Nightfall Chapter 155: Kill the road

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Fifth Killing Paths

Just stepping into the clouds and mist on the mountainside, Ning Que heard a sudden rain of horseshoes coming from behind!

The fearful memories that have been hidden deep in his heart for these years, as these familiar horseshoes suddenly recovered, and then unstoppable flooded, instantly occupying all of his body, making his body extremely stiff.

He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, used extremely powerful willpower to break free from fear, forcibly twisting his body and looking back.

The mountain road that should have been in the thick twilight disappeared, and the clouds and mist did not know where they went. When I looked back, I saw a majestic city standing between the sky and the earth, and the huge shadow cut off the official road to the north.

On the official road, dozens of black-clad black-clad black-clad black-clad black-clad black-clad horses are galloping. The surface of the official road vibrates slightly, and pedestrians evade.

Ning Que hid behind the tea shop tables and chairs, staring blankly, watching the cavalry drive away. Suddenly he noticed that he was much shorter than the war horses and the pedestrians on the road.

He looked down and saw only a small shoe on his foot, and his left foot was pierced by a stone on the road, bleeding.

Leaving Chang'an City and heading north, he walked blankly with the travelers. After being questioned twice by those curious Datang people, he discovered this danger and quietly left the crowd in the middle of the night.

In the wild, he didn’t encounter any beasts, he could pick up fruits, he could eat his stomach, although hunger would always accompany him, and when he was hungry and hungry, he was about to arrive in Hebei province. At that time, he no longer had to worry about being seen through his identity, because the roads were filled with yellow-faced and hungry children on both sides of the road.

Drought in the wasteland and in Hebei Province, the Datang Empire ushered in a rare natural disaster in the first year of the Apocalypse. The new emperor had just taken the throne and ushered in his first major test of governance. His Majesty, the emperor who drove back to Chang'an City from Daze, urgently set out to arrange disaster relief. The refugees on the wasteland have already entered Hebei Province. The victims of Hebei Province are heading south. Fortunately, the victims who have taken the lead have received relief from the court. The victims who are still staying in the territory of Hebei Province are facing a more severe test.

Official roads, officials and government officials are counting the number of refugees, distributing porridge and food, and more and more victims are migrating from the north to the south. For the people at that time, the north was the underworld on earth, the most terrifying world.

While everyone was walking to the south, Ning Que continued north and entered the territory of Hebei Road. He followed the road at the foot of the Minshan Mountain and walked hard. On the road, he encountered malicious thieves. , Hiding in the bushes, and in those bushes, he saw many corpses that were already cold.

In a forest where the bark was about to be stripped, he was surrounded by a group of scrawny hungry people. Looking at the clothes, these hungry people should come from Yanbei. The royal family of Yan Kingdom was unable to provide relief. These hungry people naturally came to Tang. Within the empire.

"It's a pity that I am a child, and I don't have a few catties of meat on him."

The hungry man looked at the muddy little boy. The leader's eyes glowed with green light, much like the wolf that Ning Que would be very familiar with in the future, except that the wolf himself was very thin, and his fur was quite festering.

"We are out of strength, take off your clothes yourself and jump into that pot."

The head of the hungry man put his fingers in his mouth, as if he wanted to pull out a few pieces of meat. He looked at the little boy weakly and said, "Be careful when you jump in. Don't spill too much water. In these days, no one has the extra strength to cut wood and boil water."

The seven or eight hungry people surrounding the little boy nodded slowly, like corpses that could barely move.

Ning Que looked at them and asked: "You don't have strength, but I still have strength."

The leader of the hungry people laughed like weeping, stretched out the withered fingers, tremblingly lit the little boy's face, and said, "If you still have strength, why don't you run away?"

Ning Que didn’t say anything. He took out the hatchet that took the whole way from the back of the waist, exhausted all the strength accumulated by using fruit, weeds, and the few small holding rice saved by kind people along the way, and jumped. Get up, swing a hatchet and slash at the nose of the hungry leader.

