Just as he walked into the mist on the mountainside, Ning Que heard the tireless sound of horses galloping like rain suddenly coming from behind him!

With the gallop, the memories of the fears that had been hidden deep in his heart for all these years suddenly recaptured him, and then uncontrollably overwhelmed him, instantly taking over his entire body, making it extremely stiff.

He bit his tongue and shook off his fear with extremely strong willpower, then slowly turned around and looked at the person behind him.

Somehow, the mountain path in the dense twilight disappeared, and even the clouds went elsewhere. All he saw was a magnificent city standing between heaven and earth, with a great shadow cutting off the official road to the north.

On the way, ten cavalrymen in black armor were galloping towards him, furious as thunder. The surface of the official road resonated with their approach, as all travelers tried to make way for them.

Ning Que hid behind the tables and chairs of the tea stall, staring blankly at the cavalry that drove by. Suddenly, he noticed that he was much shorter than those horses and passengers on the road.

He looked down and saw only a small shoe on his foot, and only now did he notice that his left foot had been pierced by a stone and was bleeding.

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After leaving Chang'an City, he went all the way north and followed the caravan in a daze. After being questioned several times by the curious people of the Tang Empire, he realized that this might put him in danger, so he quietly left the traveler under the cover of a midnight darkness.

He didn't encounter any wild beasts in the wild, and he could pick fruit to feed himself, although hunger never really left him. When he came out of the woods, he was almost in Hebei Province. By then he had become sallow and haggard, so he didn't have to worry about being recognized. On both sides of the road, and in the mountains, there were hungry children like him.

The wilderness has suffered a severe drought, and Hebei province has also suffered a severe drought. In the first year of Tianqi, the Tang Empire suffered a rare natural disaster. When the new emperor ascended the throne, he had to face severe tests. Rushing from Daze to Chang'an City, His Majesty urgently arranged disaster relief materials for the people in the disaster area. Refugees from the wilderness have entered Hebei Province, and refugees from Hebei Province are moving south. Those who set off first were fortunately rescued by the imperial court, while the remaining people in Hebei Province who remained around the vast Minshan Mountain in Xiulu would face a more severe test.

Along the official road, imperial officials and local government runners counted the number of refugees for the distribution of porridge. More and more refugees are migrating from the North to the South. For the people of that time, the North was like the underworld, a terrible world of disease and famine.

While the rest of the people were moving south, Ning Que continued to advance towards Hebei Province. He made a cursory journey along the road at the foot of Min Mountain, and soon encountered a thief with evil intentions. He hid himself in the grass so as not to be discovered. In the grass, he found several cold corpses scattered around.

In a wooded neighborhood where almost all the bark had been stripped off, he was surrounded by a group of scrawny refugees. Judging from their clothing, Ning Que judged that they were from the northern part of the Yan Kingdom. Naturally, they flew to the territory of the Tang emperors, as the royal family of Yan could not afford the disaster relief work.

"Unfortunately, it was just a small kid and weighed only a few pounds.

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The hungry refugees stared at the muddy little boy. Their leader's eyes glowed green, and he looked like a wolf that Ning Que was quite familiar with later. But this wolf is an emaciated wolf, and its fur is badly ulcerated.

"We don't have the strength now, you'd better take off your clothes yourself and jump into the pot."

The chief put his finger in his mouth, as if to taste the meat. He looked at the boy lifeless and said, "Be careful when you jump and don't spill too much water." In such a year, no one has the extra energy to chop wood and boil water.

The seven or eight hungry refugees surrounding the little boy nodded slowly. They are nothing more than skeletons, barely able to move.

Ning Que looked at them and said, "You don't have the strength, but I do."

The chief laughed, sounding like a cry. He trembled and pointed his withered fingers at the little boy's face and said, "If you still have the strength, why don't you run away?"

