At this moment, those jackdaws just now flew back with a scream, is someone coming?

Sure enough, Lao Zhangtou, who had been waiting in front for most of the day, couldn't help but come over to see him anymore. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe carriage he rented for Yang Xiaofeng that day naturally had to be returned to others, so he followed Yang Xiaofeng all the way to Qingshui Villa.

What he saw in front of him made Lao Zhangtou couldn't help but be taken aback, but when he saw Yang Xiaofeng kneeling beside the new grave that You Zi hadn't even filled in with soil, his breathing was extremely weak.

The old man secretly screamed that it was not good, could it be that this young man had also died.

He took a closer look, only to feel that the three souls had been frightened away from their bodies. It stands to reason that Lao Zhangtou sells coffins, and his courage should be greater than ordinary people, but even so, he still can't help but tremble his legs.

It's just that in this life, he has never seen so many graves at one time.

The back mountain of Qingshui Villa is simply a mass graveyard, with as many as 100 large and small tombs.

The old man was so frightened that he forgot what the old lady was called, and after being stunned for a while, he ran out, where he could still take care of the carriage.

Suddenly, I heard a hoarse voice behind me shouting, "Wait a minute."

Lao Zhangtou was immediately frightened and his legs collapsed on the ground, such a scene, such a voice, is it a ghost who speaks?

Is there anyone else here besides ghosts?

Of course, it was not a ghost who spoke, it was Yang Xiaofeng.

Yang Xiaofeng was still alive, and his eyes had slowly opened.

Got up, without a trace of hesitation. Yang Xiaofeng immediately filled all the soil in front of him into his sister's grave in one go.

From now on, there is a new grave here. Or rather, two-seater.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't notice that in front of the original joint tomb of Yang Shuangzi and Mei Luoyun, there was also a new tomb without a tombstone at this moment, which was their mother who had been frozen for eleven years that Yang Xiaoling brought back from that crypt.

After doing all this, Yang Xiaofeng walked to the carriage again and took off the dry food, wine and other things he bought at the Flying Snow Market that day.

Immediately, he looked up and saw that the sky was still gray, and it seemed as if it was about to snow again.

It turned out that this heavy snowfall was far from over.

In the end, he finally glanced at Lao Zhangtou and said lightly: "You go, leave here immediately, and go as far as possible."

Then, without stopping, he went straight ahead.

In the hall between the clouds and water, there is still a fire burning, but it is the old Zhang Tou who was born to keep out the cold, as for the firewood used to make the fire, most of them are wooden tables and chairs that have rotted in the hall, but at this time the fire is about to go out, so Yang Xiaofeng added some wooden blocks to the fire.

When the dry wood met the fire, a warm flame immediately burst out, and Yang Xiaofeng slowly sat down by the fire. Then he took out dry food, wine and other things, and looked carefully, there were a few steamed buns, and a roast chicken, but they had already been frozen into ice slag.

He simply put the steamed buns and roast chicken on the charcoal that had already been burned, and the wine was also simmered by the fire.

Although he hadn't eaten a drop of water for seven days, he still didn't have a trace of appetite at the moment. However, after waiting for a while, he slowly began to eat.

It's just that he just took a bite, and he already wanted to vomit, but he endured it and ate it in a big gulp, because he wanted to live.

He must also live.

After a while, he had eaten more than half of the food in front of him. He put the remaining half back in his arms, and then got up and began to walk up and down the hall, but after only two or three steps, he felt that his steps were very vain, and his mind was dizzy.

It's no wonder that after such a big change, there have been so many days of water and rice, and it is still in such harsh climatic conditions. It can be said that in the past few days, whether it is physical or psychological, Yang Xiaofeng has been suffering extremely heavy damage and blows.

Even if his body is made of iron, there will always be a time when he will get through. What's more, he was just an ordinary ordinary person.

He's actually really vulnerable, even though he's been trying to pretend to be strong.

Yang Xiaofeng kept pacing back and forth in the room so that he could digest the food. At this moment, he must recover his strength as soon as possible, and when he walks, he can also make the muscles in his body that have long been frozen and even numb active again.

Let his hands, his feet, be flexible again.

He still has too much to do, and his hands must not be numb in the slightest.

After walking for a long time, he sat down again by the fire. Then he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep. To regain his strength, he had to rest.

He was well aware of what he was going to face next.

Along the way, from the moment he left the Falling Snow Valley, someone had been following him closely. Therefore, he had to adjust his body to the best in order to deal with the killers who were following him closely.

He wants to live, not only for himself, but also on behalf of those relatives who have given their lives for him, and he wants to live well on behalf of everyone.

He could die, but he could never let his sister die in vain.

It turns out that dying is sometimes really easy, and choosing to live is really very difficult.

After Yang Xiaofeng rested for a while, he got up and added a lot of firewood to the fire again. The flames, which had begun to faint a little, were burning again, but even so, the temperature in the hall was bitterly cold.

The cold wind outside the window kept pouring in, and snowflakes began to fall outside.

With all this, he sat down again, slowly closed his eyes again and began to sleep, and the sky outside was finally completely dark.

Although it was still cold and windy outside, none of this had anything to do with him at this time.

At this moment, he only felt extremely calm in his heart, as if even the most painful pain had faded a little.

There may be many people who do not understand that when a person's life is on the most dangerous edge, when he is facing death directly, everything is no longer important.

Soon, the night passed, and when I woke up again, it was already dawn.

When Yang Xiaofeng opened his eyes again, the fire in front of him had already been completely extinguished, and only the thick pile of burned ashes remained.

After still sitting still for a long time, he took out the food left over from last night from his bosom and began to eat it again.

He ate slowly, and by the time he had eaten all the food in his hand, it was already dawn.

Outside the house was as calm as usual, as if it was no different from any other morning.

Finally, he got up, opened the door, and walked out slowly.