He is too young, too small, and too weak to jump very high, but these hungry people in the woods have been hungry for too many days, and they have already lost much strength and can only watch. He swung his hatchet.

With a puff, the little boy slashed the wrong way. The hatchet that wanted to cut off the nose of the hungry leader slammed it into the opponent’s eye socket. Because of the starvation to thin skin and bones, the eye socket of the hungry leader was very clear. The picture of the hatchet cutting in is very clear, and the sound coming out is also very clear. The sharp edge of the rusty hatchet directly penetrated his eyeballs and then penetrated into his brain.

The leader of the hungry people didn't even snorted, and fell straight down like a piece of wood.

Ning Que walked forward panting, stepped on the neck of the hungry leader with his little feet, and pulled out the hatchet forcefully. Following his movements, a blue-yellow liquid soared into the air, not blood.

He stared at the deflated eyes on the hatchet for a long time, then looked up at the hungry people like ghosts around him, and said, "If you want to eat people, eat yourself. I won't let You ate it."

The fog surrounding the mountainside behind the academy is getting heavier and heavier, and the last twilight outside has been swallowed. I don't know where in the woods a weird call of night birds can be heard. It may be a crow or another bird.

Ning Que was walking on the sloping mountain road. Every time he stepped on a stone step, his body would stiffen for a long time. It has been a long time in the fog. He has walked more than a thousand times. Grade stone steps, but I don't know how far it is from the top of the mountain.

If you look closely, you can see that his eyes are a bit hollow and out of focus. He doesn't seem to look at his feet, but at certain pictures farther away, at certain times longer ago. .

All the way to the north, along the Minshan Mountain and deep into Hebei Road, there are ten rooms and nine empty spaces. The fields have been completely occupied by the hungry people from the wasteland and Yanbei, but the drought lasts too long. Most of the hungry people who changed their food had become corpses by the side of the road, or the food in the belly of the beasts in the Minshan Mountains, correspondingly, the danger that Ning Que might encounter was much less.

On this day, the long-lasting rain fell from the sky, and some villagers crawled out of the village cellar. They knelt down in the rain, weeping and kowtow to thank Haotian for his pity, while more people were already hungry. Strength show any expression.

In the heavy rain, Ning Que sat under a small tree beside the mountain, looking around with a dazed expression, not knowing where he should go.

In these days, many victims have ventured into the vast Minshan Mountains. Although there are many wild animals in the mountains, they can at least find food for their stomachs. But he has not entered the mountain, because he knows that he is too weak now. Although he can kill the hungry people who have no strength, he has no strength to kill the terrifying beasts in the mountain.

Take out the jerky from his arms, he opened his mouth to bite, and tore off a few shredded meat, then raised his head to the sky and took a few mouthfuls of rainwater, mixed with chewing and swallowed it into his abdomen. Any enjoyment look. After many days of suffering, the white and tender little boy in the General's Mansion became extremely dirty and thin. The little boy's lips were full of withered skin, and blood leaked out of his teeth when chewing meat.

The rain gradually became lighter. He checked the hatchet behind his waist, picked up the stick beside him, and continued north along the road at the foot of the mountain, making sure that he had time to escape into Minshan at any time, because he knew that With the rain coming and reviving life, those adults who have survived and are healthier than before may become his enemies at any time.

There are a lot of corpses piled up beside the road ahead. Those skinny corpses have already rotted. At this time, they were soaked in the rain and gave off a foul stench. Several wild dogs, who were also skinny, were squatting next to the corpses to eat. A wild dog bit a bone-exposed arm with his head tilted, and was dragging back vigorously, from time to time with a strong growl. The other wild dog squatted like a human, with two front paws resting on a thin, skinny rot. Gnawing on his thigh.

Hearing the sound of Ning Que’s footsteps, several wild dogs stopped eating, raised their heads vigilantly, staring at the little boy on the road, making a low and terrifying whimper. Two wild dogs judged that the boy’s body shape was right. They should not pose any threat, and even gave up the unpalatable carrion in front of them, and began to approach Ning Que.

