The dilapidated palace at night was not as tense as Song Pingcun and Ibsen feared.

A small flame seems to be the fire of life for hundreds of people, faint, and will be extinguished at any time. Except for the sound of a few thin sticks of dry wood burning, it was oppressively quiet.

"Give"

A woman sitting next to Lao Wang took out something the size of a little thumb from something that barely looked like a cloth bag hanging from her waist and gently touched Song Pingcun.

Lao Wang's eyes kept looking, but he didn't speak.

Song Pingcun took it, although he couldn't tell what kind of beast it was, but it looked like jerky.

"It's Silver Bird's jerky." The woman saw Song Pingcun's puzzled eyes and explained. There was peace in his eyes and a hint of warmth.

"Thank you." Song Pingcun hurriedly said.

The corners of the woman's mouth rose slightly, "My name is Fu Ji, Song Er is not your real name, right?" ”

"It's really called that." Song Pingcun had a very good impression of Fu Ji, outside the palace, she walked in front of the four women, and she took the lead in speaking. is a loving and righteous woman, he doesn't want to deceive him, Song Er is indeed the name of his dissipated clone, and it is not wrong.

"In this land of hard labor, there are only two things to eat, the silver bird and the fire rat. It doesn't taste good, but at least it survives. Fuki continued, as if to explain to him how to survive in this land of hard labor.

"Fu Ji, there's no need to explain so much to him, if he wants to live, he will naturally know." Lao Wang interrupted Fu Ji's speech, although his tone was not good, but he couldn't hear the slightest sense of blame.

"Lao Wang is like this, don't you mind." Fu Ji smiled at Song Pingcun, although the smile looked a little crazy because of the yellow muscle skin, Song Pingcun felt her kindness and thanked her again.

"Old Yi" Song Pingcun handed the jerky in his hand to Ibsen. Although there is a little fire, after all, he is very old, and from yesterday to this evening, he is very tired.

Ibsen's dim eyes flashed with gratitude, but he didn't say a word, just silently took it. Behind him, there was a sudden smell of blood.

Song Pingcun looked back and saw that the hook-nosed man who was at the gate of the palace just now was pulled in from outside by several people.

As soon as Ibsen put the hard stone-hard jerky in his mouth, he saw the men holding the stone chips dismembering the hooked noses, and a sudden wave of nausea came over him, and the jerky flew out of his hands.

Among the people who landed in the second circle, the speed of several hands was extremely fast, and finally landed on the hands of a man with a long beard, and he threw it directly into his mouth without a trace of hesitation. But even so, the corners of his mouth and hands were pulled out by other people with a lot of blood marks and fell to the ground. A smile crossed his lips.

It wasn't until the bearded man's mouth stopped chewing that the others stopped. They all sat back in their original positions, and the long-bearded man also sat up with difficulty, as if this scene had never happened at all.

This is the real side of the land of hard labor!

"I don't know what to do," the old king muttered, slanting a disdainful glance at Ibsen, "sooner or later, you will end up like this." ”

Fu Ji, who was still amiable to Song Pingcun just now, was also lonely at the moment, moved her body, and approached Lao Wang. The four women skillfully leaned their backs against him and surrounded Lao Wang in the center.

This night, nothing else happened, and one of the four women actually had his eyes open all the time, taking turns to rest, which made Song Pingcun feel that the more than 100 people were not as quiet as they looked. It's like the one that Ibsen flew out of the jerky, which almost caused a bloody fight, and if the bearded man hesitated a little, he didn't know what the result would be.

It took a lot of time to dismember the hooked nose with stone chips, but Song Pingcun didn't see the scene of eating it raw, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to close his eyes that night, but Ibsen slept all night.

At dawn, more than a hundred people in the palace all stood up, and Song Pingcun left the palace with these people. It seems to be scattered and separated, but it can also be seen that it is not completely separate, but still in groups.

Just when he didn't know where to go, Lao Wang said to him: "If you want to live, come with us." ”

When they left, someone sent Lao Wang a blood-red cloth wrapped in a package with a bloody smell, only barely tied around at least, and it was not covered, it was clearly half of a thigh.

Song Pingcun sighed, needless to say, it must be part of the hook-nosed man.

