PS: Thank you book friend I was a madman for the reward, thank you, compass thank you. Also, please forgive yesterday's interruption, because these five chapters are too tiring to write, especially 'Chapter 71 Silence and Madness' and 'Chapter 72 Bread and Campfire', one is a summary of the battle, and the other is a summary of the plot of the paragraph. To be honest, after the seventy-one chapters were written, I didn't know how to write the seventy-second chapter, and the facts proved that the handling of the first draft was too hasty, so I overturned and rewrote it, so I have the 'Chapter 72 Bread and Campfire' that you see now, which should be the finished draft that I currently think is appropriate and worthy of the completion of the plot. I apologize, sincerely apologize, but, many times, when readers read the online article, it is very little or impossible to reread it a second time. So, I want you to know what I'm going to write about, I'm afraid it's only once, the chapters have been sent, they have been sent, and then I have turned back, and no one has turned back with me, so I hope that each chapter can be what I want to express. Again, I'm sorry for the break, and I'm sorry, everyone.

It was a straight path that cut through the jungle, stretching forward in a dark haze with no end in sight. It was dark all around, the sun had set, and a thick night enveloped the land. A ragged traveler approached the road, wearing a tattered coat that seemed to have dried up with blood, a long sword strapped around his waist, and a slow and cautious pace.

Zar didn't know what this place was, or even where he was going, or even where he was going. He didn't wear his usual hooded cloak and didn't carry his bags. He didn't have a silver table on him, or rather, he didn't even have a wallet for it. He was just a man, and the only thing he had was a pair of feet that he walked subconsciously.

There were no stars in the dark sky, and there was no moonlight. Hunger and exhaustion tormented his body. The chill that soaked through the skin was like a sharp knife, scraping every inch of bone over and over again. Zar wrapped his coat tightly, and if possible, he hoped that someone would give him a piece of bread and lend him a corner of the campfire to get up and keep warm. Survive this difficult night.

So, when Zar saw the flickering fire in the woods, he left the road and walked in the direction of the fire. Soon, he saw a simple caravan among the branches of the trees, and the horses were munching on the grass in the cloth sacks on the ground, and under the canvas lifted by the caravan were plump pumpkins and fresh vegetables.

But it was the one who caught Zal's attention the most. It was still the same small pot of stew hanging from the fire, the thick gravy mixed with the large pieces of potatoes, accompanied by strings of gurgling sounds, and the smell was fragrant enough to make people faint from afar.

Zar swallowed hard and walked over to the two figures sitting next to the fire. "Hello," he said, slowing down his voice as much as he could, so that he didn't look like the thug who came with the night. "Sorry, I hope I don't take too much ......"

Didn't wait for him to finish. The two figures looked up and looked over. A middle-aged man with a boy, judging by their appearance, they should be father and son. "Who are you?" the man asked warily, standing up and pulling the boy by his feet. Blocked behind himself. "What are you going to do?" he frowned at Zal.

"Traveler, an ordinary traveler. Zar bowed, signaled that he had taken a half-step back without malice, and spread his palms. "I'm sorry, but could you give me a small piece of bread. Or a small spoonful of broth, and lend me a corner of the campfire and take a break?......"

The boy quietly poked out half of his head from behind the man, with soft light brown hair and bright eyes looking at Zal, but he was quickly pulled back by his father. "I'm sorry, your appearance really disturbs us," the man shook his head and refused, "Please leave our camp at once...... and then stopped talking, just staring at Zhal.

"Okay, I beg your pardon. Zar pressed his hands in understanding, and left their camp backwards.

Continuing on, it wasn't long before Zar saw the light of another campfire in the woods. He plucked up his courage and leaned in. "I'm sorry, can you give me a small piece of bread, and lend me a corner of the campfire to rest for a while?......"

This time, around the campfire were four young men. They looked weather-beaten, each of them had shabby armor, and even the few horses tied to them were covered in mud and looked listless. But to Zal's surprise, they were talking and laughing loudly, and when they talked about excitement, they were still pushing and shoving, and there was no frustration on their faces, even in this cold night.

They heard Zhal's voice and turned their heads together to look at them, they were young. "Sorry I didn't hear you clearly, ...... you," said one of the young men, a very loud voice with short flaxen hair, and looking very energetic. He was only halfway through his sentence before he looked at the others, but his companion quickly shook his head, indicating that he was also not paying attention.

Zar smiled gently. "I mean, if you may, may you give me a small piece of bread and lend me a corner of the campfire for a little rest?" he repeated.

They were stunned for a moment, and the young man who had just spoken had a look of embarrassment on his face. "I'm sorry, friend, I'm afraid we won't be able to give you any comfort......" he said, spreading a small bag around the campfire, "that's all the food for the four of us." "There were a few hard brown crusts in the pocket, a few slices of cheese, and some crumbs, presumably from the finished biscuits.

Looking at this little thing, even Zal shook his head with a wry smile. That's too little, especially for four able-bodied young men. But before he could speak, he heard the other man continue: "And the bonfire, I'm afraid it won't work, because we have to travel tomorrow, so we will soon have to rest," he stopped, "for this reason, we ......"

There was an apologetic look on his face, but Zal immediately understood what the other man meant—we didn't want to be too much energy involved in the presence of a stranger, especially at night.

So, Zal took over. "Understood, gentlemen. I beg your pardon for the interruption, and have a pleasant trip!" he said, retreating into the shadows of the woods again. In fact, he couldn't have spent the long night on a campfire, he was already hungry. Or rather, getting hungrier.

Walking aimlessly through the woods, until he found the third bonfire, Zar had forgotten how long he had walked.

