Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 719
When leaving the cave, Cuiwei looked back at the pale face on the stone bed and frowned slightly, muttering: "Master...Junior Sister...Yes, what?"

Do not understand.

I don't know when this person will die?
Cuiwei was still thinking about this question after Zhan Bai woke up again.

When Zhanbai woke up again, it was already nightfall the next day.

It snowed heavily.

Cuiwei thought that he just fell asleep and fell asleep, she was sad, sad that she would die without hearing those nice stories from this man, wasting her clothes to bandage his wounds.

Just when Cuiwei was thinking sadly whether to bury him alone or in the same place with the seven people before, Zhan Bai woke up.

Cuiwei was both surprised and delighted.

The surprise was that she was afraid that she would be strangled by him again, and the joy was that she seemed to have a story to listen to.

So when Cuiwei carefully handed a bowl of "porridge" that she had prepared to Zhan Bai, she asked, "When...when will you die?"

Cuiwei spoke very slowly, not fluently, and her voice was very hoarse because of being alone for many years.

The reason why she can still talk is because the old white man who raised her taught her when he was still alive. Half of the things in this cave were left by the old white man, and half of the things in the cave were left by her according to what he told her. People who have experienced the story described themselves learning to chisel to do it.

She remembered... It had been two years since she last saw anyone.

Zhan Bai's expression was originally cold, but when he saw the bowl of "porridge" and heard Cui Wei's words, his usually expressionless face showed a little reaction.

I saw the corners of his eyes trembling slightly.

Seeing that Zhanbai didn't speak, Cuiwei quickly put down the broken pottery bowl containing "porridge", quickly covered her neck, and said, "You, don't worry, if you die, I will bury you."

The old man said that when a person dies, he must be buried in the ground, and he must be buried in the ground, otherwise he will become a lonely ghost with nowhere to go.

Therefore, she buried all the seven people who died before him, including Lao Baiye of course.

"..." Zhan Bai gave Cui Wei a cold look, but still didn't say anything, just took the bowl of "porridge" she put on the stone bed, and drank it with his head held high.

The porridge was so bad that it was unspeakable, so bad that he drank it for nothing but felt the urge to vomit, but he held back and swallowed it down.

Cuiwei's eyes widened to see Zhan Bai finish the "porridge" she cooked, she was extremely shocked.

Those in front died of cold and starvation, because they would rather starve than eat what she cooked.

He ate what she cooked, he should...

"You won't die." The old man said, if you eat something, you won't die.

Zhanbai still didn't speak, and didn't thank him, he just put the bowl set back on the stone bed, then untied his clothes, glanced at the crooked cloth strip wrapped around his wound, raised his hand and untied it , didn't mind Cuiwei staring at him at all.

Throwing away the cloth strips that Cuiwei had wrapped for him, Zhan Bai tore off his clothes to cover the festering wound.

The wound was deep, but he didn't even change his eyes, as if he didn't feel pain.

The wound was too deep, and he couldn't stay here any longer.

Zhan Bai glanced at the sky outside the cave, and decided to leave at dawn tomorrow.

Thinking of this, he looked coldly at Cuiwei who was still staring at him, moved down from the stone bed, and said coldly: "Stay with the girl for a night, and leave tomorrow morning, girl Ende, come tomorrow report."

When Zhan Bai wrapped himself in his clothes and sat near the entrance of the cave, Cui Wei said excitedly: "You mean, you want...to repay me?"

"Yes." Zhan Bai's voice was as cold as his expression.

Cuiwei's big black and white eyes suddenly lit up, and she asked nervously as if she had encountered some great event: "Did the mountain... bloom?"

"Are the trees still green?"

Zhanbai turned his head, looked at Cuiwei, looked into her eyes, and nodded slightly after a while, "Yeah."

"Then, that's nothing, I want to go to bed." Cuiwei finished, not minding that her stone bed was cut off and slept for a day and a night, kicked off the straw sandals on her feet, and wrapped the old thick cloak Lie down and sleep.

Only then did Zhan Bai notice that Cuiwei was wearing a pair of straw sandals, a pair of worn-out straw sandals.

Her feet were tucked under the cloak, so he couldn't see her feet.

Zhanbai's eyes were very cold, very dark and deep.

The next day, when it was daylight, Zhan Bai left the cave.

When Cuiwei woke up, Zhan Bai's shadow was no longer in the cave.

The snow had stopped, and the snow on the ground was thicker.

Cuiwei didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Zhanbai's leaving without saying goodbye. She just got out of bed and went to the small wooden hut outside the cave to burn some snow to wash her face. Look around to see if there is anything to eat.

Ran Cuiwei was stunned when she came out of the cave.

Because of that cabin.

The cabin is still the same cabin, but it is not skewed, but flat and strong.

Cuiwei looked at the small wooden house and smiled, the light sunlight shone on her face, making her eyes extremely bright.

People in places with flowers and trees are all good people, right?

Don't know what flowers look like?
Don't know what the shade of trees looks like?
Green trees and red flowers, very beautiful.

It's just that the snow on the Tibetan Snow Mountain doesn't seem to melt, so there will never be green trees and red flowers.

When will the snow here melt?

Cuiwei was thinking, when will she meet the ninth person?
It never occurred to her that the ninth person she met would be the same person as the eighth person.

On the day he came again, there was no snow, there was sunshine, and the weather was fine.

He brought her a bouquet of red flowers with green leaves.

Later, she left the Tibetan Snow Mountain and saw real green trees and red flowers.

She was as beautiful as she thought.

The snow under the mountain is not like the snow on the Tibetan Snow Mountain. The snow under the mountain will melt.

After a long time, she also knew what a "junior sister" was.

It is a tomb.

The graves are covered with snow, and the snow is melting.

What will happen when the snow melts?
It's spring.

(End of this chapter)