The fine hairs on Qing Liang's back were all blown up, and the cold sweat evaporated from his head when the night wind blew, causing him to shiver firmly. He seemed to realize something, but couldn't believe it, he staggered back two steps, and sat down on the ground.
At this time, a thunderbolt fell down, like a sharp weapon, across the night sky suddenly, and after a while, as if suppressing some ominous thunder, it rumbled from the depths of the earth.
No one has ever heard this kind of thunder like midsummer in such a cold weather. Qing Liang suspected that it was foreshadowing something. He suddenly rolled and scrambled from the ground, and strode towards the last On the tower of the outer gate, he looked down anxiously, but in the gloomy night, he couldn't see anything.
The sky was getting more and more solemn, Changan was hanging on the vines on the almost vertical mountain wall, his consciousness was already a little drowsy, the earth-shattering thunder just woke him up, he was shocked, and then he felt that his hands were a little loose, Almost broke out in a cold sweat.
The blush on Chang An's face had faded, and for some reason, it was as pale as porcelain with dull luster.
His chest rose and fell violently for a while, every heartbeat seemed to skip, and the whole chest kept rising and falling, which made Chang An feel a little out of breath.
He closed his eyes, wrapped the vines around his body, and pinched the ring finger of the other hand with his uninjured hand—this was the method A Ye told him, and he didn't know whether it really worked or it was his psychological effect. After a while, Chang An seemed to feel better.
He opened his eyes, moved his numb shoulders and chest slightly, and continued to climb up without saying a word. He didn't even look down at the pool of water that almost killed him again.
Then, fine rain fell.
The winter near the sea is much better than the inland one, but it is still cold after all, and the cold raindrops are falling finely, as if mixed with ice, hitting the skin, and people are frozen unconscious after a while.
Chang An ignored it, and he hung on the cliff for a whole night in such a cold night, until the rain stopped at some point, the clouds dispersed, and at dawn the next day, his hands grabbed the top of the cliff for the first time. stones.
The bruises all over Chang An's body even scratched a piece of skin on the tip of his chin. He could barely bear the strength and tried three or four times before he climbed up on the ground with both hands and feet. A long scratch was scratched on his wrist. The moment his legs touched the ground, he fell to the ground and couldn't move, and he didn't even have the strength left to untie the vines.
He curled up the vine as thick as an adult's wrist, curled up unconsciously, and lay on the soft mud, a slightly fishy smell of mud poured into his sense of smell that was about to fail.
Chang An felt that he was so exhausted that he could almost fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
But he didn't close his eyes.
He didn't want to know the consequences of closing his eyes here. Chang An slowly adjusted his breathing. After exhaling ten times, he drew out the small knife at his waist and followed the veins of the vines to draw them out bit by bit. He cut off his body, and then used his hands and feet at the same time to support himself from the ground staggeringly, but before he could stand up, his feet softened and he fell back again.
"I'm really like a dead dog." Chang'an thought rather self-deprecatingly. His uninjured hand was propped on the ground, and the other was curled up by his side. After a while, it was painful, but at this time, the pain was good, so that he would not be numb.
He fell on the ground, panting heavily, and the breath he exhaled was trembling. Anyone who saw him like this would feel that he had no strength left.
But how can people have no strength? Chang An always thought this way, even when he fell into such a miserable situation - he still didn't feel that he was in a desperate situation, he still felt... as long as he didn't stretch his legs to die immediately, he could always squeeze out enough strength.
Chang An didn't know how long he knelt on the ground before he clenched his teeth again, which made his cheeks tense, and the veins on his neck were exposed on the surface of the flesh.
"Damn it," he thought angrily when he stood up again out of breath, "even if I have only one breath left, I have to kill that yin and yang thing, or I won't be able to close my eyes when I die."
This thought flashed through his mind so quickly that after a while, Chang An laughed angrily at himself. He knew that he should find a place to hide from the rain, take good care of his injuries, and then wait for the people on his side to come to rescue him. Kazuo should go back safely. With his tip-off, Hua Yi should know about himself approximate trace.
But he still couldn't do it, even if a thousand or ten thousand things were wrong, he couldn't resist his current desire to sharpen Jing Chu's neck. Changan felt that because of his temper, he seemed to have never done it since he was a child. A thing that is right in the eyes of others.
Chang An wiped the sweat from his forehead with his tattered sleeve, lowered his head and blinked, a drop of rain fell from his thick eyelashes, like a tear, and dripped onto him impartially On the right wrist that has no feeling and can't lift a little strength.
