My Lady, Something is Wrong

In the forest, a few more corpses appeared...

His face turned pale in an instant, his heart was terrified, his whole body trembled, and he seemed to have thought of something terrible.

"Are you looking for me?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, like a thunderbolt, which frightened him suddenly and turned around!

It's still that familiar face.

It's just that the low self-esteem and cowardice that had always been on this face had disappeared, replaced by a terrifying calm.

Calm like the deep sea.

Wang Pu's teeth were chattering, his face was pale, and an ugly smile was squeezed out of his face.

Luo Qingzhou stared into his eyes: "You are holding a dagger in your hand, are you trying to kill me?"

Wang Pu's hand in his sleeve trembled suddenly, and then his eyes flashed fiercely, and suddenly a hoarse roar came from his throat, like a desperate beast, the dagger in his sleeve stabbed fiercely towards his chest!

"Go to hell—"

But the sharp dagger was pinched by two fingers as soon as it reached the chest.

No matter how hard he roared, it was difficult to make an inch, as if he had stabbed into a piece of hard iron!

Wang Pu suddenly raised his head and looked at the thin young man in front of him, with a look of incredible astonishment on his face: "You...you are..."

"boom!"

Luo Qingzhou punched him in the chest.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

Wang Pu fell to the ground, his chest was sunken, his ribs were broken, and a large amount of blood gushed from his throat, instantly occupying his mouth and nose.

He widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and raised his fingers with difficulty, as if he wanted to speak, but blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose.

"I'm a scholar... didn't you already know?"

After Luo Qingzhou finished speaking, he stepped on his sunken chest with one foot.

Immediately, he turned around and went down the mountain.

The mountain wind blew past, and the clothes fluttered.

Wang Pu widened his eyes, tilted his head, looked at his tall back with bloody eyes, and gradually disappeared...

"Book...Scholar..."

Blood spurted from his throat, and he made the last sound of despair.

Immediately, completely killed.

Chapter 61 The Ruined Village

Three forks.

Xiaodie, dressed in a green dress, stood uneasily under a big tree, looking forward to the foot of the mountain.

Soon.

Her eyes lit up, and a happy smile finally appeared on her face.

"Son..."

She ran up with tears in her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou gently hugged her still trembling body and comforted her softly: "It's alright, don't be afraid."

It was the first time the little girl saw that kind of bloody scene, and it was the first time she saw him kill, so she was naturally scared.

Xiaodie cried and said, "Young Master, you have a lot of blood on your body, let's go home quickly..."

Luo Qingzhou held her little hand and looked at the road where he came.

After a pause, he bent down and whispered into the little girl's ear: "Xiao Die, we won't go home for the time being today, the son will take you to a fun place."

"what?"

When the little girl heard this, her face was stunned: "Where...where?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at the other path with complicated eyes: "Where I was born."

Fluttershy opened her eyes.

"Let's go."

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to stay here for too long, so he pulled her and walked towards another unfamiliar path covered by grass.

Can't go home right now.

If there is still an ambush on the road, in his current state, he and this little girl are probably going to be more fortunate.

I can only go to that small mountain village to stay for one night.

Wait until dawn tomorrow, and then take a carriage back to the city by surprise.

"Oh."

Xiaodie didn't say anything more, she was led by him obediently, and walked down another path, her eyes were full of dependence.

No matter where the son goes, she will follow.

Even if the son sells her, she is willing.

If the son really sells her, the big deal is that after the son gets the money and leaves, she will sneak out and go to the son again.

Anyway, she will always be the son of the son in her whole life, in the next life.

Never be separated from your son!

The two master and servant were walking on the deserted path, but they did not speak.

Luo Qingzhou pricked up his ears and remained vigilant, looking back from time to time to confirm whether anyone was following him.

The small mountain village in my memory is only four or five kilometers away from here.

However, this small road has been neglected all the year round, and the grass has spread, and the road can no longer be seen in many places.

noon.

The two finally saw the small mountain village in front of them.

Today's small mountain village is desolate and dilapidated.

After several attacks by monsters, most of the young people in the village died. Except for some lonely and widowed elderly people who had lost their relatives and stubbornly stayed there, there were no young people in the village, and the children were missing.

The liveliness of the village used to be like yesterday.

But even in the past, what remained in Luo Qingzhou's memory was almost all shadows.

The mother was pregnant out of wedlock. After giving birth to him, she didn't even know who the father was. There was a lot of discussion in the village, and the mother and son were nailed to the pillar of shame.

There are vitriolic, sarcastic and insulting words almost every day.

Even children don't play with him.

In order to raise him as an adult and let him study, his mother suffered all the scorn and humiliation in the village, but she still persevered.

After his grandfather and grandmother passed away and his uncle and second uncle left the village and never returned, his mother was alone and without protection. She was afraid that he would be hurt, and wanted him to have a better life, so she shamelessly took him into the city. , into the Chengguofu.

Since then, the mother and son have never returned to this sad village.

With these things in mind, Luo Qingzhou took Xiaodie to the river in front of the village to briefly clean it before entering the village.

The village that used to be full of children playing, dogs barking, and adults scolding, has now become silent.

Weeds overgrown the front and back of the house.

The iron locks on the gates are rusted, and the courtyard walls of some houses have collapsed.

Luo Qingzhou took Xiaodie and walked and watched all the way. Through the courtyard gate, he only saw two old people, sitting alone in the small courtyard, closed his eyes and basking in the sun, as if waiting for that. A day comes.

Luo Qingzhou did not stop, and came to the small courtyard where he once lived with his mother.

The gate has rotted and fallen, and half of the courtyard wall has collapsed. I don't know if it was hit by the wind and rain for a long time, or was pushed down by the villagers after their mother and son left.

The small yard was full of lush grass, broken bricks, and some tattered cloth buried in the dirt.

There is nothing in the house.

Even the tables, stools, and beds have been moved clean.

Fortunately, the four walls are still there, the roof is still there, and it can also shelter from the wind and rain.

"Master, is this where you and your wife used to live?"

Xiaodie looked at the scene here with a sad expression on her face.

"Clean up the room, we'll be here for one night tonight."

Luo Qingzhou didn't say more, walked out of the room and said, "I'm going to see what to eat. You should be hungry too, right? Don't run around, just stay in the room."

"oh oh."

Xiaodie agreed and went to find the broom.

There are brooms in the small courtyard, but they are already rotten.

But it doesn't matter, you can wrap it in a cleaning cloth and continue to use it to sweep the floor.

There should still be water in the well.

Luo Qingzhou walked out of the small courtyard and walked towards the end of the village, watching from house to house.

Near the end of the village, he saw an old woman.

The old woman in a shabby padded jacket was sitting on the chair in front of the door, her eyes clouded and confused looking at the mountains in the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

The old woman was full of white hair, her face was full of folds and frost, her back was hunched, and she was dying.

But Luo Qingzhou recognized her at the first sight of her.

Back then, this village was the most vicious to his mother, and the worst person was the person in front of him.

He still clearly remembered that one summer, his mother picked up a wild watermelon from the mountains and came back.