In the shrine, a woman named Qingling was reminiscing with Granny Gro, while Loran Hill brought Caiwei to the yard nearby.
"Is this where Sister Jialan lives?" Caiwei walked around with a little curiosity, looking at the things in the yard.
"Actually, it's nothing special." Loran Hill asked Caiwei to sit down, then took out a wooden box from the house, which contained a lot of roasted pine nuts. After opening it, a fragrance emanated from it.
"Eat some. It might be rare here." Loran Hill put it in front of Caiwei.
"Thank you." Caiwei answered happily.
Chirp—
Just as Caiwei picked up the pine nuts and was about to peel them and eat them, a bird with light yellow feathers flew down from the wooden rack and landed on the table. It then knocked on the box with its beak, as if signaling to the girl.
"Do you want me to peel it for you to eat?" Caiwei asked speculatively, looking at the bird squatting on the table, which was slightly taller than her.
"Chirp Chirp" (You know it very well)
The Daiju chirped approvingly and was about to chirp again when a hand reached out from behind it, reached into its fluffy feathers, and directly strangled the fateful neck.
"Chiu-Gu." Seeing that the little guy still wanted to struggle, Loran Hill knocked its head again, picked it up from the table and put it on his knees.
"Just eat it yourself, don't worry about this guy." Loran Hill pinched Dai Ju's beak with a smile and said to Caiwei.
"Okay, Sister Jialan." Caiwei lowered her head, trying not to look at the cute fat bird, and then began to eat pine nuts silently.
By noon, Caiwei's mother Qingling and Granny Gro finished reminiscing at the shrine. They went to the backyard together and started making dumplings as a small celebration.
Then he called Loran Hill and Caiwei, along with the two birds, to have dinner together.
Everyone was having a great time during this period, and Loran Hill also saw a rare smile on Granny Gro's face.
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Sunset on the border of mountains.
In the wilderness, a group of evil spirits transformed from corpses are running.
huff huff
These evil spirits, like human figures without skin, covered with blood-red muscles, ran across the wilderness, their eyes flashing with bloodthirstiness and madness.
There were probably about a hundred of them, all on all fours, chasing the three speeding carriages in front of them, constantly spewing out bursts of hot air from their mouths, which was quite terrifying.
"Seventh uncle, what should we do? They are catching up with us." On the carriage, a young man in his 20s looked uneasily and anxiously at the evil ghost behind that was about to touch the carriage's harness.
"Throw everything out of the car and drag it as long as possible." The man driving in front answered calmly, and the long whip in his hand fell anxiously on the horse, hoping that it could run faster.
The rapidly rotating wheels are constantly bumping on the gravel and soil road, causing the car body to shake constantly. This will naturally damage the car body over time, and it may fall apart at any time.
But at this time, the two of them couldn't care less about so many things. It was good enough that they could save their lives.
The young man took a look at the cargo on the car, his eyes aching with pain, but he had to pick up one of the bags and smash it hard at the back to temporarily block the nearest evil spirit.
But once this demon was stopped, several others rushed forward like bloodthirsty hyenas. The rapidly moving flesh and blood crowded together, forming a dense swarm. Legs swung rapidly, leaving afterimages, while parts of their bodies lay with their heads draped over their backs, their maws gaping, their stinking, blood-red mouths filled with long, sharp fangs.
Seeing these vicious demons approaching again, the young man on the car started throwing goods again. Heavy sacks rolled off the car one by one, forming a temporary obstacle and temporarily retarding the attacks of these evil spirits.
But the wolves behind stopped and the wolves in front came again. After a long time, all the goods on the carriage were thrown away, but these evil spirits were still chasing.
The three carriages in the wilderness originally belonged to a small group of merchants. They had been following their usual route to the Youchi tribe, buying and selling goods to profit from the difference. Unexpectedly, on their way back today, they encountered such a large group of demonic beings.
The wheels turned faster and faster, and the wooden nails inside began to loosen due to the high-speed vibration. Without the cargo to support them, the carriages also became a little erratic while running.
Finally, while turning a corner, the wheel of a carriage ahead of them ran over a gravel, causing it to bounce high and then fall sideways. The horse pulling the carriage was also pulled sideways and fell to the gravel ground, leaving long bloody wounds on its body.
Seeing the carriage in front overturned, the two carriages behind it quickly turned around, barely avoided it, and continued to move forward.
"Save me!" Several people climbed out of the overturned carriage, saw the two carriages going away, shouted in despair, and then were overwhelmed by the bloodthirsty evil spirit.
Looking at the bloody scene behind him, the young man in the car showed an expression of pity, but at this moment there was nothing he could do. He could only turn around and pray that he could return safely this time.
After the sacrifice of one carriage, the evil spirits behind were finally able to leave a large distance behind, and the people in the two carriages finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Though we were lucky enough to survive this time, we must also erect a monument for Uncle Huang and his family and take care of their families when we return," the man driving the vehicle said to the young man behind him. Uncle Huang was the man whose carriage had just overturned.
"I understand, Uncle Seven." The young man replied in a deep voice.
"I'm glad you understand. Being away from home isn't easy. We were lucky this time. If we get into trouble next time, we'll have to rely on our fellow merchants to take care of us."
The two continued their conversation, the uncle seemingly teaching the young man the rules and traditions of the caravan. Just as they were gradually relaxing their guard, the group of evil spirits appeared on the road behind them, scurrying towards them, following the scent and traces of the carriage.
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