Two young men and women sat by the campfire in the clearing, their richly clean clothes, the silver threads embedded in the piping and the gold seams on the collar cuffs shining brightly in the flickering firelight. At this time, the girl was twisting a red berry and sending it to the boy's mouth, with a shallow smile on their faces. The eyes that looked at each other were overflowing with the taste of happiness and sweetness.

Zal watched and paused slightly, he very much didn't want to disturb the perfect lovers. Look at them, perfect as fairy tale princes and princesses, especially the girl, with their slightly fluttering eyelashes and amber eyes. The tip of the nose is delicate, and the fair skin is coated with a soft light...... The Lord God is above. Even the gods of the heavens would marvel at her beauty.

But there was no other way for Zal to open his mouth hesitantly, for he was already extremely weak. "Hello, please forgive me for being abrupt......" he paused to try to be polite, "may you give me a small piece of bread?" Lend me a corner of the campfire and take a break? I mean, just a little bit......"

After saying that, Zal kept his smile and politeness, waiting for a reply. But. He was answered only by a silent silence, and a seemingly infinitely prolonged wait—the lovers did not get up, did not speak, did not even notice the presence of Zal, they were still looking at each other, with nothing but room for each other.

Zar stiffened upright, the initial embarrassment turning into a hint of annoyance, and finally, cooling down and extinguishing into smoke-emitting ashes. As when he came, Zal nodded to himself, backed back, and finally turned and walked into the darkness of the forest.

With the warmth of the campfire just now, or before the last bit of warmth dissipated, Zar wrapped his coat tightly and dragged his tired and hungry body back to the path in the woods.

He walked forward with difficulty, looking even more awkward than before. His hair was covered with mud and had long since lost its original luster, and his face was covered with beads of sweat overflowing from weakness, and the thin short coat could not even withstand the cold wind of the night. He gasped and snorted, sounding like an old bellows, but he was still walking, step by step, and couldn't even remember what it was for.

After some time, a little light from the side of the road jumped into Zal's eyes again, it was a small camp, and the smell of roasted meat wafted in the distance. Later, Zal noticed that their owners seemed to be the same as themselves, just alone, sitting there quietly.

But at this time, after all kinds of polite, blunt, and even silent rejections, Zal had no hope in his heart. He didn't stop, just lowered his head a little and walked past the camp on the side of the road.

Just as he was about to leave the campfire behind him, a deep voice came from behind. "A lonely traveler should not travel quietly in the dark......"

Zal stopped, but didn't look back. "Yes, but I have nothing," he said with a wry smile, "I have no blankets, no coins, and, no one will give me a loaf of bread or a corner of the campfire to rest on tonight." ”

The figure nodded. "Come here, if you don't mind. He beckoned.

Zar turned around in some surprise and looked at the man in the distance who was intertwined with fire and shadow, and he saluted solemnly. "Thank you, dear sir," he honestly spread his palms, "but I have nothing to give you......"

The figure looked at Zal through the darkness under the hood, and didn't speak, just shook his head noncommittally. After thanking him again, Zal walked back and sat down across from the man.

"Would you like a drink?" the figure picked up a water bag and shook it twice, making a seductive rattle inside, "How about a glass of wine?" As he spoke, he handed it over.

"Your 'sorry' has made me embarrassed, sir. Zar thanked and took the water bag, "A sip of wine is far more than I would have liked, and that's enough." As he spoke, he unscrewed the soft plug and took a sip of the water bag in his tow. The smooth and delicate liquid poured into his already dry throat, down his chest, sweet, exuding a wonderful fragrance, as if it warmed his heart all at once.

Zar always knows how much is enough, especially when it comes to the enthusiasm of others. He unscrewed the soft plug and gave it back to the other party, raising the back of his hand to wipe the wine juice from the corner of his mouth. "Thank you again, sir, you know, my luck has been terrible tonight," he said, sighing in frustration, looking at the little fire between them, and asked with some curiosity, "why did you make the campfire so small?"

The figure chuckled softly and placed a piece of wood on the fire. "Because we're not very popular......," he said, drawing the dagger from his waist and poking twice at the large piece of roast meat beside the fire, testing the color.

"We?" asked Zal.

"Well, we're ......," replied the other simply, as if pleased with the heat of the barbecue, and cut a large slice of juicy meat from the top and handed it to Zhar.

Such a move was already a bit too much for Zal, in fact, he was just a hungry, lonely, penniless traveler, especially this night, he had already experienced too many rejections.

"Thank you, sir......" Zar took the slice of meat in his hand, trying to calm his emotions as much as possible, even as a "beggar", he wanted to keep his pride. "You can't imagine what your generosity means to me......" he said, his voice and the tearing of the slices of meat suddenly stopped.

Because on the arm of the other party's outstretched hooded cloak, he saw a very familiar symbol, which was an "E" in Shujuan, reflecting a fire light on the skin, reflecting an incomparably delicate black luster. At the same time, he saw a deep, transparent red on the back of his hand that had just wiped the corners of his mouth.

The next moment, Zal's figure slammed backwards from its seat, clutching the long sword at his waist and staring at the figure sitting on the other side of the campfire. "Who the hell are you?!Why are you here?!Why are you helping me!"

The figure didn't move, still sitting there, just slowly raising its head and meeting Zal's gaze with the darkness under the hood. "Because I'm the only one who can help you......" His voice sounded a little emotional, and then he grabbed the brim of the hood with both hands in front of Zal and slowly faded back.

In an instant, Zal was shocked on the spot, as if the heat in his whole body had been dissipated in an instant, and a pair of eyes were opened to the maximum, trembling, full of incredible horror!

In the darkness that dissipated under the hood, he saw the long hazel hair, the mature and confident face, and he, saw himself, the exact same himself, sitting there! The only difference was that the incomparably familiar gray-blue pupils had disappeared and turned into a blood-colored scarlet!

"Because, I, I am your ......" (To be continued.) )