If he didn't teach Fu Xiaowa once, he would be pumped to death, and that day, he estimated that he died more than a dozen times.

After making Hu Guan angry half to death, Fu Xiaowa finally successfully left the museum with a little bit of achievement.

Fu Xiaowa has been on the mountain all year round, and he has some knowledge of some herbs, and he also knows a scattered earthwork. There may be some herbs around Youth Town, but it is very difficult for the snow-covered season.

The sky is dark, the cold winter night envelops the entire Qingniu Town, the night, the darkness is deep, the darkness is silent, Fu Xiaowa is walking in the snow step by step, the snow over the knees, making it extremely difficult for people to move forward.

Out of the town, even the last bit of light was gone, it was just a pitch black outside the wilderness, a cruel cold wind, dark and eerie, and terrifyingly cold.

Such tranquility makes people's hearts hairy, in this cold night, in the deserted wilderness. At this time, it is most suitable for people to hide in the ambiguous quilt and fall asleep, rather than crawling outside the wilderness in this dark night.

Fu Xiaowa's feet and hands were already cold, he tripped over the roots of the tree, he got up again and again, and walked forward on the knee-high snow

With the faint light of the torches, Fu Xiaowa groped for all kinds of grass on the ground with his bare hands on the snow, and the extreme cold from the thick snow went straight to his heart. The snow is very thick, so you have to dig open the snow surface to find the rhizomes of the herbs under the snow, and put it in your mouth to bite if you are not sure, and all kinds of bitterness will permeate.

Fu Xiaowa trembled and searched for a long time on the mountains, and with his rich experience, he really found a few herbs to cure diseases. The homemade pine oil torch was almost finished, Fu Xiaowa exhaled a breath of white air, stuffed the herbs into his arms, and prepared to go back.

The night was still dark, and there was not even a starry sky in the sky, and it was so cold that even the crow didn't bother to come out and wail. In the whole quiet barren mountains, there is only the sound of Fu Xiaowa stepping on the snow.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement in the darkness ahead, which made Fu Xiaowa's spirit tense, yes, there was indeed some noise.

Fu Xiaowa couldn't help but clench the fire grip in his hand, although this was not a sword and could not bring him much protection, but he still hoped to seek a sense of security from this small movement.

A black wriggling mass in the darkness may be a beast on this mountain range, Fu Xiaowa looked at the black object with fear, at this time, a groan came from the mass of objects, it was a person, and it was an injured person.

It's a person, the little frog's panic naturally dissipated, Fu Xiaowa struggled to straddle the knee-high snow, he didn't have time to think about why there were injured people in this dark barren mountain, and only one thought of saving people appeared at this time.

Before coming to the man, through the faint light of the torch, Fu Xiaowa could see that this was an old man, seriously injured, and the snow on the ground had been dyed red.

With such a serious injury, Fu Xiaowa was also helpless.

Suddenly, a pair of dark green eyes, which were the eyes of the old man opened, like a terrifying ghost in hell, the old man's hand was like lightning, quickly grabbed Fu Xiaowa's neck, Fu Xiaowa suddenly couldn't breathe, he couldn't see that such a dying person would have such strength, the old man lifted Fu Xiaowa off the ground with one hand, Fu Xiaowa kept rubbing his feet, I don't know if it was difficult to breathe or wanted to break free.

"If you want my black life, it's not so easy, die!!" The old man was disheveled and his face was hideous.

In fact, the frog forgets that sometimes man is more terrible than wild beasts.

Fu Xiaowa's struggle was getting weaker and weaker, and seeing that he was about to lose his breath, Hei Xu let go, and Fu Xiaowa fell to the ground, panting and coughing loudly.

The black man clutched his chest, and his voice was cold, as if he came from hell: "Why did they send you here, say it quickly, or I will let you know what life is better than death!"

