After being beaten to death with random sticks: my brothers begged me to forgive me

Chapter 66
"Jaundice is caused by fever and may also be... contagious."

Jiang Muge will never forget this color in his life.

The masters came out of the mountain because of jaundice; it was also because the masters saved the world that the emperor Ye Ruixian wanted to summon them, but Han Momo hired someone to replace them.

In the end, it led to the disaster of Yaowang Valley.

It is reasonable to say that there are still more than three months before the outbreak of jaundice in the previous life.

This corpse appeared here, maybe it was just an accident.

But she had to watch out.

Han Zhenlian frowned, and moved away from the corpse: "He's been here all this time, if we're going to be infected, I'm afraid we've already been infected."

"You can't tell," she smiled wryly, "on the shore, if you don't drink his flesh and blood, you shouldn't be infected. It's just that the water has soaked him for a long time, and we've all swam around. Now that I find out, I'm afraid It's too late.

"Is this a terminal illness? Or is there a cure?"

"Some people suffer from acute jaundice and die quickly, while others can survive for ten days and a half months."

"Wait, there is no recovery?"

"No, but you have to take your time and depend on luck."

Han Zhenlian took out the wine gourd, uncorked the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

Jiang Muge shook his head: "It's too cold here, Mr. Han, don't drink, we should find a dry place to light a fire to keep warm as soon as possible. If this continues, we will also have typhoid fever."

The two dragged the three dead bodies listlessly, and began to walk west along the edge of the cliff.

The afternoon sun gradually faded, but the sunset was beautiful.

The warm light shone on her body, and the dripping clothes gradually became warmer.But when the wind blows again, it is still cold.Bone cold.

Walking a few steps makes people shiver.From time to time, she and Han Zhenlian would sneeze at the same time.

None of them noticed that white powder fell behind them along the way, starting from the lake and following the trail they just walked, continuously laying down guidance.A hand protruded from the black cuff and continued to sprinkle a stream of white powder.

The dragged body of the black-clothed killer kept rubbing against each other, but his eyes were always closed, as if unconscious.

After the sun went down, the two finally entered a cave.

They had nothing to say all the way, and they had no strength to walk, but when they got to this cave, they had to open their mouths, and a word or two popped out of their mouths from time to time, discussing how to divide labor and cooperate.

"Pick up", "fire", "fall down" and so on, concise and to the point.

Surprisingly, they all understood what each other was saying, and no one made mistakes.It is rare to have a tacit understanding.

Jiang Muge brought a fire booklet, and asked Han Zhenlian to gather firewood, set up a shelf, filled an empty flagon with water from Lianhe, and heated it on it.

Relying on her years of experience, she picked a lot of edible wild vegetables, stewed them with the ingredients in the cinnamon twig soup medicine bag that Red Fish stuffed into her, and cooked a pot of steaming wild vegetable soup.

Fortunately, what Red Fish brought her was the ingredients of Guizhi soup, not Sanhuang soup.There are ginger, licorice, etc., which are the best cooking.After cooking five pots and drinking them, the two of them immediately felt warmer.

After drinking the soup, it was getting late.

Even though the clothes have been roasted for a while, they are still wet, making it difficult to sleep at all.

Han Zhenlian lay on the couch made of straw with his head on his head, and couldn't help but ask, "Tell me, when will they find us?"

"I don't know. It's cold."

This is a nonsense sentence used as the opening remark of Xiantian, and it is asking about things that she has no way of knowing.Feel free to answer yes.

Sure enough, Han Zhenlian breathed a sigh of relief: "Yeah, it's not an option to go on like this. If you don't mind, can I take off my shirt and pants to dry, and leave only my underwear to sleep...?"

However, Jiang Muge suddenly felt that he was abducted into the pit, covered his wet clothes with both hands, and asked, "Then what about me?"

"I'm a man, it's nothing, you forget it."

After Han Zhenlian said this, his face looked deathly.

There is a posture of breaking a jar.

"Okay," she wrapped her clothes tightly, shivering, and turned her back, "Then take it off."

Han Zhenlian stared at her pitiful little figure and closed his eyes: "It's better for you to take off too. We are brothers and sisters, so we don't look at each other, isn't it good?"

"No, no, if I'm cold, I'll cook another bowl of soup."

"Forget it!" Han Zhenlian listened, heaved a long sigh, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to take it off either. It's true, it's outrageous... I can't sleep tonight, so don't sleep, let's have soup together. Anyway, yours is also a prescription for treating wind and cold, right?"

It was getting colder at night.When Jiang Muge answered, his teeth were trembling.

"One, drink medicine while catching a cold?"

"Yeah," he couldn't help laughing, "we're miserable."

Jiang Muge also laughed, turned around, and fell on the couch opposite him.

It turned out that Han Zhenlian was not always so proud.

Occasionally he still has a touch of humanity.

The night that followed was extremely long.

Inside the cave, the three men in black tied by the ropes in their arms were motionless, but Jiang Muge gave them each an injection to feel at ease.

At the entrance of the cave, the flames kept crackling, quiet and restless.

In the cave, the two turned their backs to each other, each unable to sleep.

After a long time, Jiang Muge suddenly heard a very soft sound from the opposite side, not knowing if it was the raving in his dream.

"I think you are very different from what I imagined."

She closed her eyes again without turning over: "Did you sleep?"

"... Where can I sleep?"

"Not used to it?"

Han Zhenlian didn't take it seriously: "When I was younger than you, I wandered the rivers and lakes alone, crossing mountains and ridges for the sake of picking up the wind. What kind of situation have I never experienced? It's not like I can't sleep because of this."

"Me too, but this is the first time I sleep in wet clothes. I'm not used to it."

Han Zhenlian smiled: "That's the first time for me. Not only that, at the end of the day, I pretended to have a lot of things in my mind that I couldn't solve. I closed my eyes and started to think about it, but I couldn't figure it out anyway. I couldn't fall asleep anyway. "

Jiang Muge immediately turned over, resting his chin on his hands, and looked at him cautiously: "Then don't sleep, Mr. Han, tell me about how you broke through the rivers and lakes when you were young?"

The legend-like experience of the painter Han Zhenlian is endless, but she has always been most curious about this story.

She was born to grow up in the countryside; Han Zhenlian was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, but he wanted to actively seek the countryside.Occasionally, she would think that if she didn't have to treat Han Zhenlian as her elder brother and worry about trivial issues all day long, she must ask him this story in person.

Never thought that one day she would really be able to ask him this sentence calmly.

"There's nothing new, my parents don't like to hear about it," Han Zhenlian said in a daze, "What I remember most is that I fought wits and bravery with the hens I raised every day to steal eggs, ate scrambled eggs with wine, and sat on the mountain. day."

"Is there no one else?"

"There is no one else. To paint, you should find a secluded place, observe everything in peace, and really open your eyes."

"So, what ordinary people open is a pair of fake eyes?"

There was a rustling sound from behind.

Han Zhenlian also turned over, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Well, it can be said that. 'Painting' means 'seeing'."

(End of this chapter)