Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 168

(2)

Time passed, and the two girls in the camp by the river waited for almost a day and a night. Just then at midnight, they saw a few scarred travelers coming here through the dense forest beside the road.

Zhao Xiaomei counted the heads a few feet away, and was surprised to find that only three people had returned, so she buried her doubts in her heart.Later, after asking Zhao Kuo, I found out that when she stayed in the camp and dreamed of living, many life and death events had already happened in another place.

In fact, Zhao Kuo, Bai Feng, and Murong Yan could have returned earlier.It's just that he was afraid of the blood all over his body, so he didn't dare to go directly to the camp through the mausoleum city.In the end, they had to hide here and there, and took a detour, which wasted a lot of time.

It was also after the brief greetings from the siblings that the five people in the camp fell into a long silence in an extremely tacit understanding.

Some of them are preparing dinner, others are looking for a change of clothes.Even if there is only coarse grains and dry rice in the camp, there are only a few coarse clothes that Su Qing used to "disguise".

The three people who had just returned washed their bodies separately with the water of the river and stream, and at the same time left the slightest clues. They threw the "blood clothes" on their bodies into the fire and burned them to ashes, and then buried the ashes in the soil.Finally, they changed into some sackcloth clothes, and sat quietly on a few short buns to eat.

It seems that they still need to rest overnight to have the strength to continue their journey, but they don't know how long it will take for their thoughts to get out of grief.

After these things were done, they began to pack their luggage, intending to burn all the things they could not take with them before leaving tomorrow, which naturally included the big yurt in the camp that provided them with shelter.

Taking advantage of the nightfall, several people loaded things into the carriage one after another.In fact, there is not much to take away except what they originally carried.Among them are the double knives left by E Feiying.

The pair of knives have no name, and there is no special mark engraved on them.It's just that its shape is small and exquisite, and the blade has a very small curvature. It is mighty, but also a bit delicate.Now, it is not only such a particularly beautiful weapon, but also a relic of their special friend E Feiying.

Earlier, it was Zhao Xiaomei and Ajuan who brought the pair of knives back from the Dongcheng posthouse. Now that they knew the news of E Feiying's death, Xiaomei held it in their hands to observe it again, and her mood was completely different than before. different.However, she still had to ask her brother if she needed to bring such a thing.

"Brother, look, can these two knives be brought back?"

At first, Zhao Kuo didn't notice what his sister was holding. He just rummaged through things and replied, "Didn't I just say that you don't take useless things into the carriage. The road ahead is getting more and more difficult and steep. I’m afraid we won’t be able to move us by carriage.”

Before the words fell, the little girl walked up to Zhao Kuo holding the knife in both hands, looked at him miserable, and said, "Can I take it back..."

"Okay...you can take it back if you like it." Zhao Kuo sighed and looked at the young swordsman again.

I saw Bai Feng and Murong Yan sitting outside the tent around the bonfire, the former was fiddling with his own gourd, drinking himself to death; handle sword.

Seeing this, Zhao Kuo thought that Bai Feng was in a better mood before drinking heavily, so he joked, "Brother Bai, don't drink up all my wine!"

"This... This is my gourd... Hiccup... I count as much as I drink!"

"But I asked someone to serve the wine. Brother Bai never put wine in his gourd?"

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, I'll leave you some... hiccups." The young swordsman seemed to be intoxicated by alcohol, stood up and danced, pointed at Zhao Kuo and shouted loudly: " Now, I finally understand why Master doesn’t let me drink alcohol! Because drinking...it’s very enjoyable! Hahaha...If people are happy, they won’t want to move forward and find it difficult to enjoy themselves.”

After finishing speaking, Bai Feng took another sip, said "good wine", immediately grabbed the Longming Sword from Murong Yan's hand, jumped aside and played "Drunk Sword".

Immediately, the sword screamed "Tiger", and the young man's roar mixed with the pressure of the sword pierced through the air, attracting others to stop and watch.Suddenly, he inadvertently pierced the dead tree trunk beside him.The sword body got stuck between the branches of the tree and couldn't be pulled out for a while, so Bai Feng began to talk nonsense there, cursing into the air.

The Miao girl, Ajuan, saw that Bai Feng was so drunk in front of her, and she couldn't help laughing and said: "Oh, why does he look like this, he still drinks so much, he is still playing a rascal when he is drunk, if he stabs someone with his sword, then It's terrible!"

"Stop saying a few words!" Zhao Kuo persuaded in a low voice from the side, and then said: "Wait for me to bring him back..."

"Slow down!" Ajuan took out a sachet from the waist, handed it to the other party, and explained: "Let him smell the medicinal herbs in it, and he can't make trouble tonight!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Zhao Kuo went over and put the sachet in Bai Feng's nose. After a while, the young man passed out on Zhao Kuo's body, and the curses in his mouth suddenly turned into murmurs. up.

Afterwards, Zhao Kuo carried Bai Feng back into the tent, and Murong Yan and his younger sister pulled out the Longming Sword stuck between the branches of the tree, and then wiped it carefully before putting it back into the scabbard.

Almost everyone understands in their hearts why the young man who is usually extremely cautious in words and deeds would make such an ugly appearance, so they will not hold grudges about it, but because of this, they will have some dissatisfaction with the young man's chivalrous heart. a deeper understanding.

The farce here is over, and everyone gradually rests.

The night was strangely quiet, and even the usual chirping of insects, birdsong, and wind and grass were difficult to grasp clearly. On the contrary, what they heard most engrossed was the breathing of others besides their own breathing.Perhaps for the first time, they've been able to feel just how connected they are to each other.

It was not until the next morning when the earth greeted the first ray of sunshine in the sky that the gentle tranquility was broken.

The few people who woke up one after another awakened Bai Feng, who was stunned by the medicine and slept deeper than anyone else. They saw him holding his dizzy head and following the words of his companions, recalling the embarrassing things of last night.

Afterwards, Bai Feng just laughed at himself for a while, explaining that it was because he thought the gourd was filled with water, but the more he drank, the more drunk he became, and finally turned into a joke.It's a pity that when he grinned in response, the inexplicable pain in the corner of his mouth brought him back to the state of blaming himself.He raised his hand and touched the wound. It was a mark, a memory, a beautiful woman, and among them, there was a promise that he cared about for the rest of his life.

After burning that camp, they erased all traces of their stay here, and finally set off.

(End of this chapter)