Dressed as a villain's wife

Shaking his increasingly drowsy head, Shen Wenchen pulled himself together and continued on his way.

The road surface is slippery after the snow, and now the speed of chasing the moon has slowed down a lot.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Shen Wenchen couldn't hold on anymore, so he stopped his horse and rested on the side of the road.

There were very few refugees on this road, and occasionally a few of them hurried away when they saw him.

After the fire was lit, Shen Wenchen's face relaxed a little.

He took a pancake out of the burden, strung it with branches and put it next to the fire to heat it up, and then he began to take off his clothes and apply the medicine for himself.

There was already a thick layer of scar on the heel, although it was cracked a bit, it was okay, and it didn't continue to fester.

Who knew that just as Shen Wenchen was about to apply medicine to his back, he saw an old man sitting next to him in a rude manner.

Seeing Shen Wenchen looking at him, the old man even smiled at him, then picked up the branch by himself, looking at the pancakes on the branch with some disgust.

"The pancakes are all burnt, well, that means I don't dislike them."

The old man was talking, but the movement of his hands didn't stop. He patted the dirt on the pancake and sent it to his mouth.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Shen Wenchen pursed his lips but didn't say much.

Just an old man.

Thinking of this, he took another pancake out of the bundle and set it up by the fire to bake, and then he frowned and reached out to grope for the injured place behind his back.

Seeing that he ignored him, the old man stroked his black beard.

This boy has a really good temper.

After humming twice, he finished eating the pancake in his hand, and he was not polite, he reached out and took the pancake that was just warmed up again.

After he succeeded, he looked at Shen Wenchen twice, waiting for his reaction.

As a result, Shen Wenchen continued to take pancakes out of his bag to heat up as if he had lost his temper, even as if he was afraid that he would not be full, he took out three pancakes this time.

Seeing this, he still can't be bothered, the old man doesn't believe in evil now, he doesn't believe it anymore, can this boy be made of mud?

Do you have any temper?

It wasn't until he ate eight pancakes in a row that he was so choked that he gave up and waved his hands in surrender.

Forget it, now these young people can't handle it by themselves.

"Master, are you choking?"

Shen Wenchen saw that he was choked up and panicked, so he took his own water bag and handed it over.

After drinking water, the old man felt better, and seemed to feel that it was inappropriate for him to be half paralyzed, so he cleared his throat and sat up straight.

"You have nothing to say?"

The old man closed his eyes for a long time and didn't hear Shen Wenchen's question, so he quietly opened half of his eyelids to look at him.

As a result, Shen Wenchen was concentrating on baking the pancakes in his hand, as if he didn't hear what he said.

"Shen Wenchen!"

Hearing that the old man was angry, Shen Wenchen turned to look at him: "Master, did you call me?"

Shen Wenchen's face was pale at the moment, and his face was full of exhaustion.

Seeing him like this, most of the old man's thoughts of trying to play tricks on him disappeared.

I just feel a little boring.

"Are you going to find that girl Nanzhi?" The old man smacked his lips, not bothering to tease him anymore.

Look at him like that, just tease him a few more times so he doesn't fall down here.

"Yes."

He didn't think it was strange to hear him say his wife's name, Shen Wenchen.

I can be a person in a book, so what's impossible if there are more ghosts?

Maybe this uncle is a ghost from somewhere, specially to tease passers-by.

"You kid, are you stupid?" The old man was also angry now, and even his beard stood up.

"If you want to find that girl in Nanzhi, you should walk straight along this road. When you come to a fork in the road ahead, you can go to the left and walk for three more days, and you will see each other."

Shen Wenchen paused while eating pancakes, and turned to look at the old man with some doubts.

"You still don't believe me?" Seeing his doubtful expression, the old man became even angrier. He kept stroking his beard for a long time before he calmed down and said, "You son, you really want to piss me off!" If you don’t go, wait for that girl’s body to be collected!”

After finishing speaking, she snorted coldly and turned her head arrogantly, leaving only the back view for him.

Seeing the old man's silver hair, Shen Wenchen also stopped his movements, got up and prepared to continue on his way.

No matter what the old man said is true or not, just look at the direction when you get to the fork in the road. Yancheng is in the northeast direction, so you can't go wrong.

"You're an impatient kid, but can you save that girl if you go straight like this?" The old man felt relieved when he saw that he was in a hurry, and asked, staring at Shen Wenchen with a smile.

And Shen Wenchen was taken aback by the question, and hurriedly saluted and asked, "I don't know how the old man can save my wife."

"What way?" The old man chuckled, put a finger on Shen Wenchen's chest and said, "I don't have a way, but you have it."

"I... have?" Shen Wenchen was confused by his actions, could he have a way to save Nannan?

"Since you've all gone to her, you should also know that she shouldn't be here." The old man stroked his beard, waiting for Shen Wenchen to ask questions.

"Then, is she and my wife the same person?"

Shen Wenchen hesitated, but still asked the question.

He spent 21 years in that world in the three days after he fainted, but he could clearly know that he did not belong to that world, so what about Nanzhi?

The first time she saw herself, she was surprised, how she got there, not excited.

If the current Nanzhi is not Nannan, what are the little habits of the two similarities?

"Is it really that important?"

One sentence left Shen Wenchen speechless, and he nodded after being silent for a while.

"important."

He couldn't allow himself to fall in love with someone who wasn't his wife so much.

This is not fair to my own South and South.

But if they were the same person...

Thinking of this possibility, Shen Wenchen couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad for a moment.

Or maybe it was because of the selfishness in his heart, he hoped that they were the same person, so that he would not have so many "burdens" in his heart.

Seeing his thoughts, the old man coughed softly and continued: "Then I'll get straight to the point, the two of them are the same person, and everything is connected by cause and effect. You have read the book, in which Lin Nanzhi finally If you want to save her, you have to think about all these things. As for what will happen in the future, since there is one more Lin Nanzhi coming out, everything depends on whether you can fight it yourself."

After saying these words, the old man got up and patted the mud on his robe, then turned and left.

When Shen Wenchen looked up again, that thin figure had already blended into the night, and there was not even a trace of someone walking by on the ground.

After eating the pancakes, Shen Wenchen rubbed his swollen temples, patted Zhuiyue's neck, got on his horse and continued on his way.

Three days...

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