Pei Nansheng was silent for a moment. Just as he was about to call Zuo Ling, he turned around and saw Zuo Ling right behind him.
Zuo Ling's gaze was slow and vacant as she looked at each person in turn: her adoptive father, adoptive mother, eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, eldest nephew, second brother, second sister-in-law, second nephew, and finally her gaze settled on her grandmother.
Grandma's face was peaceful and serene, as if she were fast asleep.
I thought Zuo Ling would cry, but she only moved her lips slightly before silently walking to her grandmother, kneeling down, her eyes bloodshot, but without shedding a single tear.
He neither cried nor spoke, but knelt silently, his grief pervading the air.
Children are very sensitive. Grabbing her brother's hand, she pursed her lips and looked at her sister with a worried expression.
After an unknown amount of time, several muffled thuds came from afar, shaking the earth. Pei Nansheng's heart skipped a beat, as if something bad was about to happen.
Thinking of something, he grabbed Zuo Ling with one hand and Xiao Hao with the other, turned around and ran out of the courtyard. Zuo Ling was pulled so hard that she stumbled and almost fell.
Pei Nansheng ran and shouted, "Zuo Ling, wake up, wake up, wake up quickly, there's an avalanche, wake up quickly."
Zuo Ling was immersed in the grief of losing her grandmother and subconsciously followed, but remained unresponsive.
Seeing his brother's eyes bloodshot with anxiety, Xiao Hao shouted after him:
"Sister, sister, wake up, wake up quickly, sister, an avalanche, an avalanche..."
Zuo Ling still did not respond.
Pei Nansheng released Xiao Hao's hand and slapped Zuo Ling across the face: "Wake up! Do you want to die here?"
Xiao Hao had never seen his older brother so ruthless. Terrified, he burst into tears, pushing Zuo Ling with his little hands: "Sister, wake up, sister, wake up..."
Pei Nansheng struck hard; blood seeped from Zuo Ling's mouth, and a glimmer of light finally flashed in her eyes. Snowflakes pelted her face, making her shiver.
A huge shadow loomed over the entire village. Zuo Ling's eyes darted around. Xiao Hao was crying, and her brother was calling her.
Try to concentrate and silently repeat, "Go!"
The three appeared in front of the Doomsday Chariot in an instant. Zuo Ling's energy was drained, and he collapsed to the ground, pale-faced.
Pei Nansheng quickly opened the car door and threw Xiao Hao and Zuo Ling into the car, one in each hand.
He then jumped to the driver's seat, started the car, and it quickly took off.
Xiao Hao got off the bus without taking Waterfall with him. Waterfall was half asleep in the booth. Sensing the unusual atmosphere, he huddled under the covers and didn't dare to move.
Snowflakes fell from the sky, following them as the village behind them disappeared into the surging sea of snow.
The propeller swirled and whipped up countless snowflakes of all sizes, turning them into butterflies that danced in the sky, childishly and playfully obscuring Pei Nansheng's vision.
The doomsday chariot, like a snow butterfly king emerging from its shell, cleaved through thousands of snow butterflies that coveted its throne, roaring as it charged into the sky.
The snow butterflies pounced on them like madmen, but the Snow Butterfly King swung its arms, looking down on all living beings and killing them one by one.
Xiao Hao pulled his sister, who had fallen and was in a daze in the aisle, with one hand and gripped the table leg tightly with the other to steady himself.
The little boy's head was still a bit fuzzy as he tried to recall what had just happened. They were just in the small courtyard, how did they suddenly end up here in the Doomsday Chariot?
Feeling neglected, the waterfall leaped into Xiao Hao's arms, clinging to him tightly and whimpering in fear.
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong...
Snow Butterfly treated the Doomsday Chariot as a piano keyboard with incomplete scales, striving and desperately playing an advanced symphony.
The doomsday chariot drifted and struggled to the symphony, desperately trying to break free from the net made of snow butterflies.
The wind and snow pushed the doomsday chariot left and right, struggling several times before breaking through numerous obstacles and roaring away.
Only after the car was stable did Pei Nansheng turn on the windshield wipers to sweep the snow off the windows.
Travel forward for thirty or forty miles, find an open area, and land slowly.
After parking the car, Pei Nansheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It was too close; he almost got buried in the snow.
Avalanches are not natural disasters, but man-made ones.
He could tell that the muffled sounds before the avalanche were the sounds of cluster bombs exploding.
The Ding family blew up the mountain behind the village, triggering an avalanche in an attempt to bury them alive. If it weren't for Zuo Ling's spatial teleportation, their plot would have succeeded.
Pei Nansheng's eyes were icy. He grew up in the Ding family, and not everyone in the Ding family deserved to die. He only eliminated the ringleaders and never intended to exterminate the entire Ding family, but the Ding family members...
He picked up Zuo Ling, stared into her eyes, and said:
"Now is not the time for grief. The avalanche was man-made. The Ding family must have killed everyone in the village. They planted cluster bombs on the back mountain to trigger the avalanche and try to cover up their atrocities. Don't you want to avenge your grandmother? So many innocent people died in the village. Don't you want to avenge them? Being sad and grieving won't solve anything. Killing them to comfort their souls is the most sincere respect for the dead."
Zuo Ling's eyes flickered.
Pei Nansheng continued:
"Given the Ding family's nature, they will definitely go back to check if we were buried. It's not too late to intercept them now."
A crack appeared on Zuo Lingmu's face.
“I know you can hear me. Now, I need to be healed.”
Zuo Ling mechanically took out a pile of wound medicine, gauze, disinfectant, alcohol swabs, sutures, scissors, tweezers, alcohol stove, and other items.
Pei Nansheng took out a dagger, heated it on the alcohol stove, gritted his teeth, and cut open the wound on his arm, blood flowing down his arm.
A bullet was ejected, and Pei Nansheng broke out in a cold sweat.
Xiao Hao, with a serious expression, said, "Brother, I'll help you."
He had seen injured people at the Ding family's house, and he wasn't afraid of seeing blood.
Pei Nansheng made a lighthearted joke:
"Hmm, not bad, Xiao Hao is much better than his sister. Look how scared his sister is, she can't even speak. Come on, come on, Xiao Hao, help your brother sew up the stitches."
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