Sang Ling was startled, the smug arrogance on her face had already shrunk into a timid mouse.

Wait a moment.

Sang Ling carefully took a look at Xie Hanzhou's situation again, and saw that he was still unconscious, patted his chest, let out a long breath, turned around and picked up his burden and left.

Shuzhou is prosperous, Tianfu City is adjacent to Zhongzhou in the north and Zezhou in the east.

The forces in Zhongzhou are complex, and many monks are stationed in the Xiuzhen sect, cities, and large and small villages and towns. Zezhou has many families, the climate is humid, there are many waterways, and there is a kind of tranquility of small bridges and flowing water.

After thinking about it, Sang Ling tightened her little baggage, found a trading house and bought a donkey, and traveled east as a means of transportation.

The donkey tutorial was fast, and he took Sang Ling out of the city without eating a carrot, and it didn't take long for the straight road outside the city to become a three-way intersection.

Without hesitation, she drove her donkey away from the main road to the merchant ships, and turned onto a mountain path.

This is two days.

Shuzhou has a wide area, located in the southwest of the tail of the Kunlun continent, and the trail runs from west to east, passing through a large forest of pine and oak trees, and the terrain is undulating downward.

Although the land of Sichuan and Shu is vast, Sang Ling walked on the fast track of the road with one person and one donkey, and it didn't take long for the surrounding scenery to change.

Carefully calculate that it has traveled thousands of miles from Tianfu City and arrived at a small place.

The population is gradually dense, and there is a small plain surrounded by flat hills between the mountains and forests at the junction of Shuzhou and Zezhou, which is called Huayuan Township.

The four seasons are like spring, the climate is pleasant, and there are always flowers blooming in the mountains and fields, and the green and crimson are intertwined, hence the name.

Although it is not as prosperous and lively as Mohui Town, it is also a village with simple folk customs.

It is rumored that the people in the village live long and healthy, and there are no natural disasters and man-made disasters, and it is a well-known blessed village.

Hearing the introduction of the medicine digger he met on the road, Sang Ling's heart was immediately attracted, and he looked around, all of them were high mountains, and there were few people.

But after hesitating for a while, Sang Ling decided to stay, said goodbye to the medicine digger, and followed the direction of the other party's guidance, she stepped on a crooked sheep intestine path.

The place was hidden and difficult to walk, so Sang Ling climbed down from the donkey and untied all the donkey's ropes:

"Brother Donkey, you have worked hard this way, and the next road is not good, so I will set you free."

The donkey glanced at Sang Ling with eyeballs the size of an egg, and seemed to respond with two sentences, and when the leash on his body was gone, he flicked his tail and walked along the same road.

Letting go of the donkey that had been with her for two days, Sang Ling continued to walk forward with her small baggage.

The woods were quiet and the vegetation was very deep, and the further down the hill we went, the more the weeds reached my waist, and the air gradually began to fill the air with a lingering smell of decay, with a long-standing dampness.

Sang Ling hit the large weeds in front of her with a wooden stick, and suddenly there were a few "squirts" in the grass...... A few small snakes hiding in the shadows were alarmed and fled in fright.

Sang Ling was a little puzzled:

"It's almost in the village, how can there be so many snakes, even the grass is so deep, you can hardly see the road clearly, it's really strange."

Doubts are doubts, but when I thought that if it was really Xie Hanzhou chasing after me, I probably couldn't imagine that she could hide in such a place where birds don't, and my heart was a little more excited.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Sang Ling finally saw a corner of the eaves of a mud house in the thatch, which was more than a man high.

A few more steps and the whole village is revealed.

Circles of fences made of thin bamboo, thatched-roofed mud houses, yards overgrown with unnamed weeds, standing alone in the scorching sun.

There are a few wealthy houses with black roofs covered with black tiles, but the roofs are in disrepair and lack tiles, half-fragmented, and covered with fallen leaves.

Everywhere on the wall, the fence is full of black-brown marks, and there are cuts more than a finger deep.

