I wanted to embrace my master and return home

Yang Chubao sighed, and put down the shield: "The palace collapsed, and there was only one side hall left. My mother started to suffer from cough at some point. I came down to help her buy medicine, but I didn't expect to meet my cousin here. I thought you were out of town."

"How is my cousin?"

"Don't worry, it's not very serious. It's just an old illness. I saw that she was suffering so much that I rashly went down the mountain to buy medicine." After finishing speaking, Yang Chubao seemed to think of something, and asked doubtfully, "Why is my cousin here alone?" Where is Chen Xianjun? I heard that after all the uncles left, only Chen Xianjun stayed, why don't you see him now?"

"He's gone." Yu Shubai answered casually as he tidied up his torn clothes.

"Leave?! I knew that guy surnamed Gu was unreliable!" Yang Chubao hated and was angry, looking at Yushu's white and dirty face, and the hair that hadn't been combed properly at first sight, My stomach felt infinitely sad: "Cousin, you go back to the palace with me, at least there is a place to live, since he doesn't want you, then we don't want him either!"

Unexpectedly, Yu Shubai curled up a bitter smile: "No, he is the best and most reliable person in the world, and I... am not worthy."

Yang Chubao took his hand and said worriedly: "Cousin, no matter what, come back to the palace with me."

Yu Shubai shook his head, and said shyly: "I have the ghostly aura of an evil spirit on my body, Biaogu is not a body of cultivating immortals, I'm afraid it will get worse and worse, and I won't be able to resist it at all."

After all, he briefly explained the matter of the evil spirit. Yang Chubao was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this, and then he had a thought of not caring in his heart, and said firmly: "Since this is the case, I can't let my cousin wander outside alone. Come back after I deliver the medicine, together with my cousin!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yu Shubai said coldly, and wanted to reprimand him, but he saw the blood stains on Yang Chubao's body, and at a glance, he could tell that it came from the people who were shot by the arrow just now.

He just came to his senses, swallowed the second half, and then thought about it, Yang Chubao was stained with human blood when he came down, and the people who were bleeding with this blood didn't know if there was any plague. The refugees who passed by didn't know what they were carrying. If they brought these things back to the clean land of the palace, they might not be able to wash them clean no matter how much they did.

After a while, Yu Shubai resisted the urge to curse, gritted his back teeth and said, "...you shouldn't have come down!"

In the end, Yu Shubai still told him to put the medicine bag outside the palace and not to contact his cousin, and the two went back to the city together.

Yang Chubao had never seen this kind of world, he walked into the grain shop full of surprise, and was so frightened by the price offered by the shopkeeper that his face turned pale.

"This is brown rice. The servants don't usually eat it. Why is it selling more expensive than black ginseng now?!" Yang Chubao said distressedly, clutching his purse.

But Yu Shubai took it for granted, and spent money to buy food with ease. The two found a house, and the people inside saw that it was the "God of Plague" that was passed down from generation to generation, and there was a young man with a rosy complexion and a rosy complexion, and they ran away one after another. Going out, while "feeling sorry" for this young man, while avoiding Yu Shubai, for fear that he would contract the disease.

"They all have demon patterns on their bodies, and there are many ulcers." Yang Chubao looked at the people who ran out with complicated expressions.

"Yeah." Yushu had no expression on his face, he simply tidied up, and sat at the other end far away from Yang Chubao.

Yang Chubao had wanted to say it a long time ago, but now that he was free, he asked in confusion: "Cousin, why do you keep keeping a distance from me on purpose?"

"Don't come close to me, I have a ghost." In other words, it is easy for people to be infected with the plague.

"I'm a cultivator, so I won't be infected with the plague so easily." Yang Chubao smiled and moved towards him.

"Don't come here!" Yu Shubai's tone became colder, "Ask yourself about your cultivation, you half-baked spirit core, if you hadn't been hiding in the palace to stay away from the plague, you would have been covered with a white cloth."

Yang Chubao was silent, and drooped his head limply. As usual, his cousin always pointed out something. While preventing him from touching dangerous things, he would also insinuate him to see his own weakness. Not as unabashedly as it is now.

What surprised the two of them was that although Yang Chubao and Yu Shubai took turns keeping vigil for so many days, there were inevitable omissions. They knew how crazy the thieves and refugees are now, and they thought they would get two meals a day when they woke up. Empty, I didn't expect to lose anything.

"Cousin, it turns out that your reputation has... even thieves dare not approach us, alas." Yang Chubao said sadly.

But Yu Shubai faintly sensed something strange, he saw messy footprints in the yard, the soil turned upside down, and there were signs of fighting.

Until one day, when the rice at home was gone, Yu Shubai and Yang Chubao went out to buy rice, and on the way back to carry the rice, they chose a remote and uninhabited path. peace".

