The surface of the cotton cloth that wraps around the body is stained with fine morning dew.

The sky is overcast and cloudy.

Raising his hand, the rain trickled down his fingers.

Water droplets fell on his forehead, wetting his eyelashes in front of his eyes.

Yougen was stunned for a moment before he heard a burst of snoring from the left side of his body.

Turning his neck, he tilted his head to the left, and when he looked down, he saw a large head.

The Chi Chief lay beside him, his burly body rising and falling between breaths.

Looking at the sleeping barbarian, Yougen was silent for a moment, frowned, turned his head again, and looked at the sky.

Several silver horses weave through the thick stacked clouds.

The drizzle showed the trajectory of the fall in front of people, but people could not avoid it.

"Me?"

Look at the slippery water between your fingers.

On Root's face, the thick, colorless lips slowly squirmed.

He muttered to himself, "Are you dead?"

"Is this the Netherworld?"

"Da, da. ”

As soon as Yougen's words fell, two slight muffled sounds came from the right side of his body.

Frowning, Arigen looked towards the place where the muffled sound sounded.

To his right, between the wooden erection of the carriage, on the protruding sitting, is a back dressed in a cloak and a hat.

Yougen saw a hand stretched out from under the hat, with slender fingers and thin palms.

On the back of the thin hand, under the withered yellow skin, there are visible meridians.

Holding a dagger in his hand, the face of the root on the white knife surface was elongated several times.

The dagger stood on the sitting, and the carriage, which had been a little bumpy on the dirt road, stopped shaking from side to side.

Liu Heng turned his head, turned his face sideways, and two red vertical rays passed through his eyes.

Hidden in the dark shadow of the cloak, the face turned sideways can only see a faint outline, and the prominent red vertical light is also like two starlights in the vast night sky.

The starlight is dim and dazzling.

"Bull's head, or horse face. ”

Standing up, Yougen sat up, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Bull head, horse face?"

The deep and clear accent reveals doubts and curiosity.

Liu Heng stood up, his strong and slender body, standing in the rain.

"Outside Yinshui Town, I know that those displaced people who followed you used to raise birds and wild boars, and in the past, you proposed to build a dam to cut off water and make fields, but now it is a cow head and a horse face, a yin cao underworld, and a different text. ”

Turning around, Liu Heng raised his head, and his handsome face was furrowed.

"You, really a foreigner?"

Lightning pierced the sky, and white light reflected the rain.

The roar that came with the light shook the ears and "buzzed".

At the chest, there was a faint tingling pain, and Yougen, who was sure that he was still in the world, frowned and covered his chest with one hand.

The silk cloth wrapped around his chest showed mottled blood.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

He coughed weakly twice, and only then did he raise his head, look at Liu Heng, and said, "What kind of place is that?"

Hearing this, Liu Heng's eyes narrowed, and the red glow that reflected through his eyes also disappeared in the darkness under the hat.

Around Liu Heng's body, the rain that had originally fallen vertically immediately tilted towards Yougen.

An invisible momentum, wrapped in rainwater, lifted the linen cloth that covered the top of the head and dissected the seams.

The rain hit Root's face and poured into Root's eyes.

Let the root blur his vision.

The wind in the rain blows on the face of the root.

The stinging sensation was like a knife cut.

As a result, in the rooted dantian, countless golden rivers of smoke surged.

A faint golden glow floats from the body with roots.

"Those words, including the so-called heterogeneous, were all learned by me from my hometown. ”

"My hometown is far away, but it's not a foreign land, and I'm not a foreign person. ”

The hunting wind blows the thick coat.

In the heavy rain, the Chi chief, who was sleeping on Yougen's side, rolled over, and curled up together with folded limbs.

He slept behind Yougen, like a young child still in his mother's womb.

There is a root facing the wind and standing up in the rain.

"If you're like that guy and think I'm a traitor. ”

walked to the edge of the car and stood less than half a meter away from Liu Heng.

There was a root with an expressionless face, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

"For the sake of your past friendships, can you let me go?"

The wind stopped suddenly, and the murderous spirit disappeared suddenly.

looked at Yougen who was standing in front of him, with a bitter face and a low voice begging for mercy.

Liu Heng was stunned, messy in the wind.

"I really haven't been to the foreign land you said, and I'm not a foreigner, you're really mistaken, if you don't believe it, you have a lot of adults, just let me go." ”

"You should be a fart, you don't have to waste your energy. ”

“......”

Silent, Liu Heng sat down again, leaning on the wooden pole, and pointing to the restored linen cloth on the carriage.

"Lie back. ”

"If I really want to kill you, how can I save you?"

"You are alone, you can only seal the Fa, you don't understand supernatural powers, with your cultivation, and your complexion and pupils, it is indeed impossible to say that you are a foreign person. ”

Looking at Liu Heng sitting next to the car bar, Yougen's face showed a faint puzzlement, and after thinking for a while, he turned around and walked back.

"That's, that's ......"

"What?"

"You searched the road five days ago, but you were there when we were attacked?"

"There were two forks in the road, and on the west fork, I found dozens of wagons carrying grain. ”

"Oh, that'......"

"What?"

Holding his knees with his hands, turning his face sideways, looking at the top of his head, he wanted to speak and stopped, Liu Heng's face showed a puzzled look.

"This cloth, it's time to change, it's all broken, can't you see it?"

“......”

The only hole in the linen cloth was facing Arigen's face.

The hole was just the size of a washbasin.

For the intentions of someone who placed the sackcloth, I really have to make Arigen suspicious.

On the carriage, a layer of linen to protect from the rain was added.

Under the linen, a bear hug rolled over and strangled the neck.

The Chi Chief, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly woken up.

The Chieftain's eyes widened, and he struggled to move the hands that were holding him around his neck.

The rooted arm is the equivalent of a barbarian child's arm to the Chieftain, but it is as strong as steel.

made him feel indignant, but helpless.

After struggling for a while, and realizing that it was futile, the Chi Chief threw his elbow behind him.

There was no movement in the slightest, and he simply put his feet on his waist.

Then, bursts of snoring came from his mouth.

"Uh-huh......"

Listening to the snoring behind him, two lines of tears flowed from the eyes of a tiger the size of a copper bell on the face of the chief who was holding his breath.

The rain disturbed the traces on the mud floor, and the winding and long convoy headed towards Yinshui Town.