The old man continued with a smile, and asked her how she felt with concern. Feng Zhiwei felt chills when she saw that smile.
She greeted the old man with a smile on her face, and hurried back to the back room, her fingers trembling when she pushed the door open, for fear that there would be two bloody corpses as soon as she opened the door.
The door opened, Ning Yi and Chun Yumeng were both there, Chunyumeng was so sleepy that he was snoring and drooling, Ning Yi didn't lie down, he was sitting, his shoulders tightened when the door opened, and then he relaxed.
Feng Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that the other party might still be searching down the mountain, and hadn't come to meet him yet, so he quickly walked to Chunyu Meng's bedside and shook him: "Wake up, wake up!"
Chunyu Meng didn't wake up.
She is good at martial arts, but she still sleeps like this in such an environment, needless to say there is something wrong with it. Thinking of the tea, Feng Zhiwei secretly regrets that she is still not vigilant enough.
Ning Yi said calmly from the side: "Don't worry about him, let's go."
Feng Zhiwei turned her head suddenly.
"When the old man opened his mouth, I knew there was something wrong." Ning Yi said concisely, "Most of the hunters in Jiyang Mountain were immigrants from the war in northern Xinjiang in the early years, and their accent was northerly. This person's local dialect shows his whereabouts, and his attitude is too generous."
This man even knew this, Feng Zhiwei was a little startled, quickly helped Ning Yi up, and shook Chunyumeng again, Chunyumeng seemed to know something was wrong, struggled for a long time to open his eyes, and said: "Go..." I fell asleep again.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him, and suddenly said: "Since you knew there was a problem from the beginning, why didn't you stop him from drinking tea?"
"Someone has to drink it, otherwise it will arouse the other party's suspicion and cause even more trouble." Ning Yi still had the same expression, without looking at her, "Are you drinking it? Or should I drink it? I don't think it's better than Chunyu drinking it."
Feng Zhiwei looked at him, this person's face was as elegant as a flower, and his heart was as snowy as ice.
"You guys go..." Chunyu was sweating profusely, struggling to wake up, he climbed out of the bed with the knife in his hands, and cut his own arm with the knife. When the blood flowed, he came to his senses, and whispered, "Go—I'll block it." …”
Ning Yi turned his head, looked at him carefully, and then said, "Okay."
He sat upright, and calmly told Feng Zhiwei, "Go from the back cliff, this cliff is not high, we can climb down, and people will block us in front."
Feng Zhiwei was silent for a while, took out the two pen monkeys, stuffed them into Chunyu Meng's arms, then without saying a word, helped Ning Yi up, and climbed out from the back window.
The cliff was slippery and the mountain wind was blowing. Feng Zhiwei grabbed Ning Yi's hand and carefully climbed out. She felt his hand was cold to the bone, and he felt her hand was hot to the heart.
The moss all over the ground was extremely slippery, and no one dared to let go. Fingers clasped tightly and climbed out, and half of the cliff was below.
Feng Zhiwei leaned over to look at the cliff, thinking that it would not be a problem on weekdays, but now that she is injured, it is really difficult.
Suddenly he heard Yaoyao's roar, it was Chun Yumeng's voice, pouring out grief and anger from the back window of the hut a few feet away.
The sound pierced the night like a sharp sword, shaking the gravel on all sides and rolling off the cliff.
The mountain wind was stronger and washed away endlessly, and the clothes were blown up by the wind and slapped on the face, which was heavy and painful. Some people in the house fought and struggled with their lives, and two people outside the house fell on the wet and slippery rocks, motionless and silent.
The wind was a bit colder than the ice cellar, and the hair of the two of them was scattered in the cold wind, cutting their faces a little bit, the sound piercing the heart, but in the next moment, it stopped abruptly.
It was as sudden as an explosion, and the silence was also abrupt.
The silence was restored on all sides, but it was a more heavy and oppressive silence.
Except for the sound of the mountain wind, even the sound of breathing seems to be frozen, Ning Yi lowered his eyes, expressionless, Feng Zhiwei turned his head, his eyes were bright.
After a while Ning Yi pushed Zhiwei Feng, signaling her to go down first.
Feng Zhiwei found a protruding rock under the cliff, moved her body down carefully, and then came to pick up Ning Yi, Ning Yi came down slowly, and when he was about to step on the rock, he suddenly leaned over.
In an emergency, Feng Zhiwei pushed his knee against the cliff wall with a muffled bang, replacing Ning Yi's foot with a rock. Because of the excessive force, his knee was bloody and bloody.
Ning Yi trembled, subconsciously wanting to shrink his feet.
Feng Zhiwei raised her hand and grabbed the corner of his robe.
"Ning Yi, your eyes..." She raised her head and asked clearly in the darkest night at dawn and the coldest night wind:
"Are you blind?"
Ning Yi's body trembled.
Feng Zhiwei put her knees on the cliff, looking up at him, remembering the slackened look in his eyes the first time he saw him in the cellar, remembering that the first thing he did when he met her was to smell the blood and fire, remembering that he didn't know his injury, remembering He had faced the eye gu once before, and she accidentally looked at it from the corner of her eye, and she burst into tears.
It was her negligence, since Chunyumeng was pulled away by Ning Yi to avoid looking directly at the thing, and was facing Ning Yi who was facing the upper eye gu, how could he survive
On the top of his head, Ning Yi had already calmed down, and said calmly: "It's okay, I know something about the origin of this thing, and there is a way to solve it, but it won't work for the time being."
Feng Zhiwei gave a "hmm", then raised her head and smiled, "Then let me be your eyes now."
Her tone was brisk, with a touch of calmness that she didn't usually have, and her soft words, like this violent mountain wind, knocked Ning Yi into a shock again. He leaned down and "looked" at Feng with a gray vision. Zhiwei, although she couldn't see that face, and what he saw wasn't real, but he could still imagine her expression at the moment, with her eyebrows slightly raised, her misty eyes reflecting the light of the moon, shining brightly.
This woman, the more she is in danger, the more she is more colorful. You can see her giving in, but you can't see her crying and confused.
There was silence above the head, Feng Zhiwei raised her head in surprise, Ning Yi had already turned her face away, and said, "Okay."
The answer was simple, but Feng Zhiwei felt that there seemed to be some special meaning in this word, but from her perspective, she could no longer see Ning Yi's expression.
"Be careful." Feng Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her arms to wrap around Ning Yi's knees. She was sitting under him. Only this position could ensure that the blind Ning Yi would not stumble on the cliff face. It was just like this. It was almost half hugged, her face was almost touching his leg—Feng Zhiwei turned her face away, telling herself ten thousand times to do everything right, but the side of her ears still couldn't restrain a suspicious blush.