Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

After shopping and eating outside for a while, Cheng Yao and Xiao Zhu dragged their tired bodies back to the inn to rest.

"Shopkeeper, I want two guest rooms."

Cheng Yao took out the money from her arms, threw it in the air, and fell steadily into the boss's hands.

"Okay, you two follow the waiter upstairs."

"Would you like tea and snacks?"

The shopkeeper asked more questions while making arrangements.

Cheng Yao touched her round belly and shook her hand with difficulty.

She was greedy just now and ate too much.

Now let alone tea and snacks, I don’t even dare to walk faster.

"No need, just bring some hot water for washing."

The shopkeeper agreed with a smile. Cheng Yao walked in front, lifted up her skirt and went upstairs.

The waiter took them to the door of their respective rooms, then turned and went downstairs to continue working.

Cheng Yao and Xiao Zhu's guest rooms happened to be facing each other.

It's better to be closer together so that we can take care of each other in case of any unexpected situations.

After Cheng Yao opened the door, she seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around and explained.

"Xiaozhu, it's getting late now. You should go back and wash up, and get some rest soon."

"When it gets dark tomorrow, I will take you to the Huichun Hall to have a look."

At this time, Xiaozhu had turned around and entered the room.

After hearing Cheng Yao's concern, he didn't look back and only responded in a low voice.

"I understand, Ayao, please go and rest quickly."

"……meet tomorrow."

Cheng Yao yawned sleepily, not thinking too much at all.

"Squeak-"

Some old wooden doors made a small protest sound when they were pushed.

The two doors were closed, as if an invisible boundary was drawn between Cheng Yao and Xiaozhu.

After Xiaozhu returned to the room, he did not immediately lean on the bed to rest.

He sat at the table and looked at the candle with tears streaming down his face.

The candle flickered from time to time, bright or dim, but never extinguished.

In the middle, the waiter came up and brought some water, and Xiaozhu cleaned himself up.

After taking off the clothes, you can already see less obvious spots and patches of color on the inside of your arms.

Has it finally... begun?
Xiaozhu's expression was pale, almost despairing.

It has entered the final stage of poisoning, and by tomorrow morning, his body will emit an unpleasant smell.

Xiaozhu couldn't accept himself like this.

He always likes to be clean, and even during the tense breaks of previous missions, he would go to the stream to clean the blood stains.

If he wanted to watch him become a living dead, it would be better to kill him with a knife.

Compared with his own demise, Xiaozhu was more afraid of seeing the look of disgust on Cheng Yao's face.

When he was in the market tonight, Xiaozhu kept a distance from Cheng Yao consciously.

He is just afraid that the other person will notice something is wrong with him.

"Ayao and I are neither relatives nor friends, and now I owe her a lot."

"It's also time for my wiser self to leave..."

Xiaozhu lowered his head lonely and murmured to himself.

After thinking for a moment, Xiaozhu took out a pen and paper and wrote down a few words.

"I'm thankful to have met you, so there's no need to look for it."

After finishing writing, Xiaozhu used the candlelight to lift the paper and look at it carefully.

I also felt that saying this was a bit too cold. Would it hurt A Yao's heart?

During this period of amnesia, Xiaozhu changed from a cold killing machine to a warm person.

He knew that Cheng Yao valued love and righteousness, so he was also afraid that she would be sad.

After thinking about it, Xiaozhu added a line of small words at the bottom.

"Ayao, thank you, but you may have to walk the rest of the way alone." [Smiley Face]

After writing this sentence, Xiaozhu's eyebrows wrinkled.

He seemed to be angry at his own stupidity and said with some annoyance.

"Idiot! Why are you writing this!"

"It's superfluous..."

After Xiaozhu came to his senses, he picked up the brush and erased the small words below.

But after applying it, an unsightly black mass was left on the paper.

"Forget it, just write another one."

Xiaozhu crumpled the ball of paper that he had written before and threw it aside.

He unfolded a piece of paper that was as smooth as new and wrote those few words.

Time passed quietly until night fell and the surroundings were completely silent.

Xiaozhu moved his already stiff body, endured the severe pain in his torso, and walked towards the window edge.

The cold moonlight poured on Xiaozhu's body, like a layer of frost.

Xiaozhu stood in front of the open window, letting the cold wind blow over his body.

The moonlight was like silver, illuminating the misty clouds.

Xiaozhu tapped his toes and used his strength to walk. Within a moment, he stood in the alley next to the inn.

It all happened quietly, and no one noticed his departure.

The consequence of forced exercise is to accelerate the spread of poison.

Xiaozhu held on to the wall and vomited a mouthful of black blood.

Then, under the cover of night, he stood up and walked towards the outside of the city.

He had to leave here before dawn.

After Ayao woke up and saw him disappear, she might still come out to look for him.

He had to hide far away and die somewhere no one knew.

Everything was quiet at this moment, everyone was asleep.

Xiaozhu was like a ghost that could not find its home, walking aimlessly outside the city.

He didn't know where to stop in the end, so let's go. When he couldn't walk anymore, that might be his destination.

The next morning, Cheng Yao was still thinking about Xiaozhu, so she didn't sleep much and got up quickly.

After getting dressed and washing up, Cheng Yao wanted to ask Xiaozhu to get up and go outside to have breakfast together.

"Boom boom boom——"

Cheng Yao raised her hand and knocked lightly on Xiaozhu's door.

After waiting for a moment, she received only silence.

Um? Could it be that Xiaozhu hasn't woken up yet?

Cheng Yao felt a little puzzled and raised her hand to knock on the door again.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Xiaozhu? Are you awake?"

"Get up soon, I'll take you to have breakfast."

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement in the room, and Cheng Yao couldn't help but feel anxious.

Could it be that there was an accident and the poison developed late at night?
Thinking of this, Cheng Yao felt that she could no longer sit still and wait for death, and had to go in and take a look.

"Why didn't you move? I opened the door and went in."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Yao opened the door of Xiaozhu's house.

The door was not locked and was pushed open smoothly.

Cheng Yao immediately ran towards the bed and took a closer look. The quilt on the bed was still very neat.

You can tell at a glance that no one was resting on it last night.

"What happened? Where did Xiaozhu go?"

Cheng Yao's eyes looked around the room in a panic. Her unfocused eyes were a little scattered and she couldn't grasp the key points.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from outside the wide open window.

The sound of paper rustling attracted Cheng Yao's attention.