Anthology of Gu Long: End of the World, Bright Moon, Knife

Chapter 22: Between Life and Death (1)
Dead black!Dead silence!
No light, no sound, neither is scary, what is really scary is no hope.

They have completely fallen into the trap of death.

The children are not crying, the children are suckling, and only in their sucking is the vitality of life throbbing.

But how long can their lives last?
Fu Hongxue clenched his saber tightly again, but now even his saber couldn't break through this death trap!

He should have gone to comfort Zhuo Yuzhen, but he didn't know what to say, his heart was too disturbed.

Between life and death, he has always been very indifferent, and what he can't let go of are these two children.

Although he is not the real father of the children, there is already a wonderful connection between them, even closer than father and son.

Because these two children were welcomed into the world with his own hands, as if they had become the continuation of his own life.

This kind of emotion is complex and subtle, and it is because human beings have this kind of emotion that this world can exist.

Zhuo Yuzhen suddenly said: "I heard from Ming Yuexin that you seem to have been imprisoned here before?"

Fu Hongxue said, "Yes."

Zhuo Yuzhen said: "Since you had a way to escape before, you must be able to figure out a way now."

Her eyes glowed with hope.

Fu Hongxue really couldn't bear to let her hope be dashed, but he couldn't keep her from knowing the truth.

"The last time we got away, it was only because there happened to be a sharp weapon that broke the wall at that time."

Now the place is empty, except for the four of them, there is only one corpse.

The corpses were cold and stiff, and they must be like this sooner or later.

Zhuo Yuzhen still had a glimmer of hope in her eyes: "I often hear people say that your saber is the unparalleled sharp weapon in the world!"

Fu Hongxue looked at the knife in his hand, and his voice was full of hatred: "This is a sharp weapon for killing people, not for saving lives."

What he hates is not others, but himself, as long as the children can live, he will do anything.

But there was nothing he could do.

Zhuo Yuzhen's hope was finally completely shattered, but she forced a smile and said, "At least we still have one hope."

She was comforting Fu Hongxue: "Yan Nanfei wants you to wait here, he will definitely come back."

Fu Hongxue said: "If he wants to come back, he should have come back long ago. Even if he comes back now, he will definitely think that we are no longer here."

Zhuo Yuzhen closed her mouth.

Of course she also knew that Fu Hongxue was telling the truth. Yan Nanfei absolutely never thought that they would stay here for so long, let alone that Fu Hongxue would be buried here alive.

With Fu Hongxue's eyesight and reaction, no matter how anyone above takes any action, they should not be able to hide it from him.

And who would have imagined that he was delivering the child at that time?And who would have imagined that there would be children crying here?

There are many things in the world that no one can predict, and real things are sometimes even stranger than myths.

The children started crying again.

Fu Hongxue's palms were dripping with cold sweat, and he suddenly remembered that there was one more thing he could do for them.

A thing he would rather die than do.

But now he must do it.

——Zhao Ping is also an old Jianghu, and the old Jianghu always carries some first aid and contingency things on his body.

To deprive a dead man of everything, this kind of thing makes him sick when he thinks about it.

But now he is already doing this kind of thing.

He found a fire bag, a coil of long rope, a piece of realgar essence to drive away snakes and ward off evil spirits, a bottle of medicine for knife wounds, half a piece of ginseng that had been eaten, a bunch of keys, a bead flower, a few golden scorpions, A few banknotes and a letter.

Pearls and gold were originally treasures that people in the world would use all means to grab them, even at the expense of exchanging their own personalities, but now, they have become worthless.

Isn't this also a kind of irony?

Weakness after childbirth, the milk of children.

Everyone knows that what Zhuo Yuzhen needs most now is ginseng.

Fu Hongxue pulled out the knife silently, and cut off the gnawed part—this was the first time he drew out the knife for an inanimate thing, but it was the second time Zhuo Yuzhen saw his knife.He doesn't care.

The barrier between him and Zhuo Yuzhen had been broken during the process of giving birth.

Now there is a strange connection between the two of them.

Zhuo Yuzhen didn't mention this matter either, and took the ginseng silently, but her eyes were fixed on the bead flower.

It was a peony, and every pearl was flawless.

The soft luster and delicate casting make it look more extraordinary and beautiful in the dark.

There was light in her eyes again.

She is a woman after all.

The charm of jewelry is something no woman can resist.

Fu Hongxue hesitated, and finally handed it to her.

Maybe he shouldn't have done it, but at this moment, why didn't he let her have a little more fun?A little joy?
Zhuo Yuzhen smiled like a child.

The crying child suddenly fell asleep.

Fu Hongxue said, "You should go to bed too!"

Zhuo Yuzhen said, "I can't sleep."

Fu Hongxue said, "As long as you close your eyes, you will naturally fall asleep."

He could see that she was tired, she had lost too much blood, she had suffered and frightened too much.

