He really is
Yingchun was sleeping soundly, smacking her lips, and eating a chicken leg in her dream.
"Ah——" a shrill cry cut through the dark night,
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"who?"
"Who is it?"
Everyone woke up in shock, while some people had not slept at all.
"It seems to be the sound coming from over there." Someone pointed to the yamen runners' side. They were separated by a door, and two yamen runners were guarding them to prevent them from escaping. The others were resting inside.
"Let's go and take a look." Zhao Wu and another yamen runner hurried over.
It was a mess over there, like a rat's nest had been broken into, with black rats of all sizes running all over Wang Kui's body.
Zhao Wu lit the oil lamp, and under the light, the gray-brown fur of the thing was outlined, and its small black eyes flashed with alertness.
Wang Kui screamed in pain and kept calling for help. The other people then rushed to pat him to try to get rid of them.
Those little creatures seemed to have really become spirits, and they actually dodged one by one.
Zhao Wuxin made up his mind and picked up the torch and rolled it over Wang Kui's body. The fire instantly ignited Wang Kui's winter clothes, and he screamed in pain from the burns.
At the same time, there were several small creatures on the body that were barking.
"Swoosh, swoosh"
"Squeak, squeak, squeak" A mouse left a puddle of urine on Wang Kui.
"Pa pa pa"
They fell to the ground, but ran away quickly and disappeared into the cracks in the corners of the wall.
"Ah! Ah!" Wang Kui's body was still covered in flames, and others rushed up to put out the flames for him.
"Ah! Hiss!" He screamed in pain again when the wound was hit.
Zhao Wu called the people from the post station to check his injuries, and asked others to check if they had any wounds on their bodies. In this kind of weather, any wound on the body could be fatal.
Wang Kui was the most seriously injured, with bite wounds all over his body. The rat's teeth were very sharp, especially the incisors. He was bitten on the forehead and was about to bite his eyeball.
It was also strange. The others were only bitten a few times when they were slapped, and the bites were very light. It could be said that these little creatures were just targeting Wang Kui, and they would rather be burned by fire than give up.
Several people thought of the black-haired rat that Wang Kui had killed in the evening. They looked outside through the window, but there was no trace of the rat.
Zhao Wu said solemnly, "It should have been carried away by those few just now."
"Really, it's become a spirit." Someone said.
Who says it isn’t?
An old man was applying medicine to Wang Kui. He said, "Don't mess with the rats here. In the past, some people even worshipped the Rat Hero Immortal."
A black-faced yamen runner said, "I've heard of the Yellow Weasel Immortal, but I've never heard of this Black-haired Rat Immortal."
The old man shook his head. "I don't know about that. Those who used to be here said it."
Wang Kui cursed in pain, and he was terrified, but he didn't let anyone off the hook. He cursed the man who applied the medicine and the dead rats at the same time. "Bullshit, a bunch of dead rats, I'll kill them sooner or later."
The two places were not far apart. After He Yingchun watched the whole incident, the first thing she did was to turn around and look at Wen Jingzhao.
Everyone gathered around to watch the fun, but he didn't move.
He leaned against the quilt, one hand under his head, and with the other hand he twisted a handful of beads.
The moonlight shone in, and the soft light sprinkled on his face, revealing a faint silver sheen. His outline was outlined in the moonlight with shadows of different depths, and he looked particularly peaceful and serene at this moment.
Wen Jingzhao looked over and smiled slightly, unspeakably gentle.
He Yingchun suddenly remembered that he had laughed like that during the day and said, "These things are so fat and strong. What on earth do they eat in this desolate place?"
Chilling. At this moment, He Yingchun was terrified.
She turned back and looked at Wang Kui who was still wailing, and the panicked crowd.
"That's enough! Go to sleep! Stop looking!" Two yamen runners came to guard them, and everyone hurried back to lie down.
The night was still long, and He Yingchun fell asleep accompanied by Wang Kui's painful voice.
What a satisfying revenge.
In the morning, He Yingchun woke up very early. She thought for a while, washed Wen Jingzhao's bowl from yesterday, put some water in it, and added a drop of spiritual spring water.
"Master, please have some water." He was very respectful, as if offering sacrifices.
Wen Jingzhao looked at her twice, then raised his head and drank.
The broken bowl in his hand seemed like an exquisite tea set. Wen Jingzhao was so elegant that he seemed to be still in the general's mansion. The water he drank seemed to emit a fresh tea fragrance.
The broken bowl was put back into her hands, elegantly, so elegantly.
Wen Jingzhao seemed to be in a good mood as he spun the beads.
There was breakfast in the morning, except for He Yingchun and Wen Wanrou.
Breakfast consisted of steamed buns, porridge and some side dishes. There was still no meat or fish. The porridge was so thin that even the rice grains could not be seen. However, the clean white flour steamed buns were already a good meal for them.
Su He gave half of the meal to He Yingchun, but He Yingchun thought that she could still survive with the help of external agents, so she refused to eat.
"Eat it quickly." Su He insisted on giving it to her.
Wen Jingzhao threw the steamed bun into He Yingchun's bowl with an unhappy look on his face, "Shut up and eat."
