Lights on the other side

Chapter 52

In the early morning of the next day, just as Li Ruoci and Qu Xuese were discussing matters in the main hall, Ling Hua strode in.

"My lord, Mr. Sheng is gone."

Qu Xue's face changed, she immediately ended the conversation with Li Ruoci, and Ling Hua walked out.

Li Ruoci said thoughtfully: I was still chatting with him in the first half of the night, and ran away in the second half of the night. The movements are really neat.

He looked at the stunned people beside him, coughed twice, and said, "Qu Xuese is gone, let's continue."

"Okay...Okay." Everyone quickly came to their senses.

At this time, outside Lingzhou City, Sheng Wuxia was sitting on a carriage carrying goods.

The forest was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the wheels of the carriage creaked.

a little cold.

After leaving the city, he met this caravan. Since his injuries were not healed, he couldn't go too far, so he let this caravan take him for a ride.Lingzhou was the closest to Wuxitian, so he planned to go directly to Pei Shi.First of all, it is the matter of the Northwest Front, and then the matter of never falling into the sky must be considered in the long run.

Thinking of Pei Shi, Sheng Wuxia suddenly felt a little helpless. Recently, Pei Shi's condition was a bit bad, and he often didn't know what he was thinking.However, Sheng Wuxia understood quite well, after all, no one would feel better if a friend's betrayal was put on him, and it was the same for him.

When he saw Li Ruoci last night, he suddenly felt that he was still Mr. Lin back then, following Pei Shi's side, and he didn't like talking.However, the world is impermanent, and people's hearts are easy to change, but people's hearts are changeable.

Just thinking about it, the carriage came out of the forest, the river flowed below, they were on the hillside, and a small city stood quietly below.

"My lord, we're here. We're going into the city. Do you want to go in?" The person from the caravan in front asked him.

Sheng Wuxia shook his head, he didn't intend to take such a crowded road, it would be too conspicuous.He decided to go from the small village next to him.He got off the car, thanked the caravan, and walked to the left alone.He stopped and walked, resting for a while from time to time, and then took some stream water to drink.In the evening, he finally saw a little smoke from the kitchen, and he immediately felt a little comforted.

Sheng Wuxia took a closer look, and there seemed to be signs of being burned around the village, and there were no cattle or sheep. It was barren, and only the upper part of the withered grass was burnt black.He just remembered that there was a war in Lingzhou more than ten days ago, and the village must not have been spared.

The village is very dilapidated, basically houses made of mud covered with a layer of straw.Only a few old men and women in tattered clothes came and went on the street. Their expressions were numb, as if their hearts were ashes after excessive sorrow.The few traces of joy in Sheng Wuxia's heart gradually turned into inexplicable sadness.

But seeing that it was getting late, he felt that it was not safe for him to walk at night like this, so he decided to find a family to stay overnight.He looked around, finally picked a house that looked better, and knocked on the door.

"Is there anyone please?"

After knocking a few times, seeing no one answered, Sheng Wuxia put down her hands and decided to give up looking for the next one.Just as he turned around, there was a dark crack in the door.

"Who?"

Sheng Wuxia immediately said: "It's getting late, may I stay here for one night?"

The person inside poked her head out, a middle-aged woman with a cloth scarf on her head, and looked him up and down.

"Oh, come in."

Sheng Wuxia followed in. It was very dark inside, the roof was so low that it would overwhelm people's heads, and there was a strange smell in the air.The woman went into the back room and lit a small lamp, holding it in her hand.With the help of the light, Sheng Wuxia vaguely saw a person lying in the room.

"You live here." The woman led him to a house on the other side.

"Thank you." Sheng Wuxia thanked quickly.

"Do you want to eat? There is porridge in the pot." When he turned around, the woman had already opened the pot, filled two bowls of porridge and placed them on the low table.

Sheng Wuxia couldn't refuse, so she found a small bench and sat down with the woman.The porridge is mixed with rough grits and bran, which is a bit hard to swallow.

"Slender skin and tender flesh, white and clean, which family's son is he?" The woman looked at him with turbid eyes.

"No, no." Sheng Wuxia waved his hand in denial.

After hearing this, the woman ignored him and continued to eat with her head down.The quiet air made Sheng Wuxia a little nervous, so he asked, "Are you alone at home?"

"No, I still have a son."

The woman looked up at him again and said, "It's almost as old as you."

Sheng Wuxia smiled: "That's really good, what about others?"

The woman said indifferently: "Go out."

"Oh." Sheng Wuxia nodded, took a few more sips, and finished the porridge in the bowl.

After walking for a day, he was a little sleepy, so he wanted to rest early and start his journey early tomorrow morning.He was really afraid that Qu Xuese would catch up, although he really didn't know where he had provoked him.Even though Lian Yetian and Santian have faced tit-for-tat in the past few years, and he has heard Qu Xuese's name before, but the real encounter was only in Fengzhou once, and he passed out immediately, almost losing half his life. It stands to reason that apart from this, there should be no intersection.

I really don't understand why Qu Xuese is so persistent.

Sheng Wuxia sat on the bed, unfolded the quilt, and patted the dust on it.Just as he was about to lie down to sleep, he found a small opening in the window, and the cold wind poured in from inside, so he had to get up to close the window.

A pair of eyes flashed outside.

Sheng Wuxia noticed something unusual, opened the window, and there was no one outside, except for the cold wind blowing in.

"It's so cold..."

He touched his body, the clothes were too thin, but he had nothing else to wear, he could only wrap the quilt tightly, although the quilt was a bit dirty, but that was all there was to it.

After closing the window, Sheng Wuxia lay down, and after a while of groggy, he fell asleep.This time he slept very deeply, and he didn't know how long he had slept. He tried to move his hands and feet, but found that he couldn't move anyway.

With a chill in his heart, Sheng Wuxia suddenly opened his eyes.

The room was brightly lit, as if someone had lit all the oil lamps.He looked down and saw that he was tied with a rope from his legs to his shoulders. He was leaning on the head of the bed, unable to move.

Sheng Wuxia immediately understood that there was something wrong with the porridge.

He looked up, but was terrified.The woman on the opposite side was sitting on the head of the bed, sewing a person carefully.

That's really a person.

The needle and the thread passed through the flesh, and the thread turned blood red.The man's body was covered with scars, an unknown amount of skin and flesh had been lost, and even white bones were exposed in a few places, but the woman stitched them up one by one.Thick stitches were densely covered on his skin, like worms crawling ferociously.

But his face was as if it had been burned by a fire, the eyelids and lips were gone, and the teeth underneath were blackened.The hair is mutilated.

The man was obviously dead, but the woman didn't realize it, she was still seriously sewing up the wound on the man's neck with a needle and thread.

Sheng Wuxia looked horrified at all this.He took a silent breath, and began to try to untie the rope with his hands tied behind him.But the rope at the back was tied in a dead knot, and he didn't untie it with a scratch on his wrist.

When the woman heard the voice, she turned her head and said, "Are you awake?"

Sheng Wuxia was scared, but she was calm and nodded.

"Who is this……"

"my son."

"He...he already..."

He was already dead, Sheng Wuxia still couldn't bear to say these words after all.

The woman looked at Sheng Wuxia with her dull eyes, and said slowly, "He will be back soon."