Ning Que stomped the ground with the wooden stick in his hand, then took out the hatchet behind his waist, lowered his body halfway, showing some slightly swollen and bleeding teeth, and screamed at the two wild dogs. sound.

Probably smelling the **** smell on this little boy, and realizing that the other person has a different degree of danger from his body shape, the wild dogs squeaked back, scattered around the corpse and stopped eating, ready to wait for him to leave Continue later.

The rotten corpses beside the road, the house dog who was supposed to look after the nursing home turned into a stray dog ​​that ate by decay. Along the way, Ning Que saw a lot of these pictures, he was already numb and didn't feel any at all. , So he decided to leave immediately, otherwise he really has to fight with these wild dogs, maybe he will become one of these carrion piles next moment.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a very slight voice.

He looked back at the pile of carrion soaked in rain, and found no movement, he was ready to leave again.

Just as he was about to leave again, the very slight voice rang again, this time it was very clear.

It's crying.

He walked back to the rain-soaked carrion pile by the side of the road, yelling, brandishing sticks and hatchets, chasing away the wild dogs who felt the food was invaded, and then chopped off a rotten thigh with the hatchet , Thrown far into the rainy fields.

The wild dogs whimpered twice, eating around the rotten thigh, not paying attention to his movements for the time being.

Listening to the faint cry of crying from under the pile of carrion, Ning Que began to move the top corpse. His strength was indeed very small. Fortunately, the dead were hungry to the bones when they died. Most of them also decayed into moisture, which is not too difficult to carry.

The tentacles were wet and slippery, like some kind of sludge eaten during the Chinese New Year in Chang'an. Ning Que threw off the rotten flesh on his hands and continued to move. Finally, he finally saw the faint crying owner.

A corpse half-bowed back in the field, wearing a house-like clothing, turned the corpse over, and saw the little baby soaked in rain and body fluid. The baby's face was pale, her lips were black, her eyes were closed, and she was so angry that she couldn't imagine how she survived, and how could she make that cry just now.

Ning Que rubbed the rotten flesh on his hands on his trousers, then carefully picked up the baby, looked at her in silence for a long time and said: "You don't want me to leave, so you cry?"

He jumped off the carrion pile with the baby in his arms, and walked away along the road. The wild dogs, who had been staring at him with green eyes for a long time, let out a whine of joy and ran. Back in the carrion pile, there was a gurgling sound after a while.

Without a sound, the heavy rain fell again.

Ning Que glanced at the Minshan Mountain in the distance, and looked down at the pale baby, thinking that if you let you rain for a while, I'm afraid you won't be able to cry again. He wanted to find something to cover the rain, and then he saw a black umbrella beside the road.

The black umbrella is big, old, and dirty.

The fog remains on the mountain road.

Ning Que lowered his head slightly, standing between the steep stone steps, unable to take a step for a long time.

With a swish, a feather arrow accurately hit a gray rabbit.

Ning Que stepped forward, happily picking up the gray rabbit, making a mistake with both hands, breaking the gray rabbit's neck bone neatly, and then throwing it into the bag behind him. The bag behind the boy was heavy, and it seemed to have contained a lot of prey.

Squatting under the tree and sniffing, he pulled out the Pueraria lobata behind the tree and climbed up a steep path to the cliff. On the grass near the spring nest on the cliff, he saw it with satisfaction The biggest result in three days.

A rock sheep fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Two lambs were looking at it in vain, pressing their heads against its mouth and nose from time to time, not knowing that they wanted to give it some strength and strength. Confidence, I still want to comfort my relatives before death.

Ning Que walked forward silently, lifted a rope in the grass in his hand, and pulled it violently. The trapping rope hidden in the grass tightened suddenly, and the two lambs screamed , Fell heavily, and his hoofs were tightly tied together.