Her eyes finally closed, and suddenly she sank into the quiet and sweet darkness.

Fu Hongxue looked at them quietly, the sleeping mother and babies, this should have been such a happy and beautiful picture, but now...he gritted his teeth, determined not to let himself cry.

Now he must find everything that can help them get out. Although he has a pair of eyes that can see in the dark, he is too tired.

He flashed the fire folder, and the first thing he saw was the eight characters on the envelope.

The face is my younger brother Yan Nanfei.

feather.

feather?
Gong Ziyu?
Could it be that Young Master Yu entrusted Zhao Ping to deliver this letter to Yan Nanfei?

my brother?

What is the relationship between them?
Fu Hongxue suppressed his curiosity, folded up the letter, and kept it in his bosom.

Zhao Ping had no chance to hand over this letter, and he hoped that he would have the chance to see Yan Nanfei again.

But he also knows that this hope is really very slim.

To Fu Hongxue, apart from this letter and ginseng, what he found from Zhao Ping was totally worthless.

Because he overlooked one point - a man like Zhao Ping shouldn't be wearing beads.

By the time he thought of this, it was too late.

Both the mother and the children were still sleeping, when a strange sound suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Fu Hongxue turned on the fire switch again, and saw a few snakes jumping out of the stone cabinet and heading towards the dark place in the left corner.

They can't stand the smell of realgar.

There is no ventilation in the cellar, the air is gradually stagnant, and the smell of realgar is particularly strong.

Fu Hongxue immediately discovered another terrible thing—maybe they would have suffocated to death before the hunger and thirst became unbearable.

Especially children.

Children do not have the ability to adapt to the environment.

Just then, he discovered another thing, an exciting thing.

As soon as the snakes jumped into the dark corner, they disappeared.

There must be a way out there.

There is indeed a crack on the stone wall in the corner, do you know that it has already existed?Or was it cracked by him last time?

Although he is not a snake, although he does not know whether this stone wall is on the ground or underground.

But as long as there is a chance, he must not miss it.

He drew his knife!

When Zhuo Yuzhen woke up, Fu Hongxue had been digging on the stone wall for a long time, and the cracks on the stone wall had gradually grown to the point where even the fattest mouse could come in and out.

Too bad they're not mice.

The children woke up and cried, cried and fell asleep.

Zhuo Yuzhen took off her coat, spread it on the floor, quietly put down the sleeping child, and struggled to stand up quietly.

Fu Hongxue was panting, and the clothes on his body were soaked. People who fell asleep might not notice it, but his physical strength was exhausted, and the stale air was almost unbearable for him.

He had to get out immediately, he tried harder, and suddenly, with a sound of "collapse", a gap was made on the edge of the blade.

This knife has become a part of his body, even a part of his life.

But his hand didn't stop.

Zhuo Yuzhen took a bite of ginseng and passed it silently.

Fu Hongxue shook his head: "The children need to be fed, you need more physical strength than me."

Zhuo Yuzhen said sadly: "But if you fall down, who else will live?"

Fu Hongxue gritted his teeth, another gap appeared on the blade.

Zhuo Yuzhen's tears flowed down her cheeks.

This is a unparalleled sharp weapon in the world, enough to change the color of the situation and make the heroes frightened, but now it is not as useful as a shovel.

How cruel and sad is this?

Of course Fu Hongxue himself could feel this feeling, he was almost about to collapse.

Zhuo Yuzhen's hand suddenly stretched out quietly, holding a palm full of sweet spring.

As soon as Fu Hongxue opened his mouth, the sweet spring flowed into his mouth, and an indescribable sweet fragrance penetrated into his heart.

This is her milk.

Fu Hongxue had already vowed not to cry anymore, but at this moment, hot tears could not help but burst out of his eyes.

At this moment, something suddenly protruded from the crack in the stone wall, it turned out to be a sword.

The bright red sword!

There is a skirt tied to the sword, on which are written ten words written in blood: "I'm not dead yet, you can't die either!"

The children cried again.

The loud cry symbolizes the active life!
The sky is full of sunshine.

The children finally saw the sun.

Fu Hongxue only hoped that all the children in the world who were born in the dark could live in the sunshine.

"I would have gone, I have gone three times."

"But you came back three times."

"I don't know why I came back. I thought you would never be inside." Yan Nanfei was laughing, "Because I never dreamed that Fu Hongxue would be buried alive."

There was no malice in his smile, he was really full of joy: "I was going to leave again for the last time."

"Why didn't you leave?"

"Because I suddenly heard a strange sound, as if someone was eating broad beans."

"That's the sound of a knife edge collapsing."

"Whose knife is it?"

"mine."

Yan Nanfei raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth wide, looking at Fu Hongxue in surprise, even more surprised than hearing that the earth had a gap.

(End of this chapter)