Ning Yao felt incredibly annoyed and retorted rudely to the woman, "Are you fucking crazy? What did I do to offend you? Why are you trying to ruin me like this? This is so unlucky!"
Out of the corner of her eye, she no longer concealed her talents.
He forcefully broke free from the woman, then kicked each of the two men who pounced on him, sending them flying far away.
Both men coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, their fate unknown.
Ning Yao didn't want to get involved in this matter, but since she was dragged into it, she wouldn't hold back.
"You still want to catch me? You're asking for death!" Ning Yao's fierce expression intimidated the man and the woman beside him.
Seeing this, the remaining gang leader realized they had messed with a tough opponent and tried to run away.
How could Ning Yao just let him leave like that?
The man was fast, but Ning Yao was even faster.
A ghostly figure blocked his path.
"You just asked me to stay, why are you leaving again?"
The man was somewhat unwilling and retreated step by step.
With nowhere left to retreat, he picked up a stick and swung it at Ning Yao.
"Young master, be careful! He knows kung fu!"
Ning Yao sneered, "Who doesn't know kung fu?"
She fought the man with her bare hands until he was forced to retreat, and finally stomped on his chest, mocking, "You know kung fu, but not much."
Of the three men, two were unconscious, and one was beaten half to death, yet he still glared fiercely at Ning Yao.
Ning Yao grew impatient with his stare, so she reached behind her and grabbed two bamboo skewers, sticking them into his eyes.
The man screamed in agony, and Ning Yao knocked him unconscious with a single chop to the neck.
"Great, now we can't see it."
Then she pulled out a rope, tied the three men up, and bound them to a nearby pillar: "Good luck to you!"
After saying that, she turned and left, passing the woman without even glancing at her.
The woman, on the other hand, sat slumped on the ground, watching Ning Yao's retreating figure, her eyes flickering.
She glanced back at the bound man, as if she had made up her mind, then got up and chased after Ning Yao.
Ning Yao knew that someone was following her.
She was so angry that she didn't want to pay any attention to it.
After all, in that situation, if she hadn't been able to protect herself, an ordinary person would most likely have lost their life if they had been entangled with her.
Ning Yao genuinely couldn't bring herself to like this woman who was even taller than her.
But the woman behind her seemed tireless, following Ning Yao at a leisurely pace.
If Ning Yao walks fast, she walks fast too; if Ning Yao walks slowly, she walks slowly too.
The two walked for almost half a day in the cold winter.
The woman behind him screamed again: "My lord, save me!"
Ning Yao turned around and saw that she had fallen into the tiger's mouth again.
This time, a dozen or so refugees appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the woman.
Ning Yao observed that they were completely different from the three men in the dilapidated temple.
These refugees included men and women, young and old, and they looked like a family.
At this critical juncture, the chances of being attracted to a woman's appearance are very small.
Ning Yao sighed. Even in a world where the strong prey on the weak, cannibalism is still an act that goes against the natural order.
She didn't believe in ghosts or supernatural powers, but at this moment she couldn't help but think that the severe drought in Yan was already a natural disaster, and that being able to avoid cannibalism among fellow countrymen was a good deed.
Ning Yao quickly took out a few cakes from the secret realm, threw them in front of her, and shouted a few words.
"There's food!"
"Run!"
The refugees rushed toward the food, while she grabbed the woman's hand and ran for their lives.
In the midst of my busy schedule, I glanced at where the two were holding hands.
Such big hands! No wonder he's tall and has a large frame!
She can fly, but she can't carry someone who weighs so much more than her!
The two of them ran until their legs were almost broken before they finally stopped.
The cold wind rushed into my throat and lungs, causing a burning pain.
Ning Yao felt incredibly frustrated; she had never felt this frustrated in either of her two lifetimes.
"You're safe now, you can go now, don't follow me anymore."
After saying that, Ning Yao handed her two more pancakes.
The woman didn't take it, but just blinked and swallowed hard as she looked at the pancake in her hand.
Ning Yao roughly shoved the pancake into her hand: "Take it! Don't follow me anymore!"
The woman stared blankly at her, holding the pancake.
Ning Yao suddenly realized that this woman was strangely beautiful.
Her small face, no bigger than the palm of her hand, was slightly covered in dust.
Her black hair, which had been half-tied up with a hairpin, came loose and cascaded down her back as she ran.
Unlike the traditional thin eyebrows of women, these are rather bold and heroic sword-shaped eyebrows, which, when paired with a pair of phoenix eyes, look perfectly harmonious.
Her face lost some of its feminine grace and gained more of a cold and alluring charm.
The person's gender is indistinguishable.
At this moment, her thin lips were tightly pursed, as if she didn't really want to listen to Ning Yao's words.
"My young husband..."
Ning Yao made a stop gesture: "I'm not some little husband, don't call me that. I told you not to follow me, and I won't take you with me anymore. Here's the food, good luck to you from now on!"
He rubbed the soot off his face twice and then smeared it on the woman's face.
The woman's face, already covered in dust, instantly turned pitch black.
Ning Yao left alone.
The woman stopped talking, wiped the soot off her face, and watched Ning Yao leave.
Ning Yao, who had left, originally intended to continue using her lightness skill to catch up with the main group.
But the more she walked, the more she felt something was wrong.
Although the original work only briefly mentions the three-year drought, it is said that the most difficult time was passed smoothly.
But now Ning Yao discovers that the mountains and fields are covered with animal carcasses.
From small birds and pheasants to large roe deer and wild boars, they all lay stiff and lifeless in the withered forest, and the carcasses even spread onto the roads.
If they had simply starved to death due to drought, they shouldn't be here.
Animals are most sensitive to natural disasters.
Before a natural disaster strikes, they will only migrate to safer places.
In the event of a drought, only by going deep into the mountains can one ensure a sufficient water supply.
It makes no sense that they would all rush out of the mountains and die in densely populated areas.
There is another rather puzzling question.
With so many animal carcasses, none of them decayed and all preserved intact, why would those refugees choose to prey on people rather than eat these animals?
Moreover, the number of corpses of refugees was increasing, making it a living hell.
Ning Yao couldn't understand it.
“It’s a plague,” the woman’s clear, slightly hoarse voice rang out.
Ning Yao looked up and frowned instantly.
"It's you again? You're like a persistent ghost!"
The woman seemed completely unaffected by Ning Yao's dislike.
She looked up at the mountains not far away: "There's an epidemic in the mountains, and all the animals have escaped. Plus, the weather is cold now, which isn't conducive to the spread of the disease, so it hasn't spread yet."
"It's not that no one eats them; quite a few people have eaten them and more or less contracted the disease."
Ning Yao's thoughts were drawn in by her: "You mean, the refugees didn't just starve or freeze to death, but also died from disease?"
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