Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 7 Extra Meal

Wang Hu's lips trembled as he hurriedly differentiated and told his past history.

Lu Ye was afraid that his provincial accent would arouse the other party's suspicion, so he quickly stepped in to help.

But he noticed that Boss Sun didn't pay attention to what the two said, with a cat-and-mouse expression on his face and a sneer on his lips.

A sudden realization dawned on Lu Zhiyi, and he suddenly felt desperate.

This is really an unreasonable disaster. This boss Sun doesn't care at all whether they are accomplices of the gangsters. He even knows that the two of them are innocent.

But all Boss Sun needs is to capture two homeless people and go back to work with them.

Aren't the two of them just food on the lips?

Even if they were afraid that the two would not be able to answer their confessions when they returned, they could just cut off their heads to repay the crime. Just because they resisted fiercely and failed to hold back, could the higher-ups ask the dead for confirmation?

I only stayed here for one night and ate two meals of thin flour porridge mixed with dirt. Is this going to kill me?

Lu Ye was completely unwilling to accept it. He had magical powers but was about to be killed without a chance to use them. It was so frustrating!

Brother Zhang stretched out his hand to stop them. He glanced at Lu Ye and Wang Hu and smiled.

"Boss, these two refugees are so thin that they have lost their appearance. Even if they cut off their heads and return home, the county magistrate won't believe them."

He pointed at the dead bodies of the two Mazis on the ground.

"Which family's spies are so miserable? And they still have to cook for people to eat?"

"In the bandit army, even if you are living together, you can still eat something to fill your stomach."

"Why don't you wait, brothers, maybe you can gain something from the surroundings, how about that?"

Boss Sun showed hesitation on his face and frowned.

"I'm afraid there aren't many strong refugees on the road, so why not chop off their heads first..."

Just as he was speaking halfway, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the air outside the ruined temple. It was the sound caused by their fellow archers firing bows and arrows.

The two looked at each other with joy on their faces.

"There's movement!"

"There are really thieves coming to help."

"Come on!"

They turned around and left, their footsteps creating a breeze in the temple.

Brother Zhang walked out of the temple gate and looked back at Lu Ye and Wang Hu, sighed softly, and left!

The sound of horse hooves came from outside. Soon, the sound of horse hooves became quieter and gradually became inaudible, and then only the whistling sound of wind was left in the air.

Lu Ye and Wang Hu looked at each other, and they collapsed to the ground almost at the same time, sweating profusely.

Too dangerous!

If military attaché Zhang Er Ge hadn't kindly stopped me.

If there hadn't been a beep in the air just now.

The two of them might be dead now!

That military attaché, Mr. Sun, is too cruel!

In other words, the officers and soldiers are so cruel now!

He clearly knew that Lu Ye and the two were not subordinates of the bandit Chuang Potian, but he didn't care about killing good people and taking credit!

"Boss Sun" wants to chop off the heads of both of them and go back to work, so that they can look better on the credit book.

"Second Brother Zhang" deliberately stopped him from the side, but he could only use the excuse that the two of them were too thin and did not look like thieves!

No one can survive in this troubled world!

The two of them panted violently on the ground. After a while, they regained their strength and climbed up, looking at each other speechlessly.

Wang Hu was about to open his mouth to speak.

Just listen to the sound of horse hooves outside the ruined temple, accompanied by the screams of people.

The two of them were so frightened that they quickly lay down and carefully looked through the hole in the broken wall.

I saw Tou'er Sun and his entourage passing by on horseback on the dirt road in front of the ruined temple. He rode his horse with his head held high and his whip raised in front of the crowd, with a proud look on his face.

There were several round cloth bags hanging under the neck of the horse he was riding. The bottom of the cloth bag was dyed red, and there were bright red liquid dripping from it.

Brother Zhang was riding behind him, and walking alongside him was the green mule that had been ridden by a bandit who had been beheaded before.

There was also a strong refugee on the mule's saddle. His hands and feet were tied and he was lying on the back of the mule. His head rushed down, his face was red from suppressing the pain.

Several archers behind urged their horses to follow.

The archer who had almost lost his life before tied up his hair with a cloth and rode at the back of the team.

