no tomb song

Ning Shu was awakened by the tingling pain in her meridians.

It was not yet dawn, and the mountains were filled with mist like clouds.The sounds of the nine-stringed Tianmoqin and the chasing soul bell came from the depths of the cave.

Ning Shu listened intently, the voice was erratic and seemed to be extremely far away.However, he knew deeply that he could not stay here for long.

Going to see Han Kuang, I saw that the man frowned, his lips were pale, and he was already unconscious.It is a symptom of spreading internal injuries.

Ning Shu raised his breath, but his internal breath was still sluggish and had not returned to normal.I think it was because he was drugged and forced luck when he escaped yesterday.He raised his hand to help Han Kuang up, but felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder.Spreading his hands to touch it, the entire right shoulder was swollen, and there was a little blood on the fingertips.Only then did I remember that when I ran for my life yesterday, the place that was already injured hit the rock again.At that time, my whole body and mind were thinking about defending against the enemy, and I was numb from the cold water, so I didn't realize that I was injured so badly.

He sighed a long time, stared at Han Kuang on the ground, and said to himself melancholy: "Can bad luck be contagious? You can see that Yintang is bright and full, and the earlobes are thick and big. It doesn't look like a short-lived person." My dear." He shook his head, quickly packed up his things, then resigned himself to his fate, picked up Han Kuang, and walked into the mountain mist.

This journey is really difficult, and it is all supported by perseverance.The soul-chasing bell near my ear suddenly approached and then went far away, it was like a maggot attached to the bone.Ning Shu was so frightened that he almost fell on the mountain road several times.Just thinking that I bear the lives of two people, I dare not give up halfway.

Gritting his teeth like this and turning over a mountain, suddenly there was a sparkle in front of his eyes, and the clear water stretched to the sky.

Where the lake and the mountain meet, several fisher girls are mending their nets on a small boat.

Ning Shu held his fingers in his mouth and blew a fishing whistle weakly.The whistle blew halfway, but he didn't come up in one breath, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground with Han Kuang.

In a drowsy state, I can only feel soft words in my ears, and I can vaguely hear someone whispering in dialect: "Mrs. Nan... Secretary of Jiaofang..."

Ning Shu curled up the corners of her mouth, letting herself fall asleep peacefully.