"I'm just a subordinate, uncle spares my life, I'm just collecting medicine on this mountain, really, really, really!" Fu Xiaowa was already frightened, and he couldn't give up, how would he know that he would encounter such a danger in this wilderness, he was a child, he knelt on the ground tremblingly and kowtowed like a green onion. ...,

At this time, the black man found that it was a child, not the one who pursued him, but there was no distortion in this matter, in case the pursuer found this child, he would know that he had been here, although the probability was very small, but he would not let any of these chances exist, and this child was just a grass for him who was like a murderer, and even grass was not as good.

Hei Sha took out a dagger from his arms, and his voice was deep: "Child, it's weird, I can only blame you for being born at the wrong time, when you get to the underworld, find a good family in the next life, and vote!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm just a subordinate!" Fu Xiaowa was frightened.

"Go in peace!" said Blacksha, raising his dagger.

Fu Xiaowa hurriedly turned his head and fled, but how to escape the black martial arts, he was grabbed by the back of his neck in two clicks, and was picked up like a kitten, the dagger still quenched blue light in the dark night, and slowly placed it on Fu Xiaowa's neck......

Fu Xiaowa closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the impending bad luck.

Plop!

A mouthful of blood came out of the black mouth, so that he couldn't carry out this action, slowly, he slowly fell down, and Fu Xiaowa slowly collapsed on the ground.

Fu Xiaowa, who was paralyzed on the ground, was already in a state of his mind, his hands were trembling, he regained a trace of consciousness, and quickly retreated away from the black body.

Fu Xiaowa breathed heavily, in the woods of this dark winter night, the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, only the sound of the heart beating violently. He was very afraid, never all afraid, that was just the psychology of a child, that just a thousand even, he was going to die, yes, he had never died so close, this is not an ordinary person's psychology can bear.

After a long time, he suppressed the panic in his heart, and carefully checked the body, the black demon fell motionless on the snow, the little frog groped for the dagger on the ground, held it tightly in his hand, and his hand kept trembling, hoping that the dagger would bring him a sense of security, in fact, if the black demon was not injured, this dagger could only be an ornament.

At this moment, Fu Xiaowa's dagger is in his hand, and the black evil is motionless, like this dagger, as long as it is placed on his neck, as he thinks, with a light touch, it can be ended.

But the little frog had never killed anyone, and would never kill anyone, he stood up tremblingly, and his eyes did not leave Heisha's body for a moment, for fear that Heisha would bounce up again and kill him.

He was going to leave now, to get out of this dangerous place quickly, man was indeed more terrible than a beast. Fu Xiaowa flinched, not daring to turn his head, his eyes kept staring at the black sha, holding the dagger in both hands and trembling constantly, as soon as he turned around, he ran away violently, running without his life, how much strength and how much strength, how many times in a person's life, how many times would there be such a chance to escape from death, not much, really, maybe hundreds of them in front of him had died.

He ran lifelessly, in the darkness, the trees of the winter night were as eerie as ghosts, his feet were broken, he was still running, his hands were bloody, he was still running.

It wasn't until he ran a lap that he returned to the side of the black sha, and he didn't know the way, but ran back again.

Fu Xiaowa gasped, and touched the black sha with his toes tremblingly, without any movement, he magnified a little bold, and probed his hand in front of the black devil's nose, and gasped.

It was pitch black and extremely cold all around, and if this person was left here for a night, he would not have used a dagger at all, and it would be impossible for him to live.

Fu Xiaowa strengthened his courage, used his thin body to carry the black sha, and staggered through the knee-high snow, all around him was pitch black, he didn't know how many times he had fallen, his knees and hands were full of wounds.

Finally let him find a cave, it is not easy to find a cave on such a mountain, Fu Xiaowa dragged the black devil into the cave, found some branches and dry leaves, laid out, and put people on it.

He fumbled for some herbs in his bosom, many of which were to stop bleeding, and he pounded them with stones and applied them to the black wounds.

Before leaving, he hid the entrance of the cave well with a branch, and then left in the dark. ``