I walk the career line in dog blood

The skin was as smooth as white jade, the long black hair was spread on the quilt, and the man with a cold fragrance was lying on his side, with his index finger on his lips.

The interior was dim, so he should not be able to see clearly, but An Yinong could see this man clearly: he was a handsome man with sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, with a dignified appearance.

When he leaned over, there was a kind of fragrance, which he had smelled before.

"Woooooooo, host, I'm sorry for you, I just realized that this is a high-risk world!" The system squatted next to An Yinong's ear and cried, crying until An Yinong's brows twitched.

"Okay, don't cry." He thought of the strange ending in the plot. It is only reasonable that there are ghosts in this world. The probability that the protagonist chooses to become a monk is not because of sincere remorse, but to show to a certain 'ghost'.

"Who are you?" An Yinong asked in a low voice, holding the machete tightly in one hand.

"You offended me, I didn't kill you, but you want to kill me?"

The man's cold fingers wrapped around An Yinong's hand holding the knife, and the fingertips of the other hand brushed against his chin. He couldn't move at the moment, so he could only ask calmly, "I don't know how I offended Your Excellency?"

"Isn't it offensive enough that you pressed food in my urn?"

"..." He has done this kind of thing once since he came here, that is, on the first day, he used a broken black jar to press potatoes.

Who would have thought it was an urn?Wasn't the ancients popular for burials?

"I'm sorry." Knowing that it was his fault, An Yinong simply apologized, "I don't know what I can do to get your forgiveness?"

"It's okay." An Yinong's unusual reaction seemed to please the man, his eyes narrowed, "Anyway, the ashes inside have been blown away."

"..." Then you still chase after me to apologize?

The man chuckled, and his deep laughter hit his eardrums, causing goosebumps all over his body: "Of course, if you have to apologize, I won't stop it. From now on, if you offer me a stick of incense every day, I will do the same." protect you."

These words sound a bit unbelievable, but for some reason, An Yinong is willing to believe that these words are true, and he relaxes a little: "I'll go buy some incense in the next town."

"No, I brought it myself." The man waved his sleeves, and took out a beautifully patterned mahogany box, which contained neatly arranged incense sticks.

"..."

An Yinong didn't sleep well that night. Although the man disappeared, he knew that he was always there.The next day he had dark circles under his eyes.Fortunately, the same goes for the others, who didn't sleep well, so he wasn't obtrusive inside.

An Yinong took a little water to wet the veil, wiped his face, then took a little brown plaster made of herbs from a jar, pushed it away, and applied it on both sides of the cheeks, temples, etc., causing the face to sag After seeing the visual effect, he wiped his teeth with some salt on the corner of the handkerchief.

"No wonder you eat a lot but still look thin."

Turning around, An Yinong found that the man was sitting on his wheelbarrow.He is wearing a jade crown, wearing a long robe, holding an ebony fan painted with landscapes, and the silk and satin with exquisite texture is spread on the box, which is out of tune with the whole environment.

"Find a piece of dirty cloth to wrap your face, the effect will be better." The man leaned there lazily and spoke lazily.

An Yinong looked around.

"Don't worry, they can't see me. My surname is Gu, and it's in the middle of the word. You can call me right in the middle of the word."

As expected, the others didn't look here, so An Yinong whispered, "My name is Tian Xi."

"This is not your real name," the man waved the exquisite fan in his hand, "If someone calls you like that, you have to confirm it before answering."

This person's observation is careful, and it is estimated that he has seen the secret of turning into food after he disappeared.

Forget it, don't worry if there are too many lice.

"Yinong, this is my name, an elder took it."

The man was satisfied: "Yinong, don't forget today's incense offering."

The yellow-brown incense was lit and stuck in the gaps of the wooden frame. The car swayed forward, and the sticks of incense also swayed.

After burning an incense stick, the man raised his eyebrows to look at him: "To thank you, I will keep vigil for you at night and let you relax."

As soon as he finished speaking, An Yinong felt that the cloth strips on his shoulders were loosened, and the vehicle he was pushing was much lighter.If it used to be more than 200 catties and faster than [-] catties, now it is at most a hundred catties.

"Thank you." An Yinong thanked him sincerely, after thinking about it, he even took out the tangerines that he couldn't bear to eat and put them on the car.The tangerines were his payment, and Mary gave four or five.

The man stared at the yellow orange for a long time, without asking where it came from, picked it up and peeled it: "It's so sweet."

His slender, white fingers peeled the orange petal by petal, the thin membrane was easily torn, and the rich juice flowed out.

An Yinong could smell the sweet and sour taste.He licked his lips, wanting to eat.

The first day of fleeing famine was more of a psychological pain, after all, it was leaving home.But on the second day, they began to know what fleeing famine was.

Not only the psychological exhaustion caused by the hopeless and repetitive desolate environment, but also the physical exhaustion caused by poor eating and sleeping and traveling.

"No, my legs hurt." After walking for a day and not resting well at night, many people's leg muscles became sore and painful the next day.

