Escape: I rely on the food exchange system to survive to the extreme

Chapter 295 Nightmare ()

"Why is it still quite cold tonight..."

Outside Ansui City, at a sentry post in an army stationed outside the envoy's tent, a one-eyed soldier in his twenties heard the complaints of the young soldier next to him and said:
"Let me change places with you. Your side is the windy side."

"Brother Wang, this is so embarrassing. You'll be caught in the wind too."

Looking at the childish look of the soldier, Wang Dashui smiled and said, "I am a local. Such cold winds used to blow frequently. It is like this in spring nights here. It is okay."

As Wang Dashui spoke, he switched positions with the soldier and stared intently at the military camp belonging to the Western Rong soldiers in the distance.

Looking at each other from afar, the flame of hatred in his heart couldn't help but rise.

"Zhang Cao, where are you from?"

Suddenly, the soldier Zhang Cao heard Wang Dashui's question and said, "From Li Su Mansion."

"Li Su Mansion, is it true that the Western Rong soldiers failed to break in when they attacked?"

"Ah, they almost broke in, luckily we were there with the princess and the others."

Zhang Cao was full of emotion when he spoke, and he couldn't stop talking.

"Cao Zhang."

"Ah~"

"How did you get into the military?"

"Ah... Isn't this a conscription?... In my family, besides me, there is my father, two older sisters and a younger sister. My father is old and in poor health, so I am the only one who came."

"Are you married?"

"No." Speaking of this, Zhang Cao smiled shyly and said, "My father said that he would find me a marriage partner when I return home~ By the way, Brother Wang, how about you? Are you married?"

"It's done."

"Ah~ Then you and sister-in-law..."

"She passed away. I was not at home when Xirong called. After I finally managed to survive and returned home, all my family members were gone."

"Brother Wang, I'm sorry..."

Zhang Cao was smiling just now, but now his face is filled with annoyance and regret.

Is he touching people's heart?
Zhang Cao couldn't help but raised his hand and slapped himself in the face, cursing in his heart, "I told you not to talk too much", and then carefully turned his head to look in the direction of Wang Dashui.

After a long while, Zhang Cao, who had been hesitating for a long time, wanted to say something, but he caught a glimpse of Wang Dashui staring into the distance. He followed his line of sight and smacked his lips and said, "Brother Wang, that's Xirong over there..."

"I know."

Wang Dashui spoke in a muffled voice, and he felt unhappy when he heard it.

"Once the princess and her friends succeed in the negotiations, there will be no more wars to fight~"

Zhang Cao thought what he said was pretty good, but what he got in return was Wang Dashui's words: "I haven't taken revenge yet."

Zhang Cao: “…”

"Um...Brother Wang, have you ever joined the army and killed any Western Rong soldiers?"

Zhang Cao didn't know how to comment on Wang Dashui's revenge. If he followed the other party's logic, wouldn't they have to continue fighting?

"I did, but...but..." Wang Dashui kept mumbling for a long time but couldn't come up with any reason. Zhang Cao didn't know how to comfort him. After a while, he suddenly heard Wang Dashui say, "Tell me, why didn't I die? If I died, I wouldn't be in so much pain."

A person lives alone in this world. What happens after taking revenge?
"Brother Wang, you can't say that. He's alive... If you weren't alive, how could you kill the Xirong soldiers to avenge your family?"

"Didn't you also say that the war would end soon? What else can I do?"

Zhang Cao: "Ah... then there will always be something to do."

Zhang Cao himself also realized that he probably really had no talent for speaking. He wanted to say something but heard a thud, and the person next to him suddenly fainted on the ground...

Some people fell into dreams and met relatives they hadn't seen for a long time, while others fell into other people's nightmares and couldn't extricate themselves.

Cang didn't know how many terrible nightmares he had that night. In his dreams, he was sometimes an old man at the border, sometimes a girl in a broken city, and sometimes a child who got lost in the chaos of war.

Every time, he either died in pain or watched others die in pain. The scenes were cruel and exciting. Even though Cang did not think that he was a kind-hearted person, he was still tortured by each and every one of them.

"How could I not hate it?!"

"Even if I have to fall into hell forever, I will curse you Xirong dogs to die a miserable death!"

"I hate it, I hate it!"

Cang woke up with a series of screams. He clutched his collar tightly and gasped for breath. The pleasure of surviving the disaster did not make him relax.

He looked into his tent nervously. For some reason, even though he was awake, he still felt that horrible sense of being watched.

Just like those people in the dream.

[You care so much about the innocent people who died because of your evil deeds, so do you want to hear the thoughts of the innocent people who died in vain because of this war? ]

For some reason, Mei Qian’s words yesterday came to his mind again.

"That's not the case, is it?"

Cang couldn't believe what he thought of Mei Qian's cold eyes and the words she said before she left yesterday.

Could it be that what happened last night was really Mei Qian’s doing?
It was just one night that Cang had already suspected Mei Qian, and Mei Qian had not slept all night. She looked at the incense that was about to burn out, and then looked at the group of undead who had caused nightmares for Cang last night eating, and then honestly left her answer on the paper she had prepared in advance -

[An Guo and Xi Rong will continue to fight until death, okay? 】

Below are [Good], [Bad] and [Don't Know]. Mei Qian found that some young undead prefer to choose [Good], while older ones prefer [Bad].

The most representative one is Wang San, who was the first person to give Cang a nightmare last night.

"I don't want my son to continue fighting."

Yesterday, Wang San saw his eldest son whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Not only did he lose one eye, but his whole spirit and energy was as weak as that of an old man who was about to be buried.

After hearing what he and his comrades said, Wang San could no longer bear it, and sent a dream to his son, hoping that he would live well. However, he did not finish his words, and he and his son hugged each other and cried for a long time in the dream.

"These wars are fought over and over again, and the children are all other people's..."

Wang San hated the Xirong people, but he loved his son more.

"You don't want your son to avenge you?"

Mei Qian asked tentatively.

"My son has been to the battlefield and has killed the Western Rong soldiers. That's enough."

After Wang San finished speaking, he bowed to Mei Qian.

Mei Qian knew what he meant, and added a stroke of the Chinese character "正" (positive) on the piece of paper where she meant "unwilling to continue fighting" (positive).

"Ahem! Qianqian~"

Qi Fei's voice came from outside the tent, and Wang San's figure disappeared instantly. Mei Qian saw this and said, "Come in."

Qi Fei just came in, her face full of curiosity and inquiry. She looked at Mei Qian and asked curiously: "Qian Qian, what did you do last night? Someone from Xirong came and said that the King of Xirong wants to see you."

"Why? He wants to see me, so I did something to him? Don't accuse me of something."

"Hey~" Qi Fei walked to Mei Qian, sat down, touched Mei Qian with her shoulder, winked and said, "Then I won't ask, just tell me~"

"There's nothing to say. Just tell him that I'm mad and won't see any visitors for a few days."

These few days, Mei Qian had to make sure he had more nightmares.

Thinking of this, Mei Qian's eyes were still on the Yingling rice over there while drinking milk tea, and then she lit another incense stick in front of Qi Fei.

Seeing Mei Qian's face reveal a bit of weirdness in the smoke after it was lit, Qi Fei couldn't help but shudder and asked:

"Qianqian, you're not going to let him die, are you?"

Mei Qian: Life is worse than death