Ning Que didn't say anything more. He took out a helicopter from behind his waist that had accompanied him all the way. Gathering all the strength he had accumulated from eating fruit, weeds, and a handful of rice offered by the good Samaritan, he jumped up and slashed at the chief's nose.

He was too young, too short, too weak to jump high enough. But these hungry people in the woods had been starved of food for too many days, and had exhausted all their strength. They could only stare at his seal.

Blow! The boy missed his goal. The helicopter that he was going to cut off the chieftain's nose actually poked into the bones above the enemy's eyes. Because the chief was so hungry and skinny, his skull frame was fairly clear. Therefore, the scene of the helicopter poking into his bones is clear, and the sound it makes is clear. The rusty blade of the chopper pierced his eyeballs and deep into his brain.

Without even a snort, the chief fell to the ground stiffly like a piece of wood.

Ning Qi gasped as he walked ahead. He stepped on the chief's neck. Then he pulled out the helicopter with all his strength, and a burst of blue-yellow liquid rose into the air. That's not blood.

He stared for a long time at the withered eyeballs hanging from the helicopter. Then he raised his head, turned his gaze to the ghostly hungry refugees around him, and said, "If you want to eat a man, eat yourself, because I won't let you eat me."

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The fog swirling over the mountainside behind the academy grew heavier and heavier, swallowing even the last rays of twilight from the outside world. The strange calls of night birds, perhaps crows or something more sinister, were heard from elsewhere in the woods.

Ning Que was climbing up the hill along the sloping mountain road. With each step, his body stiffens for a long time. It had been a long time since he had been in the mist, he had already stepped a thousand steps, but still did not know how far he was from the top of the mountain.

Look closely, and you'll see that his eyes are hollow and unfocused. He doesn't seem to be looking at the road under his feet, but at something in the distance. What happened a long time ago.

He went all the way north, along the Minshan Mountains into the rear of Hebei Province. The land is completely occupied by hungry refugees from the wilderness and the northern part of the Yan country. However, due to the prolonged drought, people began to exchange children for meals. However, even so, the vast majority of those who were hungry became corpses on the side of the road, or food in the stomachs of the beasts of Minshan. With their deaths, Ning Que's path through the mountains became safer.

Then one day, the long-awaited rain fell from the sky. In the cellars in the countryside, the villagers crawled out, knelt in the rain, wept and kowtowed fiercely to show their gratitude for Haotian's mercy. Many more people do not have the strength to show any emotion for severe hunger.

In the heavy rain, Ning Que sat under a small tree next to the mountain, looking around blankly, not knowing where to go.

These days, many refugees venture into the vast mountains of Minshan, hoping to find something to eat despite the abundance of wild animals. However, Ning Que didn't keep up with the trend, because he knew that he was too weak to kill the terrifying beast in the mountain at the moment, although he could still kill the fainting refugee with all his strength.

He bit down on the beef jerky he had taken out and tore off a few shredded pieces of meat. Then he raised his head and took a few mouthfuls of rainwater, which he chewed along with the meat and swallowed into his abdomen without any expression of enjoyment. The never-ending torture of these days has turned the white and tender little boy in the General's Mansion into an extremely dirty and thin teenager. The skin of the little boy's lips was severely cracked, and from time to time blood flowed from his teeth from the chewed meat.

The rain was getting lighter and lighter. He checked the helicopter behind him, picked up the stick next to him, and continued north along the road at the foot of the mountain. He made sure that he could escape into Minshan at any time. Because he knows that the rain will help others rejuvenate, and if so, those resurrected adults will be healthier than ever. They could become his enemies again at any moment.

Piles of decomposing corpses can be found on the road ahead, and the air is filled with the stench of decay that was once soaked in rain. Several equally emaciated wild dogs crouched next to the deceased and ate them. One bites an arm of bare bone and struggles to drag it back, sometimes making a muffled whine, while the other sits on its hind legs like a human, struggling to bite down on a thin, rotten thigh that is caught between two front paws.