The weather is cold and frozen, Qing'an City is always shrouded in a thin layer of fog, it is obviously the first main city in Xingling Prefecture, but it is quiet and terrible inside and outside.

Outside the city are groups of ragged refugees who have just undergone a bloody crackdown, and their bodies have been dragged to earth pits and burned by officers and soldiers.

No child or woman dared to scream and cry, so they could only cover their mouths and whimper.

This is the price of quietness, the price of blood.

The officers and soldiers looked at everyone indifferently, set up a cauldron, and distributed porridge and food to everyone.

The refugees lined up numbly, holding tattered bowls and utensils, and devoured them after the porridge was served.

I don't know the present, I don't know the past, I don't know the future.

The wind was exposed in the simple tents, and the men with broken arms and stumps were wailing under the fine snow, and the old and sick could not climb the gray sheets.

Mu Zixiao was dressed in cloth clothes, with a wooden hairpin tied up his hair, standing at the corner of the city wall, looking at this purgatory-like scene on earth.

She felt her blood freeze, and she thought she was sane and could save it all. But she was wrong, the people here are not numbers, not all merits, she wants to play the role of a savior, but she treats these living people coldly.

"You're not from here, you're from the city." A young man's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Mu Zixiao turned his head and saw that it was a ragged young man who spoke, he was as thin as skin and bones, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

"Yes." Mu Zixiao struggled to find his voice, "I want to come and see." ”

"Come and see how we died?" The boy sneered, "As you can see, either starve to death, freeze to death, or die of disease......"

"I'm looking for a way to help you."

The young man's emotions were not very excited, but calmly pointed to Mu Zixiao's eyes, "Do you know who you are?" ”

Mu Zixiao tilted his head, looking at this young man who was about the same age as her, and didn't understand why he suddenly asked like this.

"You know?"

"You're an outsider."

The young man's simple words shocked Mu Zixiao's heart, as if he had shattered her outer shell.

Yes, how lucky she was, as soon as she woke up, she worshiped under the sect of Yuanze Immortal Venerable, and she was bent on cultivating in her own way.

She rationally calculated her way of cultivation, looking at all kinds of beings like an audience, and she established an agricultural base to cultivate talents that could be used by her.

The unhindered start made her stand tall and look down on everyone.

She has never been in the play, arrogant and conceited.

Until she saw the normality of all living beings, the reality of struggling.

The young man's words were like a slap in the face. ridiculed her in this other world, but she was eating her old book, planning from above, and doing selfish refinement.

If she is immersed in this state, what awaits her will be doomed.

"A word to wake up the dreamer." Mu Zixiao looked at the young man and said solemnly, "If it weren't for you, I would still be immersed in my own world." She took a piece of pastry from her bosom and handed it to the boy.

"What's your name?"

The young man took the pastry and ate it slowly, "My name is Ying Luan, do you want to hire me to be your helper?" ”

Mu Zixiao saw that he was behaving moderately, and wondered, "Aren't you hungry?" Eating so slowly? ”

"I'm hungry, but this pastry is already in my hands, why should I gobble it up to let you see the joke, and give you the satisfaction of doing good deeds in your heart."

Mu Zixiao was choked by this, but he didn't expect him to say this, "I can hire you, who else is in your family?" And how much is the salary? ”

"I had no father, no mother, no relatives and no cause, and I fell on the slope of the earth in the northwest corner the day before yesterday. If you give me a bite to eat, it will be enough for me to live for three days, and as for the wages, you can measure it according to my worth. ”

Mu Zixiao nodded, "You are a very smart boy. ”

"You're a very proud girl, too." Ying Luan clapped his hands after eating the pastry, looked at Mu Zixiao, and chuckled: "I can be your mirror and wake you up all the time." ”