tell Lin Shitong and Li Yanhui the news of Shangguan Zhengyi's collusion with the Demon Sect, Chen Xiaomo worked hard along the way, set off at dawn, and only stopped to rest after evening.

Rao is like this, he has just arrived at the border of Daming after flying for three days.

It was noon on the fourth day, and everything on the earth seemed so listless under the warm sun.

Chen Xiaomo, who had been on the road for three days in a row, was already a little exhausted, he looked up at the scorching sun above, and suddenly felt that his mouth was dry.

He looked down again, and saw a village below, with a few houses looming, but no smoke came out of it.

Chen Xiaomo's body was tired, and he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and landed directly in front of those houses.

It seems that the village has not been inhabited for a long time.

The dilapidated houses, the barren roads, and the dense weeds are as dilapidated as the stone villages.

Looking at such a bleak scene, Chen Xiaomo's heart couldn't help but feel sour.

Not far ahead, dozens of mounds of graves lay in the weeds, making it extremely uncomfortable to look at.

These must be the people who died in this village!

Chen Xiaomo didn't think much about it, but he didn't want to stay here for a while longer.

He warmed up and flew into the air again.

He took out his mobile phone and played a song of Dong Zhen to relieve the unhappiness in his heart.

I don't know when he fell in love with this kind of soft and ethereal fairy song. He flies in the air, as light and cheerful as a bird.

Not long after, Chen Xiaomo came to the last town in the west of Dongjun - Laishui Town.

After this town, it is the territory of West County.

Chen Xiaomo walked into the town, wanting to find a hotel to rest, but to his surprise, this Laishui town was also a desolate scene.

The wind was howling, and there was not a trace of life in the bleak streets.

A broken bamboo basket rolled and floated in front of Chen Xiaomo under the wind.

The houses on both sides are locked with their gates, and there is no shadow of half a person in sight.

"Has this town been abandoned?" Chen Xiaomo muttered to himself, "But I heard a commotion just now!"

At this time, Chen Xiaomo found a wild dog on the side of the road, and the wild dog seemed to be hiding in the corner and gnawing something.

Chen Xiaomo dared to take a closer look.

Oh my God! The wild dog was gnawing at the corpse of a dead man!

After the last battle in the village of Si, Chen Xiaomo only had respect for the dead, but he didn't have much fear.

Chen Xiaomo stepped forward and drove the wild dog away, after all, the dead are the greatest.

Looking at the bloody corpse and the pale face, Chen Xiaomo concluded that the man had been dead for about a week.

The healer's instinct forced Chen Xiaomo to lean down and carefully examine the body.

He was amazed to find that this man had not been killed, nor had he been poisoned, but had been starved to death!

Could it be that there is a famine here?

Chen Xiao was puzzled, but out of respect for the deceased, he still gathered his true qi on his hands, dug a big pit a few times, and buried the deceased in it.

May the departed rest in peace!

But Chen Xiaomo found that he had just chased away the wild dog, and after a few turns, he ran to the next corner, where he kept gnawing.

As expected, there was also the body of a dead man lying there!

Chen Xiaomo didn't pay attention to it anymore, he walked straight forward, and found that there were no less than ten corpses lying in the corners on both sides of the street!

Just when Chen Xiaomo was puzzled, there was a sudden cry and moaning in the distance, and the sound sounded creepy!

He didn't hesitate any longer, exerted force under his feet, and immediately rushed forward.

The source of the sound turned out to be an official government.

Inside the yamen, a large number of people were crowded.

Chen Xiaomo took a cursory look, and it is estimated that the people of the whole town have run here!

I saw that these people were all dressed in disheveled hair and ragged clothes, and each of them was holding a dirty and broken bowl in his hand, completely looking like beggars.

On the steps of the yamen, a row of powerful and majestic catchers with weapons in their hands were tightly guarding the gate of the official mansion.

Otherwise, these long-standing grievances would have rushed into the yamen.

The people crowded forward, but they didn't notice that there was a cleanly dressed man behind them.

Just in front of Chen Xiaomo, an unkempt woman was holding a little boy.

The little boy looked about five or six years old, but he was yellow and thin, and he looked obviously malnourished.

Seeing this, Chen Xiaomo couldn't help but think of an article he learned in elementary school.

"Mother, I'm hungry!" cried the little boy clutching his stomach, as if he was about to cry when he looked at his aggrieved face.

The woman caressed the little boy's face and said softly, "Bao'er doesn't cry, she will be able to receive the porridge soon." ”

"Mother, I don't want to drink porridge, I want to eat steamed buns!" the little boy cried incessantly, but it seemed dull in the burst of moaning.

"Bao'er, when Dad comes back, we can eat steamed buns!"

"When will Daddy come back?" I miss him so much!" the childish voice sounded again.

The woman's expression darkened, and she choked up and said, "Your father went to find you something to eat." Dad said, when he comes back, he will bring you many, many delicious foods, including steamed buns, roast chicken, ......."

Chen Xiaomo captured this detail, and the sad look in the woman's eyes couldn't be concealed no matter what.

Fear her man has died in this great famine, and the little boy is still innocently waiting for his father's return!

At this time, a headhunter-looking man appeared. I saw him standing at the door of the yamen and shouting, "Come, come, eat, eat!"

The catcher yawned, looking very sleepy.

Then, with a wave of his hand, several catchers came out carrying a large wooden barrel.

The size of the wooden barrel really surprised Chen Xiaomo, but there are many refugees here, and if everyone goes to receive porridge, each person can only get one bowl at most.

As soon as the barrel hit the ground, the people rushed forward, fearing that they would not get a piece of the pie.

Of course, as Chen Xiaomo estimated, each person only got a bowl of porridge.

To Chen Xiaomo's surprise, some people drank the porridge in one gulp. They were clamoring for more, but it attracted a burst of shouting and scolding from the catchers.

"Uncle, reward me with a steamed bun, my child is dying of hunger!" another woman begged with a three- or four-year-old child in her arms.

The catcher only glanced at her, and then said impatiently: "Do you want to eat steamed buns?

The catch was quick to eat, and then sighed again: "It's a pity, if you look a little more beautiful, I will accept you as my sixth aunt." Hahahaha!"

The woman knew that begging was fruitless, so she left with the child in her arms.

Chen Xiaomo followed at the back of the team and moved towards the porridge bucket step by step. The Gentleman Juyi Hall Honghuang Divine Sword

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