The nights in the mountains are particularly difficult.

Ning Shu only then realized that in this illusion, he was really just a six-year-old child, with no mana on his body, and even the perception world behind his eyebrows disappeared, and he had no strength to pull out the sword scabbard condensed by purple qi in his fifty strings, and the physical strength in the hunger and cold was already consumed, not to mention dragging a heavy object, which was much heavier than the branches supporting the body in the hands of the rest of the homeless.

He hid in a cave, and the moisture eroded his body, but he couldn't get out, because it was so chaotic outside, that all the fleeing people had lost their human side.

During the day, Ning Shu relied on his short body, kept hiding on the road, and saw one terrifying scene after another, those overstarved victims, after eating up the dry food on their bodies, began to try all kinds of ways to fill their stomachs.

From the birds and beasts along the way, to the bark of the trees, to the dirt under their feet, everything that could be stuffed into their mouths was not spared, even if someone had already died on the way, it did not stop the actions of these people who had lost their minds.

When there was nothing left to eat in the mountains, those with a fierce green glint in their eyes fixed their eyes on the women, children, and children who were traveling with them.

Crying, screaming......

There was a strong smell of blood......

It is hard to imagine that there will be a hellish scene in this mountain, and the actions that originally belonged to evil spirits appear in mortals at this moment.

Gathered in twos and threes, they were all on guard against each other, and no one knew whose head would fall on the next stuffy stick in the back of their heads, and who would belong to the hairy bones that appeared on the ground next time.

Ning Shu hid in the grass like this, holding the sword tightly in his arms and trembling, not daring to make any extra sounds, for fear of attracting those evil ghosts, the longest time he hid in the mud for two hours, and saw a man snatch the baby from the arms of the woman next to him and throw it into a clay pot with boiling water, and then smashed the sharpened stone in his hand on the woman's head in the woman's hysterical cry.

The hot blood, the hoarse struggle, the indifferent face of the man, and the greedy gaze of the people around him.

The fragrance from the pot made Ning Shu nauseous, but he couldn't make any sound, he wanted to rush out at one point, but he couldn't even do a simple leg lift.

He watched as the middle-aged man put away the leftover remains in his arms and disappeared into the night.

I don't know whether it was fear or anger, a tear slipped from her cheeks, and Ning Shu barely straightened her legs soaked in cold muddy water with what little strength she had, and then found the small cave where she was hiding now.

It's still cold.

Hungry, he fell asleep, but was awakened in the middle of the night.

Ning Shu lay on his side, looking for a place that didn't feel so uncomfortable, while looking at the gloomy night outside, his thoughts flying in the wind.

If the illusions he had experienced in the city of peace before only seemed to have turned back time, then everything he experienced now seemed to reconstruct the past.

In this most serious natural and man-made disaster in the declining year, the six-year-old should have been in Ping'an City, even if there were countless displaced people passing by at that time, but it did not affect him too much, but now, he is experiencing this terrible everything.

Ning Shu is no stranger to such a scene, it can be said that it has been hidden in the depths of his heart, at that time outside Ping'an City, there were countless refugees gathered together in the mountains and forests, and the rescue in the city has reached the limit, but the refugees still cannot be alleviated, and the more terrible is the plague brought from the southern countries, constantly harvesting one life after another.

Ning Shu had witnessed all kinds of tragic scenes between people at that time, that is, Ning Anyi, who was picked up among the corpses of refugees at that time, he once looked at the road leading to the south and imagined all kinds of things that these corpses had experienced, but he did not expect that he would one day become a part of it.

On the one hand, the Divine Dynasty has to spare troops to suppress the rebellion of the radicals in the southern countries, and on the other hand, it has to assist various towns to complete the disaster relief work, and even the refugees on the official road are difficult to properly resettle, not to mention the existence of the epidemic, these evil spirits who have destroyed humanity walking along the mountain road are naturally unmanaged.

Survive.

For Ning Shu at this moment, these three words are undoubtedly the most important thing now.

He decided to walk through this bloody forest early tomorrow morning and walk down the official road, and then find a village to settle down first.

In the midst of hunger and cold, I woke up and slept all night, and slept and woke up again.

When it was just dawn, Ning Shu climbed out of the cave with his sword, he frowned at the tattered clothes on his body and the small wounds on his arm that had been scraped by the branches because he was dodging, and then began to walk through the dense forest.

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"Get out of here! Don't come near us!"

"Don't bring the evil to our village. ”

"We've closed the village!"

"We don't have any extra food for you in our village!"

