The luck was not too bad. After walking for a while, a pool appeared in the depths of the meadow, and there was a spring in it.
Ling Qingyu tore off her underwear, and dipped the cotton cloth in spring water to wash Meng Su's back wound.
The wound was full of fine dust, Ling Qingyu washed it carefully, cleaned the wound little by little, and then took out the medicine from his belt.
"Wait, master, wash it with this." Meng Su handed her a small pot.
Ling Qingyu took it and knew it was wine as soon as he smelled the smell, opened the lid of the pot, and said: "It may hurt, just call out when it hurts."
"I can stand it." Meng Su said with a light smile.
Carefully pouring the wine from the pot on the wound, Meng Su's body froze, but then relaxed again, and did not groan until Ling Qingyu finished wiping.
Ling Qingyu poured the medicine powder on the wound, and unconsciously praised, "He's a man!"
Asking him to turn around, Ling Qingyu took off his underwear, tore it to make a bandage for him, then looked at the big hole behind him, took off his cloak and surrounded him.
Meng Su didn't refuse, but hugged her into the cloak and said, "Let's go together."
Ling Qingyu nodded, and honestly hid in the cloak. She has no cotton underwear, only a satin robe outside, if she tries to be brave and doesn't take advantage of the heat of the cloak, she might get sick from the cold even if she doesn't die.
Looking at the sky and the spring, Meng Su helped Ling Qingyu to a corner of the earth, and said to Ling Qingyu, "Master, wait for me here for a while."
"Didn't you say you don't want to be alone?" Ling Qingyu asked puzzled.
Meng Su took off the cloak and wrapped it around her body, saying: "It's getting dark, I'll build up here, or it won't be easy to sleep at night. Don't worry, I'll be where you can see it."
There were some low and small shrubs growing on the meadow, as well as some broken mud. Meng Su moved some of the broken mud, built the corner of the soil higher and built it into a circle, and then took some small shrubs to insert On the corner of the soil, like this, from a distance, it seems that this place is just a small soil bag with some shrubs.
Meng Su picked up some dead branches and put them into the soil bag, then handed the jug with a little wine to Ling Qingyu, saying: "It's cold at night, drink something to warm your body."
His back oozes some blood again due to forced labor, Ling Qingyu shook his head and said, "You drink."
Meng Su smiled, hung the jug back on his belt, then spread his cloak with a hole in it on the ground, and said to Ling Qingyu, "You have a rest."
"What about you?" Ling Qingyu asked.
"I'll see if I can find something to eat," Meng Su said.
It was almost dark, and there was only a gleam of light left. Ling Qingyu held him back and said, "Don't go, I still have some dried meat here. Come in quickly, it will be very cold when it gets dark."
Looking at the sky, Meng Su came back and saw that Ling Qingyu had opened his cloak, smiled slightly, leaned over, and said, "Forgive me, it's not easy to light a fire here."
Ling Qingyu nodded, and when he leaned over, he surrounded the two of them with a big cloak. This place is already in the territory of Dangxiang, and it is also a plain area. Once the fire is lit, it can be seen from far away. If someone finds out, it will be troublesome.
It was completely dark in a blink of an eye, and the temperature began to drop sharply.
"Meng Su." Ling Qingyu called out with chattering teeth.
"Yes." Meng Su's voice sounded an inch away.
"Can I hug you? It's so cold." Ling Qingyu asked.
A pair of arms stretched out to wrap her in his arms, and let her sit on his chest.
There was no gap, and the space surrounded by the cloak suddenly became much warmer. Ling Qingyu sighed contentedly, and said, "Sorry, I'm a little afraid of the cold."
"Is the injury still not healed?" Meng Su asked.
"No, maybe it's a physical problem." Ling Qingyu said, and untied the purse from his waist, in which Yan San put jerky for her as a snack.
He took out a piece of jerky and put it in Meng Su's hand. Ling Qingyu took one and chewed it himself, and asked, "Can you find the way back?"
Meng Su stroked the jerky with his fingers, put the jerky into his pocket calmly, and said, "Try it tomorrow."
"I don't know what happened to Yan San and the others." Ling Qingyu frowned and said, Han Bian, who bore the brunt of so many horse and cow riots, didn't know what happened.
"Third Master has strong martial arts skills, so he will be fine." Meng Su whispered.
The two fell silent, only the sound of Ling Qingyu chewing the jerky.
When Ling Qingyu finished eating, Meng Su smiled and said, "I'll get some water." Wrapping her in the cloak, Meng Su came out of the bag.
The temperature outside was already more than ten degrees below zero. Meng Su was shivering from the cold. He ran to the edge of the spring quickly, pushed aside the ice floe on the surface of the water, untied the flagon from his waist, and filled some water into it.
Returning to the soil bag, he handed the pot to Ling Qingyu. Meng Su rubbed his hands, and when his hands were warmed up, he sat behind Ling Qingyu and surrounded the two of them with a big cloak.
There was alcohol in the jug, Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment, but still understood his kindness, the weather is too cold, drinking some wine can still warm you up, the wine has been diluted by water, it should be fine, right? Ling Qingyu raised his head and drank the water in the pot.
What Meng Su brought was spirits. Although two-thirds of it was washed with water, Ling Qingyu's body was still warmed up. He leaned back and found the most comfortable position. Ling Qingyu looked up at the sky and said, : "Look, Meng Su, the starry sky here is so beautiful."
There is silence all around, it seems that the stars are twinkling in the sky, and under the cold mist, it is even more illusory and moving.
"En." Looking at the starry sky, Meng Su bowed his head in response.