Uncle Zhang cut the steamed bun into two and gave one to Wen Jingzhao. Wen Jingzhao didn't eat it and walked out.
Helplessly, Uncle Zhang put the other half of the steamed bun into his arms so that he could take it out when he could no longer hold on.
After a long while, Wen Jingzhao walked in quickly, picked up the steamed bun in his arms with a wooden face, took a bite, and said, "Eat."
No one asked where he came from. Mom quickly looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. She breathed a sigh of relief and told Xiaozhi to eat quickly.
He Yingchun bit the dry and hard steamed bun, glanced at Wen Jingzhao, and quickly looked away.
In one night, he went from delicacies from land and sea to steamed buns and pickles, relying on servants for support, from heaven to hell.
She couldn't describe what was in her heart, she just felt a little uncomfortable.
There was no time for them to feel sad about the passing of time. The team set off. They did not even take off their shackles when they left, but left them at the post station. They felt relieved physically, but heavier in their hearts.
Unloading these things means traveling faster and the road ahead will be more difficult.
Wang Kui had half of his face covered and held a whip in his hand. Anyone who dared to look at him for more than two seconds would be whipped.
Many people cursed him in their hearts and thought he deserved it.
He Yingchun found an opportunity to ask Wen Jingzhao, "Is the black-haired rat taking revenge?" Wen Jingzhao did not answer.
"When one is beaten, the whole nest comes out." Wen Jingzhao saw He Yingchun staring at Wang Kui, and suddenly said something as he walked beside He Yingchun.
"Wha...what?"
"Black-haired rat." The whip wounds on Wen Jingzhao's body had mostly healed. He looked at He Yingchun, the servant he had only met a few times.
"Are you talking about what happened last night?" He Yingchun asked.
"This black-haired rat is a special species. It's equivalent to an eight-year-old child and can understand human speech. They have a keen sense of smell. If one of them dies, they can find the murderer by scent and then take revenge."
He Yingchun nodded, just like Wang Kui, no wonder that thing wanted to pee, it turned out to be a mark.
"They live long, reproduce profusely, and have a strong desire for revenge, so their descendants are endless."
One day there will be revenge.
They like dark corners and sneak attacks.
"Wolves are also very vengeful, but they always fight head-on and kill their enemies. They also obey the orders of the leader. Usually, once the leader is killed, the other wolves will lose their fighting spirit. But mice are different. They will hide in dark corners and will strike hard even if there is only one left."
Wen Jingzhao raised his head and glanced at Wang Kui.
The sun is actually quite good today, and there is no wind, so it is good weather for hiking.
Wen Jingzhao's lips curled up, but there was no joy in them. The sunlight shone on his hair, but he felt no warmth. His eyes were dark and hard to discern, his gaze cold.
If there was a SAN value, He Yingchun felt that his SAN value was dropping rapidly.
What did Wen Jingzhao mean by this? Black-haired rat? Give the enemy a severe blow? What did he mean? What was he testing? What was he doing?
Wen Jingzhao glanced at her fingertips, and the shared secret seemed to be about to burst out in the next second.
He Yingchun patted Su He in front of him and said, "Su He, the wound on my arm hurts a little. Can you help me take a look?"
"Well, okay, is it festering?" Su He asked quickly.
Wen Jingzhao grabbed He Yingchun and said, "So, next time you see a rat, don't think about smashing it to death. Be careful not to get burned."
After saying that, he fell behind and walked with Zhang Bo and Li Bin.
Su He helped her check the wound and said, "It's okay, it's recovering well, it's almost scabbed over."
He Yingchun nodded absentmindedly.
She turned around and saw that Wen Jingzhao was no longer looking at anyone but just walking forward.
She thought about the look Wen Jingzhao had just given her, which was changeable, and the look he gave her when he was lying on the recliner and asking her to read the recipe was completely two different people.
The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. No, I am sick.
You are crazy, I ask the earth, and you answer the sky.
She is different from others, different from Su He, Mum, and the housekeeper.
That day, He Yingchun followed Su He in from outside, with their heads lowered and a respectful look, but their pair of clear black and white eyes dared to look around.
Wen Jingzhao pinched the beads in his hand, raised his leg and walked forward, laughing at himself. Who could want anything from him now except his life?
It's another numb day. No wonder the shackles have to be removed. No one dares to escape on this road. The endless snowfield means death wherever you run. There is no conversation along the way.
The place where they slept at night was much worse than the one they had the day before. It seemed like they had temporarily found a place sheltered from the wind and set up camp there.
He Yingchun vaguely heard Zhao Wu and the others say that because of the previous mouse incident, they had wasted time and they had to find it later, so they had to speed up.
It’s too cold, really too cold.
Everyone huddled around the fire to keep warm, the weak flames swaying in the wind. Someone threw a pile of dry wood into it, and the flames weakened, then grew again, emitting a warm orange light, which became the only warmth in the darkness.
He Yingchun moved her ears. Her five senses were getting better and better. She seemed to hear a wolf howling, but that couldn't be it.
Maybe she was worrying too much because of what she heard during the day.
It's so cold, and there shouldn't be any wolves in a place like this.
A black-faced yamen runner suddenly came and asked who could cook.
He Yingchun's eyes lit up and she raised her hand, "I, I can!"
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