The Boss Medicine of Quick Transmigration is Coming

Chapter 171 Half City Smoke and Sand (23)

He fell into the depression, and only now did he realize that he had been hiding in it before, and his father had always known about it.

The waterfall was too small, and the depression was too small. He was only five years old enough to hide in it alone, and his parents couldn't get in at all.

But he was not afraid at that time, because there is water here, and fire is afraid of water, they will be fine, they will be fine.

However, why did my mother cry in distress when she saw his face, and why did my father comfort my mother and him, saying that everything will be fine and they will be fine, but why is it during the time when it is dark and bright again? Gradually, their voices became smaller and smaller. When it was almost dawn, after Dad told him "live well", he never talked to him again?
He was terrified at the time, not knowing what happened to his parents, so he was protected by his parents for another day and night, watching the trees around the waterfall turn from flames to pitch black and smoke.

Parents' bodies became very cold, very hard, very hard.

He was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, and after getting no response from his parents, he tried to push them hard.

"thump".

Parents, who fell into the small pool formed by the small waterfall, still maintained the appearance of protecting him, motionless.

He was very young at that time, but he also knew what happened to them.

In fact, he knew it from the time they stopped talking to him, but he was just deceiving himself all the time, no, no.

But now, he couldn't lie to himself.

Unable to suppress his emotions anymore, he began to cry loudly, crying heartbreakingly, with a hoarse voice, crying until the scars on his face were burning with pain, but he couldn't suppress the pain in his heart.

However, no matter how sad he was crying, his parents would never come to hold him and ask him why he was crying.

"Live well."

What Dad said made him cry so tired that he couldn't cry, slowly wiped away his tears, tried his best to wade through the small but deep pool for him, and ran to the bushes where the fire had been extinguished and there was still a heat wave , picked up the carcass of an unknown animal that was almost charred, tore and ate the burnt meat.

The pungent smell made him take a mouthful, spit it out, and after spit it out, he took another mouthful.

It wasn't until he forced himself to fill his stomach and slowly dragged his parents to the land that he realized what had happened to them before.

From the back to the ankles, Dad was completely unrecognizable by the fallen tree.

On the back of the mother, a long broken branch was inserted into it, and it almost came out through the body.

How much pain did they endure to hide him here and finally save his life?

He couldn't imagine anymore, only his father's last words in his mind: Live well.

Use the surrounding coke and stones to barely cover them, and it will be considered a tomb.

The fire around the pool has subsided, but the fire in the distance continues.

He can't go anywhere.

One month later, there was no open fire around him, and he began to walk slowly along the stream in the pool, hoping to get out of the mountain.

It's easy to be thirsty, he walks along the stream, drinking water is not a problem.

They were just hungry, so they could only pick up the carcasses of animals that were burned to death before they could escape in time, and tore the scorched meat to wrap their stomachs.

At the beginning, you may be nauseated by the pungent smell to the point of vomiting, but later on, you will get used to it.

In this way, the wildfire burned for another month.

Along the stream, walking and stopping all the way, he met Fushan who came out to look for medicinal materials, but was lured by the mountain fire to investigate.

A weak child, covered in black and full of scars, Fushan couldn't bear to let him stay there alone, so he took him back to Qingfeng Valley.

　Alas, this world is PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder, so, the hero will be like this, beat me, /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)