"I sometimes think, if you don't come back, we will always be on the Fengshen, and come back to Dazhou to play when we are free. It would be great if we can always be like that." Ling Qingyu looked at the sky full of stars and sighed. I won’t tell Yang Zhao, but tonight, I just said it to Meng Su in such a strange way, maybe because this night sky is somewhat similar to that of East Africa, or maybe it’s because of the strong alcohol that has been mixed with water .
Meng Su's body froze slightly, he didn't speak, but hugged her tighter.
As the night got darker, it became colder. Ling Qingyu subconsciously leaned closer to her chest behind her, unable to open her eyes.
"Go to sleep." Meng Su whispered.
Ling Qingyu blinked his eyes, then slowly closed them. Just as he was about to meet Duke Zhou, he heard a commotion in the distance.
Ling Qingyu shuddered, opened his eyes, and Meng Su leaned together to look between the bushes on the soil bag.
Under the cold moonlight and starlight, a group of horses ran over from the meadow, and the people on the horses whistled and chased the few people who stumbled and fled in front.
It was like a family, a man hugged a child, a woman led a boy, and ran towards the spring in a panic.
The pursuers behind were obviously teasing them, not whipping their whips on their backs.
"Still running?" Immediately one of them laughed, and then pulled out the whip and knocked the man to the ground.
The woman and the boy rushed forward to help the man up, while the horses behind them surrounded them.
There were probably hundreds of people in that group, holding various weapons in their hands, and the blood on the weapons gleamed dark red in the moonlight.
Bandits? Ling Qingyu looked at Meng Su inquiringly, and when he saw Meng Su's lips were tightly pursed and his brows were tightly furrowed, he turned back knowingly.
"Master, please, please spare the child!" The man knelt on the ground and begged the man on the horse for mercy.
"Don't you know how to run? Run!" the bandits laughed.
"Brother, there is a spring here!" A bandit rode his horse to the spring and said with a smile.
"It's just right, let's set up camp here." The head sand bandit said.
The rest of the people responded and got off their horses one after another. Some of them drove the family of four aside and told them to kneel there without tying them up.
Not long after, the bandits lit a bonfire, took out dried meat and wine from their rucksacks and drank.
The horses were scattered around, and a few of them approached the soil, and there was a strong smell of blood. Ling Qingyu frowned unconsciously. When he took a closer look, there were a bunch of human heads hanging on the saddle. Feeling guilty, he quickly covered himself mouth, and pressed the vomit back.
Meng Su hugged her tightly with one hand, and quietly took off the waist knife with the other.
Ling Qingyu pressed his hand and shook his head slightly. There are hundreds of Sand Bandits here, no matter how strong Meng Su is, he is not Yan San.
Meng Su patted her lightly, indicating that he understood that although the family was pitiful, he could not fight against so many sand bandits with his own strength, let alone Ling Qingyu was there.
There was a whimpering wind blowing across the meadow, which made the bushes rattle, and brought the scent from the campfire. The smell was very strange, not only the smell of meat, but also a cloying sweetness. fragrant.
Ling Qingyu unconsciously looked towards the bonfire, and saw a bandit pouring something like a leaf in a cloth bag onto the fire, and the bandits around were laughing.
Although separated by some distance, Ling Qingyu seemed to be able to see that the faces of the man and the woman were very pale.
Then they didn't know what they said, the man suddenly stood up, grabbed a knife from the bandit next to him, turned around and stabbed the woman in the chest.
Seeing him snatching the knife, Ling Qingyu said in his heart, but he turned around and stabbed into the woman's chest, and the woman fell down with a thankful face, she was not surprised.
The sand bandit whose knife was robbed turned the man over and snatched the knife, and cut off one of the man's hands casually.
"That's a good idea." The sand bandit by the campfire emptied the cloth bag, walked up to the man, kicked him, and said, "It's just right, I want to fuck a man today."
The man was rolling on the ground in pain, but he yelled at his son, "Bite your tongue."
"It's not that easy." The Sand Bandit had already lowered his body and pinched his chin and squeezed it violently, crushing his jaw. Other Sand Bandits had already surrounded the boy.
"They put epimedium." Meng Su drew his finger on Ling Qingyu's palm. These sand bandits must have just robbed a village. They are used to celebrating their achievements by releasing these things to make people more excited, making the next fun even more crazy and enjoyable. After thinking about it, Meng Su wrote again: Don't look.
Ling Qingyu withdrew his head and covered his ears, but he couldn't avoid the shrill screams and the triumphant laughter of the bandits from over there.
The young man had already been hung on a dead tree, and his body was stripped naked. Several sand bandits took a horsewhip and whipped him fiercely. Enter from behind in a prone position.
"A man's is tight!" the Sand Bandit exclaimed excitedly, and then twitched more vigorously, and at the same time hit the man's back with the back of the knife.
The other sand bandits also became excited. Someone dropped the whip, pulled the boy's legs apart, and rushed in.
The screams became more and more miserable, and Ling Qingyu's body trembled slightly, if they were also found...
Meng Su also retracted his head, and hugged Ling Qingyu in his arms, the hand holding the handle of the knife turned white.
The carnival outside lasted for a long time, and the shouts of the man and the boy gradually decreased, and finally fell silent.
Ling Qingyu raised her head quietly, and looked out through the gap, only to see that the boy hanging from the tree was covered in blood and had been stabbed countless times, his two chests had big holes, his face was already blurred, and the man on the ground His body became even more fragments.
After only one glance, Ling Qingyu turned pale and shrank back. These bandits are not human! This is not something humans can do!