A dangerous intuition came to mind, and Sang Ling suddenly stood at the entrance of the village.

The whole village was eerily quiet, a little shivering and gloomy, and there was an ominous atmosphere.

In the middle of the village stood a tall dead tree, on which hung five or six dilapidated and shriveled white lanterns, and the cool breeze swept and whistled, and the lanterns swayed up and down, constantly making strange grinding sounds of "squirming".

"Why does it seem to be an uninhabited village, the people who say that the people are simple and the years are quiet, this is not a lie!"

Sang Ling was half angry, it's not a question of whether to cheat or not, it would be understandable if the gap was a little smaller, after all, the paradise in the mouth of the medicine digger itself is like a beautiful myth.

But in this scene in front of me, where is a normal village, it is a ghost village at all!

"Medicine digger! You're a big liar! The old lady is going to hammer your dog's head! ”

After walking the mountain road for nearly an hour, but arriving at such a ghost place, disappointed, Sang Ling angrily gritted his back molars, and finally chose to walk into the village.

There is no way.

Now it is approaching evening, the mountains are standing, the terrain is rugged, the road down the mountain has been walking for so long, the return time of the original road will only be longer, the forest beasts are infested at night, and the danger factor of rushing is even more superimposed.

She still needs to find a house that is still intact, rest for a while, and talk about it after tonight.

Half an hour later.

Sang Ling sat in a tiled house at the head of the village, with a black clay pot on the blazing fire in front of her, and the pine mushroom pheasants dug up in the pot were boiling in the jar, which was delicious and fragrant, and the index finger was moved when she smelled it.

At night in the mountains and forests, the cold is still not gone, and the temperature is very low.

Fortunately, Sang Ling's own ability to resist the cold is very strong, and the house that leaks wind everywhere has also picked up thatch and blocked it tightly, and the house is still a little warm.

Sang Ling sat cross-legged on the ground, leaned forward, rested her chin on her knees, staring at the clay jar in front of her with a drowsy gaze.

The wind whistled and shrill sound, and suddenly there were a few extremely slight "rustling" sounds.

Sang Ling came back to her senses and raised her eyes.

A piece of firewood happened to fall from the fire in front of him, and the chicken soup in the jar above had been stewed, the soup was golden in color, and the pine mushrooms were tumbling up and down while boiling.

She was busy half up, took out the soup spoon and chopsticks, scooped them up and ate them.

In the middle of the night, she fell into the barren mountains and mountains, and she could not sleep in bed, but she had to sleep on the ground.

It's all to blame for this bullshit Xie Hanzhou, he really came here to restrain her evil spirit!

After muttering for a long time, Sang Ling was sleepy after eating, and finally couldn't help but put the fire together, and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the wind outside became stronger and stronger, and Sang Ling, who was asleep, turned over unsteadily.

Outside the house, a black shadow stepped on several branches in a row, and seeing that the people in the house still hadn't noticed, he finally couldn't hold his breath and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock—"

Sang Ling ignored it, the black shadow knocked a few more times without giving up, and Sang Ling, who was disturbed by her dreams, got up from the ground in one breath and forcibly held back her anger to drive people away.

"What a noise, big night. If you don't sleep, I'll sleep! Believe it or not, I'll blow your dog's head! ”

Separated by a broken door that couldn't be blocked by anything, there was a big hole in the middle of the door, and the thatch that blocked the breach fell down at some point, and Sang Ling and the person who knocked on the door directly met each other.

The timid young man outside the door seemed to be frightened by Sang Ling, and he opened his mouth after a while, and his voice was also cowardly:

"I'm sorry, sister, I'm too cold, I want to be warm in the house at night and get a good night's sleep, okay?" This is a dark and thin young man, thirteen or fourteen years old, with thin clothes and a delicate face.

Carrying a large basket of firewood on his back, he looked like a mountain boy who accidentally got lost in a snowy night.

The four eyes met, Sang Ling's eyes turned on him, and the meaning was unclear:

"Are you lost?"