I saw a corpse lying on the ruins, while another man with a hooded head and a dirty face was lying on the corpse's calf with his head bowed. The lower half of his face was bloody and bloody, as if he was gnawing on something. …

Although it has been heard for a long time that some hungry refugees will eat human flesh, it is really shocking to see it for the first time.

Gu Mou and Yang Chubao looked at each other, and were about to back away without a sound, but the moment he lifted his footsteps, the man heard the movement keenly, raised his head, and stared at the rice bag on their shoulders with wolf-like eyes, full of greed. Bloody.

The two of them felt it for a second, this kind of refugees is the most difficult to deal with, they are like lunatics, when they see food, they will rush to snatch it, whoever dares to argue with them, they will bite people to blood, and Yu Shubai has just been tortured before going out. The spirit attacked the body, unable to resist at all.

Yang Chubao and Yu Shubai turned around and ran with the grain bags on their shoulders, only to see the man behind them was extremely fast, like wolves raised on the frontier, threw them down and grabbed the grain bags.

"Let it go! Let it go! It's ours!" Yang Chubao couldn't help but yelled and kicked the man's head hard.

The man didn't seem to feel any pain, with only rice bags in his eyes, and his strength was amazing. Yu Shubai was hit by him in the chest, a mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out of his throat, and his eyes were dizzy.

Seeing that a bag full of freshly bought millet was about to be snatched away, Yu Shubai struggled to get up, grabbing the corner of the rice bag tightly, his hands were rubbed red, but he couldn't stop the corner of the bag from slowly slipping away.

In desperation, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the wall. The man was kicked in the chest and fell a few feet away. He struggled to get up, looked in horror at the man in black who appeared out of thin air, turned around and fled with his hands and feet on the ground.

"You...you already..." Yang Chubao's jaw almost fell to the ground, and he looked at the man in front of him in shock.

The man's face is sunken, and only one pair of eyes is still alive. Although his face has changed drastically, he can still recognize Gu Mou.

Compared with a month ago, Gu Mou can be said to have lost a lot of weight. He couldn't see his former style at all. Instead, he looked like a piece of dry firewood. Seeing Yu Shubai's speechless expression, he lowered his head and turned to prepare leave.

Unexpectedly, someone hugged her from behind.

Gu Mou froze and didn't dare to move, until the person behind him said viciously, "You idiot!"

His body shook, and after seeing Yu Shubai didn't speak for a while, he opened his mouth, a little helpless, humble, and cautious: "Now you know, I'm not a waste, I can live without spending money." If you go down, it will also protect you, so..."

"Gu Mou, you are really..." Yu Shubai turned his body over, his eyes were so red, and a voice came out of his chest: "You..."

What is it?

Why is he so nice, why is he so nice to him?

Why is there such a man in the world who treats him so well?

So good that he couldn't bear it, and he didn't dare to face it.

"If I were you, I would have left the city with Prince Zheng Yuan's team!" Yu Shubai said in a vicious voice, a little angry.

"I don't want to owe you life and death, Shubai, Xunliang, no matter in the next life or the next life, I would like to be entangled with you, even if it is hatred, even... only hatred."

"The fate between you and me is here in this life, and there will be no hatred in the next life." Yu Shubai had tears in his eyes.

"Then we will make an agreement not to drink that bowl of Mengpo soup, and to be a pair of enemies in the next life, entangled in life and death."

Yu Shubai raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and said with a bright smile: "I don't, it's too bitter."

Two lifetimes are enough.

Too bitter, really too bitter.

On the way back to the house, Gu Mou consciously took on the task of carrying food, as if he had gotten used to it. Yang Chubao looked at his back quietly, only to realize that Chen Xianjun was no longer as strong as before, and now he was much thinner than before. He was still thin, like a handful of dry wood.

But in this stick of dry wood, there seems to be infinite power, no matter how tired you are, you will never fall down.

"This month, you don't have any money on you, how do you live?" Yu Shubai asked him suddenly, looking at the dying refugees on the side of the road.

Gu Mou didn't go into details, but only gave a vague answer: "If you have food, you can live."

"Where is there food? Where do you go to find food?" Yu Shubai asked after him.

Gu Mou didn't speak again, just walked with his head bowed, his legs were as thin as dead wood, his jade books were knocking in vain, and he was not much different from the skinny people on the side of the road.

Can you live with food?What does it mean?

Inadvertently, he saw a few homeless people squatting by the garbage dump and rummaging through them. Someone picked up a rotten vegetable that was peeled to the bottom and stuffed it into his mouth. Someone picked up half a moldy steamed bun. , then lay down on the spot, holding the steamed buns and gobbling it up.

For a moment, he looked at Gu Mou's back, and his nose suddenly became sore.

is this correct?

Gu Mou, did you live like this this month?

So when I hugged you just now, I immediately touched the ribs under the clothes.

"Cousin..." Yang Chubao came over and wiped his wet eyes with his sleeve.