The big rock sheep, whose hind legs were clamped by the trap, struggled desperately, looking at the lamb that was hooped, barking anxiously.

"Your life is good, at least there are still people worried for you."

Ning Que walked to the animal trap, looked at the two lambs lying on the grass, shook his head, then drew a knife from his waist, and directly pierced the big rock sheep's neck.

"I'm back."

Ning Que dragged the corpse of the rock sheep, carrying a heavy bag, and two lambs, and returned to the dilapidated hunting house in the woods.

A little girl ran out to greet him. She was about four or five years old, wearing animal skins and a dark complexion.

The hunting house was very old and dimly lit. The old hunter sitting by the copper brazier put down his cigarette stick, looked at Ning Que blankly, spitting out thick sputum on the ground, and said, "How is the harvest today?" /

"Not bad," Ning Que said.

The old Orion’s face is full of wrinkles, but you should never expect to see any kind of love on his face, all you can see is greed and coldness.

"Let's eat."

The old hunter grabbed a piece of meat and ate a bite. He felt that the taste was a little wrong, and he cursed: "This dead Nizi! Tell you to put less salt! Salt is so expensive! Who will give you the money! You prodigal Nizi! I can eat Lao Tzu and use Lao Tzu. After I raise you for two more years, Lao Tzu will sell you to a prostitute for money!"

The little girl lowered her head with a look of horror in her eyes. Ning Que lowered her head and looked at the sweet potato porridge in a bowl like clear soup. His eyes were reflected in the water, and he could vaguely see the star-like flames. .

He has been listening to this kind of reprimand for many years. The old hunter ate meat, and he and Sangsang didn’t even have to drink the broth. He had endured this kind of treatment for many years. He was used to it, but it seemed There is no way to get used to it all the time.

Xiao Sangsang held the porridge bowl with two small hands, his thin arms trembled a little, and suddenly coughed.

Ning Que reached out and stabilized the bowl for her.

The old hunter took a sip of strong wine and looked at them drunkly and said, "You are sensible, if the bowl is broken, how can I clean her."

Ning Que glanced at the meat bowl in front of the old Orion, stood up and walked over, and said sincerely: "Grandpa, Sangsang fell ill again last night, do you think she can also eat a piece of meat?"

The old hunter slapped Ning Que's head with a slap, staring and cursed: "Is the prey used to feed you? That's used to exchange money for salt! If I'm not good to you, then give it to I get out! When will you catch me the tiger back and use the tiger bones to pay for the food for these years, I will let you go! I paid a big price for a stainless steel clip, but you have no use at all!"

Ning Que retreated silently.

The old hunter finished drinking and went out to check the game Ning Que brought back today.

After a while, he walked in angrily with the whip, and slammed his head and face to Ning Que, cursing: "You prodigal thing! How many times has I taught you! The big guys are dragged back to me before killing! Who let you be killed outside!"

Ning Que’s face was full of blood, but he didn’t avoid it. Knowing that there is no point in avoiding it, he lowered his head and explained: “That rock sheep is too heavy, I can’t drag it back without killing it first. I paid great attention to it, it should be no problem to peel the whole skin."

"Why can't you drag it back!"

The old hunter whipped him angrily and roared: "You only know the leather, and you can sell it if you forget the blood! Asshole stuff!"

"Bastard stuff!"

The old hunter walked out of the hunting house angrily.

Ning Que looked at Sangsang, who was holding the porridge bowl with her head down, wiped the blood off her face, looked at her and said with a smile: "This is good, don't try to block the whip for me in the future, otherwise the old man Things will pump more vigorously."

Sangsang held the big porridge bowl and nodded vigorously.

"Dead Nizi! Hurry up and boil the bath water!"

The old Orion's yelling and resentment came from outside the house, and no one knew where his hostility and resentment came from.

Sangsang raised his head and looked at Ning Que nervously.

Ning Que was stealing the meat that the old hunter had forgotten to hide, and nodded after a moment of silence.

