Xiao Gu Yijue

Qin Sheng told me the term "end of the world".

At this time, the convoy was resting in the shade.

I didn't remember it in my heart, just curious about those new objects, Qin Sheng talked to me stutteringly while flipping through the book.

I looked at the automatic car shaft without cows and horses. He was in trouble and didn't know how to explain it.

This person is so stupid and cute, every time he listens to me, he needs to react for a while, and he keeps nodding when he doesn't understand, as if he understands very well.

I laughed, and he stared at me blankly, turned around and ran away with a dull expression when he came back to his senses.

I really don't know why.

The person who talked to me last night was the master of this group of people. It is not really appropriate to say he is the master. He is more like a steward holding power, not much different from ordinary people.

It's just that he is calmer and more indifferent, and he makes good use of thunder in dealing with things.

I saw him throwing a strong man who abused women and children out of the convoy, turning a blind eye to his begging for mercy.

He seems to be relying heavily on the smooth and exquisite Qin Sheng and the outspoken Qin Tao, after all, he himself speaks very little.

In the scorching sun, Song Yijue was alone, sitting cross-legged under the shade of a tree with his eyes closed, and a thin layer of frost slowly formed on the clods around him.

I was so surprised that I got a little closer. Without Qin Sheng on one side, he couldn't understand my words, so I kept silent, just sat on the ground and focused on the frost on the dirt under my feet.

The frost flowers bloomed all the way to my waist and abdomen, but I still didn't feel anything strange, nor did I feel cold.

Song Yijue suddenly opened his eyes, seeming to be a little puzzled. I picked up a piece of thin ice on my shirt and found him looking at me.

Qin Sheng came out from nowhere, saw that I was so close to Song Yijue, his face paled in shock, and he shouted in a mess: "Brother Gu, it's dangerous! Please back away! Go back! Run!."

It ends with a vulgar remark I don't understand.

He didn't dare to come closer, shaking his hands, with a sad face, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dying person.

I sat on the spot calmly, the thin ice in my palm hadn't melted yet, I thought the temperature around here was extremely low, but I didn't realize it.

The thin ice fluttered to the ground.

Song Yijue suddenly smiled, and stretched out his hand towards me. I didn't suspect him, and stretched out my hand to hold his pulse door. His expression changed and he was about to break free. Although I was surprised, I let it go.

If you didn't ask me to diagnose the pulse, why would you reach out?And why break free?

Weird, unknown.

After a short break at noon, the team set off.

Qin Sheng sat next to me, with a face full of survivors, looking at my safe and sound hands with curiosity, trying to explain in his mouth.

He said that if he was close to Song Yijue when the ground was frosty, he would easily die on the spot.

I know, nod.

But Qin Sheng was relentless, like this, like this, like this with me, he tried his best to teach me their language, and I didn't find it difficult to learn it.

Passing by a village, there is a fence around the village to block the walking corpses, and the quietness is a bit unusual.

I sensed something was wrong, so I sneaked into the village nimbly, with traps all over the road, and Song Yijue followed closely behind.

The two of us came to an apartment following the traces of living people. I faintly heard crying and moaning. I jumped up lightly, grabbed the window lattice, and peeped through the window. Hug and cry.

Song Yijue saw that my face turned cold, thought it was unexpected, and jumped up too. I grabbed his arm and gestured with my eyes. He nodded, and we entered the apartment in two ways.

All these things are really too much to describe. In another room, I was a strong man who was humiliating/humiliating women and children, and rescued two little girls. After reuniting with Song Yijue, I saw the corpses of the old and young were still on the chopping board, and the pot was boiling.

I was furious at the time, there was such a shocking thing in the world.

After going through this ordeal, those girls hated their enemies to the bone. I watched them whip their corpses to vent their hatred and calm their anger.

Doomsday meaning.

Not only is there a lack of food and clothing, there are dangers everywhere, everyone is trembling, and life is hard and rough.

And the more you survive in it, the more you are on the verge of life and death, the more you can arouse a person's courage and selfish desires. I have wandered in it for many years without losing my blood and principles. However, the darkness that breeds in the hopeless atmosphere of the end of the world makes me dumbfounded.

The vast land of sea and sky is a cemetery for the people of the world. Not only the bones and flesh are buried, but also human nature, ethics and morality.

The hidden sharp sword in my hand groaned softly, and I remembered that my master once said harshly, ordering me not to abuse the martial arts I had learned.

He once asked, how about killing the innocent so as to gain the Tao?

I said, if a son is a government, how can he use killing?The son wants to be kind and the people are kind.The virtue of a gentleman is the virtue of a villain.

The teacher was silent, and only became stricter in the future teaching.

Thinking of my teacher's earnest teachings, I calmed down my anger and hid my sword back into its sheath.

Song Yijue pondered for a while, and said a few words to the girls, who dispersed and packed their luggage.

Although I can't talk to him, Song Yijue's actions are very purposeful and his intentions are obvious.

I was resting in the village that night, Song Yijue knocked on the door of my room in the middle of the night, stretched out his hand, and didn't say much.

I pinched his pulse again, his body was tense, but he didn't act aggressively.

I only dabbled in the superficial way of pharmacology, but Song Yijue's pulse was disordered, his true energy scattered, and he faintly looked decadent.

I didn't think much about it at that time, I invited him into the house, got on the bed, except for the clothes, I just used my internal energy to help him heal his wounds at that time, I didn't think about it at all.