The young man nodded, as if he was not used to looking at people like this, and replied a little shyly:

"Sister, I can give you all the firewood in the basket, as long as I can stay overnight, it's too cold outside."

Sang Ling exhaled, a little annoyed.

She raised her eyes and looked at the dead tree in the middle of the village, the branches were black and withered, and the white lanterns on the dead trees had long since disappeared, I don't know if they were blown away by the wind, Sang Ling thought about it and finally opened the door, and let him in by mistake.

"It's only allowed to be overnight, and I'll leave at dawn."

The young man nodded hurriedly and walked into the door, and when the two intersected, Sang Ling smelled a faint aroma, and before he could smell it, the young man was already sitting in the room, a position far away from the fire.

Seeing Sang Ling's view, he smiled obediently:

"Sister, come here, it's too dark at night, it's better to rest early."

The smile on the young man's face was innocent, but Sang Ling saw it but his face was cold:

"If you hadn't knocked on the door, I would have slept until dawn, and if I really slept well, I would have obediently filled my sister with a few sticks of firewood to make the fire burn more vigorously, wouldn't it?"

The young man was startled, but after reacting, he had a bitter face:

"Sister, are you blaming me? It's all because I'm ignorant, I can stand my sister's beating and scolding, as long as my sister doesn't get angry. ”

Talking about the tea in the tea, Sang Ling didn't eat his set, looking at this person Gu Li weird, obviously said that after Leng entered the house, he was the farthest away from the fire, where was he half afraid of the cold.

Before closing the door of the house, Sang Ling took one last look at the door of the house, it was dark and quiet, lush weeds were standing, and the white moonlight looked more and more ghostly, eerie and terrifying.

A gaze stared at him from behind, and Sang Ling turned his head and smiled:

"Would you like some dinner? Freshly cooked pine mushroom pheasant soup, but I walked more than a mountain road to pick a few pine mushrooms, the taste is the most delicious and rare, and the jar is still hot. ”

A rare delicacy in the world, even if it is a cultivator who never regulates his appetite, he can't help but drink a big bowl when he smells this taste.

Don't ask Sang Ling how she knows, if you want to ask, just ask the previous master who couldn't die well! Back then, the evil cultivator who had just harvested a little brother instructed Sang Ling to do the first thing he did was to go to the poor mountains and mountains to dig pine fungi!

Sang Ling, who had never done such a thing, dug hard for a few days, and her legs and stomach were about to be wasted, so she only dug up a few flowers and made up a pot.

The evil cultivator was the master for the first time, and when he saw that Sang Ling really looked miserable, he divided a bowl with her.

The taste of drinking it in her mouth at that time made Sang Ling feel that she could do it again immediately.

What's more, now, a lot of good ingredients have been added to the black clay jar, and the taste is even more fragrant and attractive.

Sang Ling looked at it with burning eyes.

The young man immediately waved his hand, obviously afraid of Sang Ling's untimely enthusiasm:

"Sister, I ate a lot of wild vegetables when I came, and my stomach was very full. I often hear adults say that it is better for poor people who are not accustomed to eating oil and meat not to eat this delicacy, otherwise their stomachs will suffer. ”

Sang Ling took out a clean bowl by herself, approached the fire, and in the face of the young man's refusal, she enthusiastically and thoughtfully resolved:

"If you can't get used to it, you haven't eaten it, if you eat more, you won't have a stomach, you listen to my sister, these good things are quickly eaten and supplemented, you look at your thinness, you can run away when the wind blows."

The young man was shocked, and immediately stood next to Sang Ling and reached out to press:

"I'm not pretending to be polite, I really can't eat it! Sister, you're welcome! ”

The moment the two hands touched, Sang Ling only felt a soft touch fall on her hand, and the young man's fingertips were soft and calloused, which confirmed the guess in his heart, and he couldn't help sneering:

"It's all a thousand-year-old fox, and you dare to act in front of me! What the hell are you, what kind of weirdness is this village, deliberately running in front of me, do you still want to hide it anymore! ”