However, after a while, he lifted the knife and left with a blank expression, his face indifferent as if the injured right wrist didn't grow on him at all.
Let's talk about Mingzhu, the son of Budong who was with the army. He could still be called a young man who followed Huayi's side. By the time, he had almost figured out the cause and effect.
In normal times, with Hua Yi's meticulous thinking, he would definitely leave his enemy Bu Dong's son and Lu Da behind because of Kazuo. However, Hua Yi appeared calm on the surface, but in fact he was already in a state of confusion. Zhu has always been low-key, following him like a transparent person, Hua Yi actually forgot about him.
Mingzhu was so excited that he couldn't even fall asleep—he didn't wait for the reply from his father, Budong, who was far away in the inner town, and smugly mingled among a group of brothers who were sharpening their knives and preparing to kill the enemy, preparing to kill Kaka quietly. Zuo. Not only did he want to kill Kazuo, but he also wanted to make him die painfully.
In the middle of the night, he put on his clothes and got up, and the slaves under him pushed aside the temporary tent and let in his work Buduo.
Ming Zhu raised her eyebrows and asked, "What?"
His worker Buduo smiled and said, "You should have expected it. Lu Da tricked the gatekeeper and ran out. He should be coming this way."
"Cheat?" Mingzhu smiled suddenly, and said slowly, "I asked someone to deliberately release him with water, and the thing stuffed by the foreign envoy. Do you think everyone else is blind? If I didn't cover it up for him , how can it be so easy to pass the level?"
His Gong Buduo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "You... you are really in the same line as your father, and you are very scheming. It's just... aren't you afraid that these little tricks will fall into the eyes of the king?"
"Didn't you see that the king is almost indistinguishable from north to south?" Ming Zhu said, "It has been like this since I saw the note from the envoy. I suspect that something happened to the city lord."
His Gong Buduo was taken aback, changed his mind slightly, and asked with some concern: "Are you sure? That city lord is not a soft persimmon. He disappeared and fell into the trap." Opponent, have we encountered a hard nail? If we make a move at this time, what should we do if it affects the overall situation?"
Mingzhu and his Gongbuduo grew up together, and they have a deep relationship, but they always feel that his mind is a little unclear, and his words and actions are not organized.
But he still didn't want to hurt each other's face, so he explained patiently: "That's nothing. According to the news that came over in the past, the area they occupy is just the valley over there and the forest around Shanyang. How many people can there be? I can also estimate by myself, how many people are we? Besides, I heard that the leader himself is a sub-beast, so I also believe in sub-beasts. Is it comparable to our team full of orcs? The world is like the owner of Haizhu City How many sub-beasts can there be in general? It’s just a small detail, it doesn’t hurt the overall situation, you really worry too much.”
Gong Buduo of Ming Zhu felt a little relieved after hearing this, but for some reason, hearing the muffled thunder outside, he always had an ominous premonition in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.
On the second night, when the location of the legendary main tent was getting closer and closer, with less than a day's journey left, and everyone was getting nervous, Lu Da silently and deliberately put the tent under Mingzhu's water. , caught up with them, and sneaked into Mingzhu's tent, after the two of them made up their minds, Lu Da came out in disguise.
When he turned around, Lu Da's eyes were icy cold—Ming Zhu took him for a fool, and wanted to use himself to deal with Ka Zuo and the remnants of the Black Eagle in his team, so it happened to be the plan...he wanted to avenge Ah Shu and himself.
Hua Yi couldn't sleep all night, and finally fell asleep in the middle of the night, but he woke up from some dream. He sat up suddenly, his neck loosened, and there was a slight landing sound.
Hua Yi lowered his head, only to find that the beads that Chang'an gave him back then, which he had been hanging around his neck with a thread, broke at some point, and the round beads rolled to the ground.
Hua Yi's heart felt cold, and he stared at the bead, almost out of breath.
Afterwards, he put on his clothes suddenly, didn't care about the broken thread, just picked up the beads and put them close to his heart, and strode out, alarming the guards at the door.
Hua Yi's face was as heavy as water and he ordered: "Wake up everyone, I will give you a stick of incense time, gather at my place, drive all night, kill them by surprise!"
The guard was stunned for a moment, and quickly took orders to deliver the order.
Hua Yi put his hand on his heart and took a deep breath.
Unknowingly, he made the same movements as Luda... It was as if the things hanging on his heart could make people feel the strength from his weak heart.