Ning Shu stood in the open space in front of a village, looking at the people in front of him who were carrying farm tools one by one, but their expressions were extremely vicious, listening to the disgust and disgust in their tones, and turned away silently.

He cautiously and cautiously walked through the dense forest in the mountains, and finally found the village after countless evasions, but he never expected to encounter such a scene.

Extreme disgust and disgust, as if he had something terrible on him.

One village, two villages, three villages......

Ning Shu walked along the road with difficulty, the sword in his arms fell to the ground again and again, and was picked up again and again by him, although he didn't have any mana now, this purple long sword was his only reliance.

There was no terror on this official road like in the mountains, and although the scrawny refugees on the side of the road did not act like evil spirits, they did not hide a greedy desire in their eyes, but they did not dare to step forward in broad daylight because of the sword.

In Ning Shu's view, compared to these victims who were blinded by the disaster, the people in those villages were even more terrifying.

"Get out of here, don't force us to do it!" a farmer shouted as he stood at the head of the village, waving a knife in his hand.

Ning Shu has heard such words many times, some vulgar, some polite, but without exception, there is a message - you are not welcome here.

Ning Shu chose to be silent several times before, and then turned to leave, because he was not a person who wanted to cause trouble to others, but he had never experienced such a disgusting scene, Rao was as indifferent as him, and he could no longer remain silent.

"I'm not sick......," Ning Shu whispered.

"Nonsense, you're just like them, you're all dirty, get out of here!" roared the villager, with a white cloth covering his mouth and nose, not daring to come closer.

Ning Shu looked at the muddy clothes and terrible wounds on his body, turned his head to look at the victims behind him who were no different from him, and wanted to say something, but it was like a fish in his throat.

The plague was like a messenger from the underworld to mortals, and he could understand the villagers' behavior, but it was a little too cruel for him and the old and weak who were not infected with the plague behind him.

"I just want some food......"

The villager looked at the child, who was holding a sword in his arms, his cheeks were thin but calm, his eyes were full of suspicion, and after a moment he waved his hand and threw out a bag of dry food, his expression still disgusted, wary of the boy's next move.

Ning Shu picked up the pocket on the ground and checked it, walked back slowly, he walked straight to the women and children who were sitting on the side of the road, took out a few dry cakes from the pocket and distributed them, put the rest into his clothes, glanced at the village not far away, and left with his sword.

He didn't know where he was going, and most of what he saw along the way, except for those who had fled, were corpses lying on the ground, giving off a cold feeling in the daytime sun.

These are the scenes he once imagined when he saw those refugees outside Ping'an City, but no matter how he imagined it, he was far from experiencing the reality later, especially the reality of the human heart.

In the past, Ning Shu believed that most people in this world were with good intentions, or in other words, as long as they had good intentions, then the things they got in return would not be bad, even if it was such a thing as slaughtering the village in Xujia Village, it was regarded by him as a very small special case, and more reasons were classified into the disputes caused by cultivation, but he ignored the existence of the mind in every living individual.

That's true of everything.

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At the beginning of the day, the sun was once again setting to the west, the temperature no longer favored the world, and the icy breath descended with the night wind.

A group of people in tattered clothes stood in the way of Ning Shu's advance.

His face was yellow, his cheekbones protruded, and his eyes glowed green.

The clothes were full of irregular tatters, and the green tendons and neatly arranged ribs from emaciation could be clearly seen in the exposed places, and it seemed that they were also victims who had crossed the Nanling Mountains from the southern countries.

"Give us the sword and dry food in your bosom, and we can let you go. One of them said in a hoarse voice, like a rusty piece of iron, which was particularly harsh in the night.

"It seems that this sword can be sold for a lot of copper coins, enough for us to eat a few good meals. ”

"It's good that it's a child, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to go so far. ”

The refugees whispered, talking about the sword in the boy's arms, but their eyes still looked at the boy's body from time to time.

They slowly approached Ning Shu, their steps staggering, like bones crawling out of a grave that had not yet decomposed.

Ning Shu held the sword in his arms very tightly, and stepped back step by step, until the person who spoke at the beginning approached three feet in front of him, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, as if using a lot of strength, raised the entire long sword above his head like a burning stick, and smashed it on the refugee's shoulder with the direction of falling.

Fifty Strings was not unsheathed, but the refugee let out a painful wail, and half of his shoulder was cut off flatly, and blood splattered everywhere, falling on Ning Shu's face, and also on the faces of the other refugees who were approaching him.