Chapter 0122 Gear

The snowflakes were still falling, and there were more and more snowmen on the wasteland. Everyone was so cold that they hugged their arms, but no one dared to disturb them, not even the couple who didn't know them at all.

They were newly married and could be considered the ones who understood the two people's feelings the most, because tonight they also thought they would be separated from their loved ones forever. …

The wife put her head on her husband's shoulder, and the husband immediately hugged his wife tightly. They looked at the two people hugging each other. Although she felt very happy in her heart, after all, the person was not dead, but for some reason, looking at them like this, she could only show an expression of wanting to cry but not wanting to cry. *

Finally, Qu Yunmie let go of Xiao Rong. It was late at night, and dark clouds blocked the moonlight. Being so close, Xiao Rong couldn't see clearly whether there were any water marks on Qu Yunmie's face. Qu Yunmie silently raised his hand and brushed off the snowflakes that had begun to gather on his body. He didn't use much strength, but his movements were stiff, as if he was holding back his energy.

Xiao Rong let him move until the black and red palm passed before his eyes, then he grabbed it suddenly.

The skin fell off, the flesh was burnt and blurred, and the blood could not flow out because the blood vessels had been burned black.

Xiao Rong lowered his head, staring at the bloody and horrible scar. Suddenly, he squatted down, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and stuffed it into Qu Yunmie's palm. Qu Yunmie had put his other hand behind his back at some point, and Xiao Rong grabbed his upper arm and asked him to raise that hand as well. Xiao Rong did the same thing, and soon, Qu Yunmie's palm was full of snow.

The snow pile was slowly melting, and the snow water flowed through Qu Yunmie's fingers. After falling to the ground, it turned into a light pink color.

Xiao Rong didn't look at the ground. He pulled Qu Yunmie's arm and asked him to follow him: "Let's go back."

Qu Yunmie followed obediently, or maybe he didn't think about anything. After walking two or three steps, he suddenly stopped where he was and asked, "Is that person Yuan Baifu?"

Xiao Rong turned around and looked at Yuan Baifu's body, which was lying quietly on the ground, like garbage.

There was a foul smell in the snowfield, probably coming from the corpse. After being smoldering for so long, Yuan Baifu's body was charred on the outside and cooked on the inside.

People always have a resistance to the corpses of their own kind, and Xiao Rong is no exception. He frowned and said, "It's him."

Qu Yunmie: "Take him with you."

Xiao Rong looked at his expression and was stunned for a moment. Xiao Rong nodded: "Okay."…………

After that, they set out on the return journey. On the way here, the group of people almost drove the horses to death. On the way back, everyone was tired, so they slowed down a bit. Xiao Rong and Qu Yunmie rode together. Qu Yunmie wanted to take off his cloak and let him get on the horse, but Xiao Rong shook his head. He got on first and patted his back. Qu Yunmie didn't understand, but still climbed on the horse. Xiao Rong asked him to hold the snow to relieve his pain, but he had just thrown the snow away, as if he didn't care about the pain at all.

Xiao Rong watched him pressing his palms without changing his expression. He suddenly turned his head away, as if he couldn't bear to watch any longer.

After Qu Yunmie sat down, Xiao Rong said to him, "Stay closer to me."

Qu Yunmie pursed his lips and moved forward a little.

Xiao Rong turned his head slightly and said, "Closer."

Qu Yunmie hesitated a little, but still moved forward a little.

If they moved forward any further, they would be close to each other, really close like chests touching backs. Xiao Rong knew without looking back that there was still a gap between them. He lowered his eyes, stopped talking, and simply slid back with all his strength.

Qu Yunmie left a distance of a small fingernail between them at most. Xiao Rong bumped himself into Qu Yunmie's arms. For Qu Yunmie, catching Xiao Rong was as easy as catching a snowflake. He was just a little stunned, and then reflexively stretched out his hands and held Xiao Rong's arms.

Xiao Rong took a deep breath and spoke again: "Now cover me with your cloak. Once you're done, put your hands down and don't touch anything. I'll drive the horse."

Xiao Rong looked ahead. There was no word from behind. Just when he could not help but frown and wanted to look back, black cloth wrapped around him with a warm feeling. Qu Yunmie put his hands in front of his abdomen. Xiao Rong lowered his head and looked at the deformed hands, carefully checking every gap. After confirming that there was no air leakage, the hands withdrew.

Dongfang Jin had been beside them the whole time, watching this scene without saying a word. After waiting for a while, he asked Xiao Rong in a low voice, "Mr. Xiao?"

Hearing this call, Xiao Rong calmed down and said, "Let's go."

The horses started to move, and then trot. Xiao Rong shouted, and the horses began to speed up. The group of people quickly shuttled across the snowfield. The wind they brought changed the direction of the snowflakes, and the snowflakes danced in the turbulence, moving away from these people who were eager to return home.

Xiao Rong stared ahead, and no one knew what he was thinking. Qu Yunmie stared at Xiao Rong, or to be more precise, at the roots of his hair.

No, there are no injuries at all. …*

This is the border between Yizhou and Ningzhou. A hundred years ago, it was part of Wenshan County. Now it has become a no-man's land with a sparse population and inconvenient transportation. Since it has no strategic value, no force has come to seize it.

At about noon, Xiao Rong and his men finally returned to Zitong County. Ten hours later, the situation in Zitong County was settled. There was fighting in the city during the day, and people were raising knives at anyone. After receiving the news from Wang Xinyong, Qu Yunmie immediately chased out. Without him in command, the rest of the people could only listen to Wang Xinyong.

The problem was that Wang Xinyong himself was also seriously injured, and he had the will but not the strength. It was not easy to gather the rear troops who were almost driven crazy, and reorganize the central army and others left by Qu Yunmie. The Zhenbei Army was back on track, and Shen Yangrui had already escaped in the chaos.

Wang Xinyong: “…”

Damn it, I thought my luck was about to turn, but how come I took two missions, and both of them let the people get away!