I saw a rope tied behind his saddle, and tied to one end of the rope was a refugee who had fallen to the ground and couldn't stand up, being dragged by the horse.

His clothes had long been worn into pieces and hung on his bloody body, leaving large blood marks wherever he passed on the dirt road, and he was cursing at the top of his lungs.

"Dog officers and soldiers must die a good death..."

The group of people passed by the ruined temple without stopping and left directly.

Only headless corpses and dead hounds were left on the dirt road, proving that they had been here before.

There were also intermittent blood marks on the dirt road, guiding them in the direction of departure. Phew!

Lu Ye and Wang Hu let out a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

Survived, finally survived again!

These murderous gods finally left.

Lu Ye suppressed his excitement. He had seen too many tragedies in this troubled world. His ability to withstand stress combined with the memory of the original owner was much stronger than in his previous life.

He pointed to the dirt road outside the ruined temple.

"Huzi, what do you think?"

"Brother, the master is right, there are still good people among the officers and soldiers." Wang Hu murmured.

Lu Ye was troubled by Huzi's perspective on the problem.

He pointed his finger at the dead hound track on the dirt track.

"Huzi, look at that hound, do you have any ideas?"

Wang Hu's eyes lit up.

"Meat?"

"Yes!"

With dog meat in front of them, the two of them forgot about fear.

What's so scary about death.

Starving to death is terrible.

The two people ran out of the ruined temple, Wang Hu picked up the hound, and Lu Ye also picked up the dagger dropped by the dead thief on the ground.

This dagger was only about one palm long and was quite rough. There were a few gaps the size of rice grains on it. No wonder it was abandoned by the officers and soldiers.

The two returned to the ruined temple happily.

"Huzi, God has given us two brothers extra food to see us sworn sworn brothers."

"Brother is right, you must eat enough this time."

The two of them were busy building firewood, skinning and removing meat.

A few hours later, the two of them were lying happily with their bellies half-expanded.

I clearly know that if I am hungry for a long time and overeat, I may die from overeating, but when I really eat, I always stop after the next bite.

Just now, the two brothers almost fulfilled their vow to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

After burping a few times and chatting for a while, Lu Ye brought the topic back to martial arts - after everything he had gone through today, the only thought in his mind was to practice martial arts, become stronger, and live a good life.

"Huzi, who is the leader Sun who wields the gun today stronger or weaker than your master?"

Wang Hu replied.

"Brother, the military attache who used the gun today is still worse than my master. His copper skin has only been trained to a small level, and its color is bronze. My master has already trained it to the level of its color is like brass."

"Whenever you practice until your skin color becomes as white as copper, just like ordinary people, this is the sign that you have achieved bronze skin."

"The master also said that I am naturally powerful and have a good understanding. If I can enter the copper-skinned martial arts realm in three to five years, and in another ten years of hard work, I might have the opportunity to reach the steel-framed martial arts realm in the future."

"As for the Steel Bone Martial Master realm, there are also the Iron Zang Great Martial Master and the Silver Marrow Grandmaster," Wang Hu said with a look of infinite yearning in his eyes. "It is said that there is a path behind the Grandmaster. Unfortunately, even my master doesn't know about that realm. "

"If I could see how the Grandmaster would act, I wouldn't have any complaints even if he wanted me to die."

Lu Yimei added another comment after Wang Hu's honesty and simplicity - Wu Madman.

He deliberately led him to find out more information about martial arts, but unfortunately Wang Hu's master was only a martial arts scholar.

Wang Hu was just an outer disciple who paid money, not a direct disciple, so he quickly emptied his stomach of knowledge, turning over and over again and there was nothing useful anymore.

Instead, he patted his chest and promised that when the two brothers regained their strength after having a full stomach, they would pass on the martial arts learned from their master.

Lu Ye smiled and nodded in response, his heart moved, and a picture of fish and dragon appeared in his mind.

"Lu Ye, 17 years old.

Roots and Bones - The talent of a middle-aged person, with mediocre qualifications.

Status - Moderately weak.

Lifespan: 17/49.

Qi and blood——20/100. "

(End of this chapter)