Ninety Thousand Miles Across the Weird World

Chapter 136 Shangluo Was Arrested
On the Jiuyuan official road, a mule cart was driving slowly. The mule was covered with scars and it was very difficult to walk.

The driver was an old man named Wang Fu.

Wang Fu was very old, a rare old man in this world. He had a weapon on his waist, which was stained with blood, and his body was also covered with blood and wounds.

Along the way, he had killed several waves of refugees, and his physical strength was a little bit unbearable.

Wang Fu is not a master of martial arts, but he has learned Kung Fu from the merchant fort guards for a period of time, that's all.

Fortunately, the refugees are weaker.

Wang Fu had another weapon, and took advantage of the weapon. Wang Fu retaliated and killed many refugees.

along the way.

The lush plants withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the seasons finally returned to normal.

While driving the car, Wang Fu was thinking about something, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his brows were furrowed.

"Ah~"

A groan came.

Wang Fu stopped the mule cart, went to the back, and helped a man. The man was seriously injured, his back was bloody, his skin was burnt, and his hamstrings were broken.

With this kind of injury, how can he still live?
"I, who am I?"

The man covered his head, thinking calmly, but his mind went blank and he couldn't remember anything.

Wang Fu took out a bottle of water, handed it to the man, and sighed: "Master, you have been unconscious for a long time, you must be thirsty, drink some water."

Only then did the man realize that he was indeed thirsty. He took the water and gulped it down, and his throat became better. He turned to look at Wang Fu suspiciously: "Who am I?"

Wang Fu was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and said nothing for a long time, until the man thought that Wang Fu could not speak anymore, he said quietly: "You are my young master, Shangluo!"

Wang Fu told Shang Luo that he was the young master of Merchant Fort, and now that Merchant Fort was in trouble, his loyal servant Wang Fu escaped with him desperately.

"Shangluo? My name is Shangluo?"

"Correct."

Wang Fu sighed. After feeding the water, Wang Fu explained a few more words to keep warm, and then drove the snail cart to continue forward. Along the way, there were bones everywhere.

There are human bones and animal bones.

Almost all the official forces in Jiuyuan were paralyzed. Wang Fu knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to escape from Jiuyuan immediately. Otherwise, he would either enter the belly of a person or enter the belly of a ghost.

After walking a certain distance, Wang Fu felt that something was wrong. He got lost. To be exact, he kept going around in circles, and he didn't go far from the beginning to the end.

its not right!
This is the official road, and Wang Fu's mule cart drove along the official road. Logically speaking, it is impossible to go around in circles.

"Could it be, the ghost hit the wall?"

The ghost hit the wall in broad daylight. The ghost was very fierce. Wang Fu was sweating coldly. He forced himself to calm down, took out a piece of cloth, covered his eyes, let go of the reins, and let the mule walk on its own.

The ghost hits the wall, that is, the ghost uses various methods to confuse people's eyes, and people can't tell the direction, so they will get lost.

Horses have night eyes and can see yin and yang. Mules are the hybrid offspring of horses and donkeys, and they also have some special abilities. When people encounter ghosts hitting the wall, don't panic, let the mules and horses take them away, there is a certain chance to come out.

The mule lost control and trotted along at a brisk pace.

Wang Fu secretly warned himself, don't panic, don't panic, people have yang fire, ghosts dare not offend easily, not to mention, Shangluo has a strong body, and can hurt some low-level ghosts with just the power of blood.

It will definitely turn bad luck into good luck.

After a long time, the mule stopped.

With trembling hands, Wang Fu unfastened the blindfold. He blinked his eyes to adapt to the light, and then...

Wang Fu's face turned pale with fright.

The mule cart stopped at a sheep pen, no, it should be called a human pen, but before he could react, a strong push came, and it fell straight into the human pen, Wang Fu's liver and gallbladder were torn.

There were many people imprisoned in the circle, with scantily clad clothes and indifferent expressions. They just glanced at Wang Fu and Shang Luo, the newcomers, and lost interest at all.

There are two large stone troughs in front of the circle of people, and the two stone troughs are empty.

Wang Fu was at a loss. He suppressed his fear and looked around to find Shangluo. Finally, he found it in a corner. Shangluo couldn't stand up, so he could only sit on the ground blankly, expressionless.

For some reason, Shangluo was not afraid.

"Eat, eat."

Suddenly, a shrill voice came. Shang Luo looked up and saw a few mice coming out of the fence.

A mouse was carrying a big bucket, which was full of things, and it smelled sour. The mouse poured the sour swill into a stone trough.

The other mice happily led the mule, laughed and said, "What a fat mule, let's make a soup pot tonight."

The rats led the mules away, and the people in the pen began to fight desperately for the slop in the stone trough, and fished food from the stone trough with both hands.

Wang Fu took the opportunity to walk up to Shang Luo, and was just about to speak to Shang Luo, when suddenly, a rope fell from the sky and caught Wang Fu.

Wang Fu was so frightened that he lost his soul. A few mice tied him up and shook his head: "If this animal refuses to eat, it will definitely lose weight. Let's eat him first!"

The rat pressed Wang Fu hard, and the iron stick shook. Wang Fu screamed, struggling and shouting, "I'll eat, I'll eat!"

The mouse took away the iron stick, nodded, and threw Wang Fu in again, sneered sinisterly, showing white teeth: "Ten days from now, our clan will have a big banquet, and we will choose a group of thin people to cook, remember, the fatter you are, the better you will survive. "

After the mice finished speaking, they walked away.

Enduring the pain, Wang Fu joined the food grabbing team. After a long time, night fell and Shangluo was hungry. His legs and feet were inconvenient, so he couldn't grab food at all.

"Here, Shangluo, you have to eat more to have a chance of survival." Wang Fu sneaked out a handful of food and put it in Shangluo's hand. He looked haggard and aged many years.

It was a bone, not knowing what kind of animal it was. It was so badly boiled that it could be crushed and chewed off with your teeth.

Shangluo didn't want to eat it.

However, he was very hungry, and after he finished chewing the bone calmly, the feeling of hunger in his stomach became better.

Under the night, the north wind is very cold.

The mortals raised in the pen were trembling, most of them had no clothes, they were sitting or lying down, weeping softly.

There was also a crying girl next to Shangluo. The girl was probably in her teens, with an ordinary appearance, pale skin on her face, and freckles on her cheekbones under her eyes.

Thin body, like a hemp stalk.

A pair of eyes were dull, and he was only wearing a small coat, which just covered the important parts.

The girl was very cold, and probably felt that Shangluo's leg was broken, so he wouldn't have bad intentions for her, so she leaned against him to absorb a little warmth.

"Brother, I... I am cold, I rely on you to sleep." The girl said weakly.

Shangluo doesn't matter.

He was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky and the moon, his heart was silent, not afraid, he had no emotion.

Fear, compassion, or love.

(End of this chapter)