The sun was rising, and the remaining cool air from the previous night had not yet dissipated. There were a few barely noticeable drops of dew on the withered yellow grass leaves by the roadside.
There was a thumping sound coming from the official road that had not been repaired for many years, and the sound of horses' hooves raising a cloud of yellow sand as they passed by.
The leader tightened the reins, leaned back, and urged the chestnut horse under him to turn around and walk back.
The two-wheeled carriage was parked at an angle in the middle of the road, and the wooden window next to the carriage was pushed open a crack.
The leader walked to the carriage and whispered in a rough voice, "Sir, there are refugees ahead."
A low, hoarse male voice came from the carriage: "Go around."
The leader looked embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, he pursed his lips and said, "There is only one way. If you take a detour, you will have to go into the forest."
The people in the carriage did not hesitate: "Go around."
The leader could only nod and say yes, then turned around and called his brothers into the forest.
Since they had entered the forest, they had to abandon the carriage. They untied the ropes that bound the horses pulling the carriage and helped the men who had been riding in the carriage to mount the horses.
"Brother Zheng, he looks so sick, I'm afraid he won't be able to ride for long." A man with a scar running almost all the way across his face rode closer to the leader. "Without the carriage, how can we bypass this section of the road?"
Brother Zheng looked at the sky, and still no dark clouds approached. He squeezed his horse's belly and whispered, "This is not something we should worry about. They only said they would send it over, but they didn't say whether it was a living person or a corpse."
Scarred man: "If I had known this place would be like this, I wouldn't have made this trip just for that little bit of money."
What they saw most along the way were not refugees but dead bodies, lying on the roadside like dry bones, with no one even collecting the bodies.
There were living people, but they were not much better than the dead, and they still had a breath of air left.
"We don't have much left." The scarred man swallowed, "I haven't had much water in two days."
Brother Zheng: "Have I drunk it?"
The scarred man looked back and said, "That person is living a better life than us."
The scarred man said indignantly, "His life is a life, but ours is not? How many brothers did we have when we came here? How many are left now? The little water we have left must be used on him first. How much dry food is left?"
"She is actually a rich lady, she can't eat this or that."
"In my opinion, we should just..." He pointed at his neck and said, "Just say that he was killed by the refugees. They haven't said whether he's dead or alive anyway."
Brother Zheng raised the whip and whipped the scarred man lightly. The scarred man did not dodge and took the blow head-on.
"It's true that we didn't decide whether they live or die, but if we bring them back alive, the price will be different." Brother Zheng frowned, "The brothers who died all have families, we can't let them die in vain."
The scarred man spat on the ground and said, "Yes, those masters have plenty of money and can use it to buy their lives. We poor people who only have one life left have to use our lives to earn money!"
There were more than forty brothers when we came, but now, at a glance, there are less than ten left.
In order to fill their stomachs, they would slaughter the horses and eat their meat even though they were healthy and well.
Even so, they didn't have much left.
But all the remaining things have to be used to take care of the sick one first.
The scarred man made up his mind that if they couldn't go back, he would kill the sickly guy before he died.
He stopped where he was, turned his head to look at the sickly man sitting on his horse, a flash of hostility passed through his eyes, then he bent down, lowered his head, and rode into the woods.
The forest had long been stripped bare by the refugees and had nothing to offer them.
The group wandered around for four or five days and drank up all the remaining water, so they killed a horse to satisfy their hunger and drink its blood.
But they still couldn't get out of the woods.
We went too deep and had no map or water to guide us, so we were just going around in circles for several days.
They didn't dare kill the remaining horses. If they killed any more, even if they walked out of the woods, they would not be able to walk back to the south on their own.
The scarred man approached the sickly man several times late at night. He wanted to strangle him, strangle him to death or stab him to death with a knife. It would be a clean and quick way to relieve the hatred in his heart.
That night, he finally made up his mind - seeing that he couldn't go back, why should he continue to serve this rich man's son.
This person has no more eyes or ears than them, but his life is not necessarily more valuable than theirs.
Killing him would be revenge for our dead brothers!
The pale-faced man was leaning against a tree. He was wearing a white hemp shirt, a belt around his waist, a crown on his head, and a pair of flying cloud shoes with cloud patterns all around. Even on the road of escape, he did not look panicked or embarrassed.
The scarred man looked at him, his heart filled with resentment.
Such people are born to be stepped on by others, and it has been like this for generations.
Even though he now lives in the wilderness, he still acts like a member of a noble family.
Scarface took out a dagger.
The brothers were all fast asleep, not because they were not alert, but because they wanted to save food.
Only in their dreams do they not feel hungry.
Kill him!
Scarface approached the sickly man. He didn't know the man's last name, let alone his name. When they received this "business", they only knew that this was a noble man.
How expensive is it?
Now you are not going to die.
Just when he was about to stab out with the dagger in his hand, something unexpected happened!
A beam of light came towards them -
The light made the place as bright as day, revealing his sinister appearance at the moment.
Scarface stood there in a daze, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground and stuck diagonally into the ground.
"Gods..." Scarface murmured, "Gods are coming..."
The light was blindingly white. It was definitely not the light from a torch, nor was it sunlight. It was blindingly white and pure.
Scarface knelt down towards the direction of the light. He had heard many legends. People in their line of work always deal with life and death, so they have to believe in gods and Buddhas. He heard that there was an old man who was helped by gods when he was at his wit's end. From then on, he became rich, and his descendants also enjoyed blessings and continued to live forever.
This light must be divine light!
This kind of light that can illuminate the darkness is not something that ordinary people can have.