There are two worlds inside and outside the vast Minshan Mountain.

The world beyond the mountain has come to the Apocalypse of the Tang Empire for five years, and for the people living in the mountains, the days are just monotonous repetitions day after day. For the old hunters who took in Ning Que and Sangsang Finally, in this monotonous repetition, there are some other pastimes, such as whipping, insulting, or something.

Ning Que will be ten years old this year, already a teenager.

Sangsang is five years old this year.

Sangsang poured hot water into the bucket, and the mist evaporated.

The naked old hunter in the barrel looked at her and cursed: "You are so dark and dirty, you must wash yourself."

Sangsang nodded, then walked out the door, took a basin of hot water from Ning Que's hand and walked back with difficulty.

The hot water in the basin has just boiled and is very hot.

Sangsang stood on the bench, pouring from head to toe on the old Orion.

An extremely stern cry came from the house.

The old Orion ran out naked, his body covered with hot blisters. He squinted his eyes and couldn't see what was outside. He was holding a hunting knife that never left his body, waving like a madman. , Scolding the most vicious **** he knew.

With a clear and loud bang, the metal pieces slammed together, and the old Orion fell over and let out a more screaming scream.

His right leg was half broken in the steel trap used to hunt tigers.

Ning Que and Sangsang came over and looked at the old Orion who fell in a pool of blood.

Even in this situation, the old Orion still retains the cruelty of the mountain people, staring at Ning Que dying and cursing: "You bastard! You ungrateful thing! You can't die!" /

"Well, we have reported revenge in the past few years. Now is the time for revenge."

Ning Que took out the hunting knife from behind, looked at the sagging flesh of the old hunter's body, looked at the poor guy at the base of his **** thigh, and said: "I wanted to endure it for another two days, but you don't Will give us a chance to bear it again."

"If you weren't going to sell Sangsang to a prostitute, we wouldn't want to kill you."

"If you are not going to take a bath, we will not want to kill you."

Ning Que looked at him in silence for a long time and continued: "Actually, just now...if you were willing to let Sangsang eat a piece of meat, maybe we wouldn't kill you, we might just sneak away by ourselves."

The old hunter was panting and looked at him blankly.

Ning Que grasped the hunting knife in his hand, and slashed it down.

The old Orion's head fell.

After a while, Ning Que walked out of the hunting house with a boxwood bow and quiver on his back, with a hunting knife swinging around his waist.

Little Sangsang followed behind him holding the big, old black umbrella.

"Come on my back when you are tired."

Then the two disappeared into the vast Minshan Mountain.

The night is here, and the thick fog in the mountains behind the college is as smooth and thick as milk.

Ning Que stood on the stone steps with his head down. After a long silence, he slowly raised his hands.

His hand grasps the hollow of his fist, as if holding an invisible knife.

The night wind roared from the mountain road.

He slanted slightly and slashed down sharply, cutting through the night and the mountain road.

A knife fell, and the stone steps went up one level.

There was silence in the dense fog on the top of the mountain.

A compassionate voice sounded: "I don't know what kind of suffering Ning Que has encountered in this life. I have never heard him say in the old days how this mountain road was... so difficult for him."

"The mountain road is long, and all the past tribulations have turned into reality and stopped in front of the climber. If you can see through or belittle, maybe you can relax, but if you can't see through, and retreat and regret, then there will be no The hope of climbing."

The second brother's voice slowly sounded, until then, his voice finally had solemn respect.

"The two people climbing today are very interesting, especially Ning Que."

"Those memories and pains deep in my heart, although he doesn't know the specifics, he doesn't want to forget at all, let alone the slightest regret, and even sees through it that it is unnecessary. Facing those deep in my heart The darkest corners, the most painful experiences, the choices he made today and he made back then are still exactly the same."

"If he can't see through, how can he keep his heart and stay the same over the years?"

"Since I don't want to see it through, then only kill it."

"He wants to kill this mountain road."