There was a moment of dead silence in the room, so silent that even the breathing of the three people in the room seemed to become extremely ethereal.

After a long time, Abu shook his head and said, "In that kind of famine year, his sister is young and has not been completely weaned, but where does his mother get the milk? I always feel that Qin Ke has something hidden in his stomach, but there are some things that he wants to talk to someone, and he doesn't know who to talk to. He survived so hard, but what can he tell us? His master is gone, he came to Jingwu to find his master, that is his closest person in the world, if my father and mother suddenly disappear, I will go all over the world to find them......"

"Compared to him, although my family is poor, I just can't eat enough at the worst, right?" Abu seemed unable to bear the gloomy atmosphere in the tent, and turned and walked out.

Zhang Fu sat silent for a long time, stretched out her hand, carefully stroked Qin Ke's eyebrows and face, and felt the heat above, she said in a low voice: "It turns out...... That's right. ”

I see. A person does not have cowardice for no reason, nor does he work hard for no reason. He walked out of that kind of hell, and naturally knew the value of human life, so he didn't like death, and he was so sad that day after killing the bandits. He practiced swordsmanship so hard, naturally because he needed to have enough ability to find his master.

If he is a son of the warriors, he has countless people at his horse's hooves for him to drive, but he is only a lonely child, and he has nothing to rely on except the sword in his hand.

It's like in the wasteland of death.

Zhang Fu reached out and stroked Qin Ke's cheek, asked him to lie down again, listened to the nonsense that sounded in his mouth from time to time, stretched out his hand to try his still hot forehead, reached out and changed a cold towel to tidy up the quilt on his body.

Just kept looking at Qin Ke, and I don't know how long it took, she finally fell asleep unconsciously.

Qin Ke opened his eyes.

The sky was like an upside-down ocean, and he floated in it, and as far as he could see, it was blue, and when he looked up, he found a deep darkness in which great shadows seemed to swim.

He once read a book that said that there was a fish called "Kun", the body was so big that even the largest ship in the world was just like a willow leaf falling into the water in front of it, and when it jumped out of the sea, its huge tail slapped the sea, it brought a continuous tide of thousands of miles, and its roar rolled up a violent wind on the sea, even if it was far away from the end of the world, it could still cross the sea and hit the land.

It is an unstoppable force that destroys anything that stands in its way and is called "Ryujin's Wrath", while others say that it is "the god of the sea is demanding tribute from the humans on the shore".

So the people of the coast slaughtered pigs and cattle and threw their blood into the sea. The priests stood on a high slope and begged for peace from the sea god in the face of the fierce sea breeze, during which it is unknown how many priests would fall down the hill and die in such a violent storm, and the fishermen would throw their bodies into the sea, and the storm would not stop until a few days later.

There was an inexplicable fear in his heart, because he felt the enormity of that huge figure, and he was as small as an ant in front of such a existence. But somehow, he felt that deep darkness was calling him.

Come. Come here.

He seemed to hear the call of a woman, whose voice was like a mother's, gentle and kind, like the warm sun, warming his skin, and he tried to raise his head, squinting his eyes, trying to see the darkness, but he couldn't.

Come. The voice was a little more urgent, as if he was in a hurry, although Qin Ke didn't know where this voice came from and why he was in a hurry to call him, but gradually, he felt that he was slowly sinking, the deep darkness was getting farther and farther away from him, and he was getting closer and closer to the sea.

The woman's voice was finally silenced, replaced by a loud, heavy voice, and the huge black shadow swayed in the darkness, bringing a great undercurrent. He was engulfed by this undercurrent and began to rapidly descend.

He saw a familiar wasteland, the sparse trees withered and decaying, the bark of which had been stripped of for some unknown reason. His eyes froze, and he didn't know when, a group of people came up in the wasteland.

A bunch, ragged and skinny people. Some of them were alone, some were gathered in groups, some were sleeping soundly in their mothers' arms, and some were tired old men who fell by the roadside.

The ground was dry and cracked in the intense sun.

"Dad, mother...... Younger sister. Qin Ke was surprised to see a few familiar faces in it. Just above the moor, there was a weary man, whose long march and hunger had made his steps vain, but he still held his wife's hand as best he could, trying his best to take the sleeping little girl from her arms.

And on his other hand, he also held a small hand.

Qin Ke's hand.

Qin Ke saw himself.

Qin Ke broke through the water and fell from the sky, and the blue ocean twisted and turned into the distorted giant face he had seen in his dreams again. He opened his eyes and looked at everything in the moor, and let out a low burst of terrible laughter.

"I" seemed to hear something, raised his head, and met Qin Ke's eyes in the air.

Like a mirror, it suddenly shattered.

On a mountain, an old man lies on the smooth bluestone, looking at the vast night sky, the stars are like a pair of eyes blinking, it sleeps on the bluestone, and scratches his waist from time to time, it seems that he can't stand the bite of the big and fat mosquitoes on this mountain.

Probably tossing and turning for a long time, he sat up all of a sudden, stared at the sky, and was a little angry: "What's the noise?

An old ox was tied to a dying old tree beside him, chewing on the green weeds on the ground, and looking at him with the eyes of a fool, as if thinking that this person was starting to get nervous again.

The old man glared and blew his beard: "Eat your grass!

The old ox mooed, and the huge cow's eyes showed a little displeasure, and it turned around, pointed its fat butt at the old man, poofed twice, and pulled out two balls of cow shit.

The old man was about to scold, but at this time, the dark clouds in the sky condensed, and rumbling thunder sounded.

The old man stood up, pointed to the sky, and grew his mouth.

If it is a Taoist person of insight who is standing here at this moment, in the middle of the night to see an old man open his mouth to the sky, he will definitely be shocked.

However, in the next second, the old man's actions were only afraid that he would disappoint those people, and even ruin the scenery of green mountains and green waters.

I saw that the old man was aimed at the sky, and his throat made a ho-ho sound, and then there was a "phew!", and the old man's thick phlegm pierced the sky of the night sky, showing a very tasteless parabola in the air, and the parabola turned out to be not very high, but fell straight into the valley.

"I know all day long that young people are chirping, and I am annoyed if you don't annoy me. The old man scolded and kicked the old scalper, ready to lie down and sleep.

However, the moment he turned around, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be uncontrollable, disintegrating one after another, and the thunder disappeared as if it had been frightened by something.