Quickly, I handed in the system

Under Sancho's extreme suspicion, the memory of the original owner was also stuffed into the brain by the system.

After sorting out the memory of the original owner, Sancho finally let out a sigh of relief.

Because there are no parents of the original owner among the people lying here, so she has less risk of falling off the horse.

In this plane, her possessed body is still a little girl, only seven years old.

The original owner was a little girl from a poor family. This time, the original owner's parents were not the best parents, but loved the original owner very much.

Unfortunately, the accident came too suddenly.

Because this is the plane of Xianxia, ​​the power of a person is magnified to the extreme, and when his cultivation reaches a certain level, he can easily move mountains and seas.

This is of course not bad for those who can practice Taoism, but it is a disaster for ordinary people who cannot cultivate Taoism.

Most cultivators claim to be righteous, and although they have the responsibility to protect the common people, they don't really think highly of ordinary people.

When a person doesn't really care about something and doesn't put it on an equal footing with himself, he ignores many things.

So while those cultivators protect the common people from evil spirits and heretics, they ignore them in a fundamental sense.

In such indifference, a fight between two casual cultivators can destroy everything that ordinary people cherish.

All of this naturally includes human life.

The ascetics of this plane will sacrifice their lives to protect the common people from evil heretics, and will also provide help to the people who have been invaded by evil heretics, and even help them rebuild their homes.

But they don't even look at the damage caused by the fighting of righteous people.

When such things happen, as long as the fighting parties are not demons and heretics, they will not be condemned by the outside world, let alone feel guilty for the damage they caused.

Because it's something that's so common to them, everybody, it's become the norm.

However, everyone is like this, which does not mean that this is right, and normality does not mean that it is correct.

The original owner and these people lying here were the victims of a fight.

The original owner and her parents lived in a small mountain village that couldn't be more ordinary. They worked every day at sunrise and rested at sunset. Although their lives were not rich, they were undoubtedly happy.

The other people lying here are from the village next door to the original owner, and the two villages are not far from each other.

One day half a month ago, two cultivators who didn't know where they came from fought on the mountain behind the two villages.

The fights of cultivators are always earth-shattering, and the two fighting this time probably have high levels of cultivation, so the movement is naturally even bigger.

How big is it?

That is to say, the point where half of the top of the mountain has been flattened and most of the trees on the mountain have been uprooted.

Coincidentally, two days after the two left after their fight, it rained continuously for days.

The mountains have been flattened, and the trees have been uprooted. One can imagine the dire consequences of continuous days of torrential rain.

In the middle of the night, a mudslide came quietly in the sleep of the villagers.

Because the original owner's village was closer to the foot of the mountain, no one survived except the original owner.

The reason why the original owner survived was also because the original owner's family lived at the entrance of the village, farther away from the foot of the mountain.

But even so, the original owner's parents were buried in the mudslide in order to protect the original owner.

The other village was farther away from the foot of the mountain, but most of them escaped.

At this time, the original owner and these villagers were fleeing.

The original village will definitely not be able to go back, they can only find another place to settle down.

But where can a group of ordinary people who are penniless and don't even have a drink find a place to settle down?
Probably the best place to settle down is to go to those bigger towns, find a job or be a beggar, as long as you can survive, that is good.

And the original owner has followed them for seven or eight days.

Because they had no food or drink, even to a slightly larger town, they could only follow the mountain, because it was midsummer, and at this time, the mountain could fill their stomachs.

After all, the original owner was still too young, and without the blessing of his parents, he persisted for seven or eight days, but finally he couldn't hold on, and passed away silently amidst a high fever.

No wonder she felt hungry and in pain when she wore it, accompanied by weakness and dizziness. People with high fever would be dizzy if they didn't get dizzy.

After sorting this out, Sancho lay down on his back, let's take a nap first, and wait until dawn.

Because his body was always in extreme hunger, and he was lying on the painful mud floor, Sancho didn't sleep well this time, and woke up when it was dawn.

At this time, quite a few people had already woken up. Seeing their numb faces touching their bellies, nine out of ten people must have woken up from hunger.

Sancho raised his hand and touched his forehead, it was still hot.

This body won't become particularly resistant just because she passed through it. If she doesn't want to die and return to Shuilanxing just after passing through, she has to find food that can satisfy her hunger and herbs to cure high fever.

Guessing that these people would not leave soon, Sancho got up with difficulty, and staggered towards the depths of the woods in the dim light of the day.

Those who were awake saw her leaving and her staggering steps, but none of them responded.

Everyone, the mud bodhisattva crossing the river, can't protect himself, who has the spare time to help this little girl?
Even if they have the heart, they don't have the strength.

Because she was worried that she would go back too late and the villagers would leave, and she didn't know her way, Sancho didn't dare to delay too long, picked some herbs and a few sour fruits hastily, and rushed back to the small hillside.

When she went back, the villagers had already got up, and it seemed that they were going to leave now. Sancho was secretly glad that he came back quickly, and he almost missed it.

Holding the herbs in his bosom, Sancho endured the discomfort caused by the high fever and tried to keep up with the pace of the villagers, while stuffing those sour and hard to swallow fruits into his mouth with a bitter face.

The villagers did not walk fast. After all, everyone was very hungry, and even if they wanted to go fast, they couldn’t do it. But even so, Sancho followed very hard. During the noon break, Sancho was already out of breath .

However, the body temperature dropped a little due to perspiration.

Because there was no stove, Sancho picked some herbs that could be eaten raw. Of course, the effect was not good, and the taste was disgusting, but she still forced herself to swallow it.

After another two or three days of such suffering, people couldn't help but wonder if they would be relieved after death, and everyone finally saw the shadow of the town.

Perhaps because they saw hope, the numbness on everyone's faces faded a bit, and the corners of their mouths were drawn stiffly to express their joy.

Sancho showed a big smile from the bottom of his heart. It would be fine if he entered the city. No matter what he did, it would be better than eating and sleeping in the open.