"Would you like leggings?" An Yinong pointed to his calf, "It won't hurt so much if you tie it up like this."

He had already tied his calves with long strips of cloth, which could protect his legs and avoid the pain caused by blood accumulation during a long journey.

"is that useful?"

"You'll know if you try it?" said another, already rummaging through long strips of cloth for leggings.

Soon, most of the people had their calves tied up, and they kicked their legs unaccustomed: "The flesh is tense, a little swollen."

The villagers are still dubious at the moment, but after walking for a long time, they will feel the benefits of leggings: "Good thing, it doesn't hurt after walking for so long."

An Yinong forced a smile, he was too tired to talk anymore, even smiling was exhausting.

They passed through several small county towns along the way, but the gates of each city were closed and refused to open to refugees.

"Bang!" Without any warning, an old lady who was leaning on the cart rolled off the wheelbarrow, and the young man pushing the cart was startled.

"mother?!"

The crowd stopped, and the acquaintances approached. They cautiously stretched out their fingers, breathing faintly on their fingertips. The visitor breathed a sigh of relief: "You're still alive, hurry up, pour some water, is there anything to eat?"

The young man, who seemed to have just grown up, hurriedly brought water and cotton scum cakes.

"This cake is not good. It needs to be softer. Soak it in water to soften it."

His tears rolled down: "Now there is only this."

Cotton slag cake is a cake made of cottonseed flour. It is poisonous and should not be eaten, but there is nothing to eat at the moment, that's all.

If the cotton slag cake is gone, they have to consider the bark and Guanyin soil, and then they will really die.

Everyone was heartbroken by his crying, but there was nothing they could do if they were asked to take out food, not to mention that they had no food themselves, even if they had, they had to think about their wives and children.

This is the first day of fleeing famine?There will be a long time to eat in the future.

An Yinong's hand had already touched the box, which contained his rations, not counting kudzu powder and other things, it was more than a hundred catties.but……

He turned his face away, and retracted the stretched fingers one by one with difficulty.

Fortunately, the old woman woke up after drinking a little water, and she sat up slowly: "I'm fine, but I'm dizzy from sitting for too long, just take a walk and you'll be fine."

Her son hastened to help the old man walk, and he really believed his mother's words.

Everyone looked at the mother and son and shook their heads secretly: I'm afraid she won't last long.

Because of such an accident, the team rested on the spot for more than ten minutes before starting again. This time, they were more quiet on the road, and even the expressions on their faces gradually became numb.

"I thought you would help." Gu Zhengzhong looked at An Yinong.

"If I have the energy, I will help."

But where does the spare energy come from?He only had such a little food, but so many people were affected by the disaster, and he couldn't help him.Since sooner or later you have to face death, it is better to have such a cruel heart early in the morning.

As an "orphan" who has lost his parents and has no relatives and elders, the original owner's life in the village is also very difficult, but the only person who has extended a helping hand to him is the village chief's family.

Their mood that day was the same as An Yinong's mood at this moment.

It doesn't matter whether he is selfish or cold-blooded, he has to take care of himself first for food, and if the village chief's family is in dire straits, he will try his best to help, but others can't.

Having said that, that young man found a strange paper package in his car that night.Probably paper, very soft, with patterns printed on it.He found half a catty of millet inside, and a persimmon was pressed on the paper bag.

"...The mouth is too honest." The system complained.

"Shut up you."

Two days later, the old woman still died and slept through the night without suffering.

Her son took the paper bag and bowed to everyone: "My mother asked me to thank my benefactor, and I can eat my favorite persimmons before I leave. I also thank you. My mother walked away in a dream when she was full, and she didn't suffer at all." .”

After he finished speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times.

"Okay, let your mother go when she is full, okay. She is relieved, and you are also relieved." An old man of about the same age looked at the emaciated body, and then looked back at his children who were also starving.

"Dad, don't say that."

An Yinong turned his side, he felt a kind of worry.His worry is not because a person died, but because this is an era where people can starve to death.

Although there were many shortcomings in his previous life, at least they were far away from starvation, so far away that they had forgotten that people starved to death five or sixty years ago.

"I used to be so comfortable." He stared blankly as the man dug a hole in the ground and put his mother's body in it.

The team set off again, and suddenly he heard a dog barking, and when he turned his head, he saw a wild dog who didn't know where it came from, and was surrounding the dug place, constantly scratching something with its paws.

"Don't look at it, don't look at it, you are buried so deep that wild dogs can't eat it." The elder comforted the young man, and the young man burst into tears immediately.

"Mother, I'm sorry, I can't even set up a grave for you."

Others also had sore noses, only the old man had a calmness that saw through the world: "Let's go, someone will collect your mother's body, enjoy yourself."

They kept walking forward, not daring to look back.

That night, An Yinong heard dogs barking in his sleep. He woke up several times, and was awakened by crying again early the next morning.

A couple knelt on the ground and wailed loudly. An old man was hanging from a tree in front of them. It was the old man who helped bury the grandmother yesterday.