"What happened?!" The brothers finally woke up.
The expressions on their faces changed several times, from confusion to horror, and then to awe.
They all believe in God, and always worship God before going out to do any work. If the year is good, they will make a special trip to the temple at the end of the year to worship and be the first to burn incense.
Scarface knelt on the ground with his forehead touching the ground.
He did not ask for fame or wealth, he just wanted the gods to lend a hand so that they could leave the woods and return to the south safely.
Even Brother Zheng knelt on the ground.
Only the sick child didn't pay any attention. He was still leaning against the tree and didn't even stand up.
But no one cared about him at this time.
Everyone knelt on their knees with their foreheads touching the ground, waiting for the gods to show them a way to survive.
"Look up."
A clear male voice sounded, and it seemed to come from all directions, making it difficult to tell the direction. Although it was not shouted, everyone could hear it clearly.
The sound was like the collision of gold and jade, and just by listening to the sound one could feel that the person who was speaking must have a mind as big as a mountain and be a gentleman as gentle as the breeze and bright moon.
Everyone raised their heads.
Can……
An old woman in strange clothes stepped out from the light.
The old woman was wearing a strange long skirt, which looked nothing like any skirt they had ever seen, but it had intricate patterns on it and seemed to be embroidered with flowers in complex and bright colors, which looked like real flowers from a distance.
At this moment, Ye Zhou, who was hiding behind the bushes, had no idea what they were thinking, otherwise he would have been shocked.
Cao'er's mother was wearing a beach dress that she bought by the kilogram in the supermarket.
The price is cheap, but the print is a bit tacky, with large expanses of peonies.
Originally, Ye Zhou had no intention of buying one, but it was so cheap that it seemed like he would be at a loss if he didn’t buy it.
It also looks a bit weird on Cao'er Niang. It may be a temperament issue. Anyway, Cao'er Niang looks like an ancient person when she wears a beach skirt, which gives a weird feeling of incongruity.
He had been observing this group of people for several days. This forest was connected to several mountain ranges and there were no roads. All the paths were trampled by wild beasts over the years, so Ye Zhou was very careful when exploring the surroundings before.
The reason why he was able to discover this group of people was because he was located in a high-altitude area, and he looked around with a telescope every day to see if he could find any potential customers.
But at the beginning he still didn't dare to contact these people.
Only after they had been hungry for a while and no longer posed much of a threat did he dare to bring Cao'er's mother over.
If he wants to maintain his image, he can't interact with these people himself.
Fortunately, Cao'er's mother is very talented in this area - she is simply a genius! In modern times, she would definitely be the management talent that the boss likes the most and the employees hate the most.
Even without Ye Zhou's instruction, she could teach new employees how to be disciplined.
As a result, new employees now bow to him when they see him. This is Ye Zhou's requirement. He can accept bowing but cannot accept kneeling.
Ye Zhou put down the loudspeaker and high-intensity flashlight and listened carefully to the movement not far away.
Cao'er's mother was very calm, with a smile on her face. She looked at the group of strong men in front of her with a kind look and said in a steady voice, "The immortal learned that someone was trapped, so he sent me to see what happened."
Cao'er's mother didn't think she was lying. She felt justified and believed that she was assigned by the immortal.
Everyone was shocked, but no one dared to speak. It was Zheng Ge, the leader, who pulled himself together and stiffly bowed to Cao Er Niang and said, "May I ask the fairy lady..."
The smile on Cao'er's mother's face became even kinder.
Oh, she is already a fairy.
But she remembered that she was following an immortal and could not deceive others, so she waved her hand and said, "I am not an immortal. I was also fleeing from famine before. It was the immortal who used his magical powers to save my life and provide me with food and clothing."
Brother Zheng's face was full of red light: "Is the immortal here?"
Cao Er Niang smiled and said, "The immortals are everywhere and know everything."
Cao'er's mother turned slightly and said, "The immortal has a cave. Follow me."
After saying this, she stopped talking to these people, turned and walked towards the woods, and light also shot out from her hands, but not as bright as before.
No one in Brother Zheng's group dared not to believe it.
They were trapped here at the moment, unable to move forward or backward, and their water and dry food had been exhausted. At this time, manna from heaven fell, and even those who did not believe in God would have to believe in it.
"Hurry! Hurry! Catch up!" The scarred man ran too fast and fell face down on the ground, but he didn't take it seriously. He stood up using his hands and feet, limping to catch up, even forgetting about his horse.
Brother Zheng was also excited, but he still remembered the horse and the sick nobleman.
"Horse!" Zheng shouted, using slang in his haste. "You forgot about the horse!"
He turned to look at the sickly boy who was still leaning against the tree trunk, trying not to look disgusted, and leaned over to ask, "Sir, shall I carry you to the horse?"
The sickly man coughed twice and whispered, "Thank you for your help."
Brother Zheng was a little puzzled: "Why didn't you kneel just now? If you don't kneel when you meet a fairy, you are not sincere."
The sickly man gasped, "I have to kneel down. I am too weak to do it. Brother Zheng, I can't stand up anymore."
Brother Zheng: “…”
The sick child looks like he's really going to die.
Brother Zheng thought of the silver, gritted his teeth, and squatted with his back to the sick boy: "Don't say anything more, come up, I'll carry you over."
"If the immortal is merciful and willing to save your life, it is also your good fortune."
Ye Zhou, who was still eavesdropping nearby, said: "..."
How to save? He has never saved a patient, and the people he saved don’t need medicine.
They all mean “food can cure all diseases”.
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