Less than half an hour after leaving, the sky was just shining, and the silver birds that flew out of the palace last night seemed to have flown back from a distance at a fixed time, and as soon as they saw the shadow, Lao Wang and the four women hid in a slightly concave pit next to them, although he was already a little thin, but he was still alone on the four women, and the four women were curled up as small as possible, so as not to expose their bodies to the outside more.

Seeing this, Song Pingcun looked at the same pit not far away, and helped Ibsen walk over quickly.

"Brother Song, it doesn't have to be like this." Ibsen saw Song Pingcun hiding himself under him in the same way, and the old tears couldn't help but fall. Just like what Lao Wang said last night, he will have the same result with that hooked nose sooner or later.

Before Song Pingcun could answer, he felt a pain in his back. Fortunately, the clothes made of this spiritual weapon on his body were enough to resist, but his hair was scratched and scattered, and the back of his hand exposed outside his sleeve was stung by the beaks of several silver birds.

I don't know why, as soon as the bloodshot appeared, these silver birds seemed to be frightened, and flew up from Song Pingcun's back in a panic and headed towards the palace.

Ibsen under him had nothing to say, which made him more heart-wrenching than simply saving his life, and it was only at this moment that he really let go of all his hatred for Song Pingcun.

"Get up, there's still a long way to go." Lao Wang stood on the ground and said to Song Pingcun.

He didn't see the scene just now, but he heard the silver bird falling and making a sharp cry, but he didn't expect that Song Pingcun was just a bloody cut on his hand.

Lao Wang glanced at Song Pingcun meaningfully, but didn't say anything, and the Fu Ji girls were even more like silent women, and they didn't seem to be surprised at all about what had just happened, and they continued to move forward.

Song Pingcun picked up Ibsen and followed, only to see that the clothes on Lao Wang's back that could still cover his body had been pulled out several times, and blood oozed out in several places, but his back was still upright, moving forward step by step.

This is a half-day walk, and you can still see the dilapidated palace when you look back, which shows that the distance is not far. Until Ibsen was about to go soft, they stopped. Song Pingcun saw clearly and understood why there were big rocks outside the stone cave where they rested last night. It seems that they were lucky enough to find a sheltered haven last night, and it just so happened that no one else had fixed it. Otherwise there would have been a fight last night.

This cave is similar to the cave last night, except that the cave is bigger, and the inside of the cave is almost the same as the cave where they lived yesterday, there are only enough people to lie on the outside, and the inside is a narrow and small hole that does not know where to stretch out.

The four women took the hooked nose from the old king's hand, but did not enter outside the hole. Fu Ji untied the cloth strip that bound her, and several women took out a stone piece smaller than a palm from their arms, and it looked like they were going to cut it.

Fu Ji's hand paused in his arms and looked at Song Pingcun, "Brother Song Er, can I borrow your stone knife to use." ”

Hearing Fu Ji's question, several people stopped what they were doing and looked at Song Pingcun.

Song Pingcun did not hesitate at all, and handed the stone knife inserted in his waist to Fu Ji. Compared with the stone chips in their hands, the one that Song Pingcun snatched from the hooked nose hand was longer, and there was a handle, which looked more like a knife.

With the stone knife in Song Pingcun's hand, they divided the half of the thigh into the size of a fingernail.

Lao Wang sat outside, and also took out a stone knife from the waistband of his trousers, which was bigger than the stone knife that Song Pingcun handed to Fu Ji, and polished it on the stone under him.

Song Pingcun's eyes shrank, in that situation yesterday, Lao Wang didn't even pull out the knife in the waistband of his trousers, why?

The back and forth friction between the stone knife and the stone, one time, one time, the sound was very small, and Lao Wang's movements were very slow.

The movements of the hands are very mechanical, but the eyes are always looking into the distance.

After the Fu Ji girls finished dividing the meat, Song Pingcun originally thought that they were going to put it out to dry in the sun, but unexpectedly they gathered these pieces of meat together and wrapped them together.

Looking at Song Pingcun's puzzled eyes, Fu Ji, who returned the stone knife to Song Pingcun, said, "At night, you have to rely on this meat to trap fire rats." ”

Song Pingcun nodded, feeling embarrassed in his heart, the biggest hurdle in his heart had finally been passed.

By the time it was already dark, Song Pingcun saw that the few people resting in the stone cave had no idea of getting up, and couldn't help asking, "Tonight, don't you go to that palace?" ”