Spread the hay into the passage, evenly stack a layer of charcoal, then lay the hay, and stack it layer by layer...

Li Qingxuan supported his body with trembling hands, and looked at the igniting fire stove, and then he lay on the stove weakly and gasped violently.

He was too tired.

The tense spirit and fatigue kept him drowsy.

"No, I can't sleep yet!"

Li Qingxuan's eyes flashed fiercely, and his palms directly reached into the fire kang.

Hiss ~

The burning stinging fire rushed into his brain from his fingertips. He took a breath of cold air and pulled his palm back, and he woke up instantly.

Waited for a long time.

Li Qingxuan looked into the kang sideways and found that the passage had been lit, so he quickly pushed the iron pot beside him to the stove and blocked it.

"It depends on your fate."

Looking at the iron pot under his feet, Li Qingxuan sat aside with weakness.

The sealed environment of the ancestral sacrifice and the special structure of the fire wall are an excellent mechanism for suicide by burning charcoal.

Carbon monoxide will be produced when combustion is high, insufficient oxygen, and unventilated.

Carbon monoxide is usually colorless, odorless, and difficult to dissolve in water. After formation, it is basically distributed evenly with the air and is difficult to detect through the senses.

The key is that this thing will prevent the formation of blood oxygen protein in the human body, and finally it becomes hypoxia unknowingly. By the time you find something wrong, it will be too late.

The bandits easily captured Lijia Village and were surrounded by remote places. At this time, they were the most relaxed, drinking and venting.

In this case, Li Qingxuan's plan is very likely to succeed.

Take a rest.

Li Qingxuan took a wooden barrel and put it outside the house to collect water, and carefully looked at the gate of the sect.

Time passes little by little.

The wooden bucket was almost filled with water, so he carried it into the iron pot.

After a long time, after finding that no one was out, he took out a few long stick-carrying poles from the house and pushed them at the gate of the sect. Then he grabbed the skinning knife and touched the entrance of the village.

There are two more bandits there!

By the time he came back, the temperature of the water in the iron pot had already risen.

Li Qingxuan, carrying the flowing blood on his body, lay expressionlessly in the iron pot, curled up in the warm water.

Just now, he cut the two sleeping bandits' throats with his own hands.

When I started, I felt my heart beating very quickly, the knife was very sharp, the blood sprayed out was very hot, and the other party's struggled eyes were very ferocious and scary...

After killing the person, he calmed down, as if he was just killing chickens and ducks, and his heart was calm.

Li Qingxuan was a little surprised by his ability to adapt, but was not disgusted.

He knew that such a person could live well in this ancient world.

The water in the iron pot became hotter and hotter.

Li Qingxuan only got up from it when he couldn't stand it.

He walked out of the house in silence and walked to the gate of the sect.

The wooden stick pole that held the door was a little displaced. It seemed that someone wanted to come out of it, but he was not strong enough, and in the end the door didn't even open the gap.

Li Qingxuan knew that this was a manifestation after carbon monoxide poisoning.

The people inside should not be able to do it.

Hesitation flashed in his eyes, but in the end he did not open the door. Instead, he reinforced the wooden stick and shoulder pole that held the door, returned to the room, cleared the water in the iron pot, then moved the iron pot and continued to add hay and charcoal to it...

The resistance of bandits must be stronger than that of old and weak villagers, and after carbon monoxide poisoning, it was difficult to treat in ancient times.

If there are villagers inside and there is still rescue, it means that the bandits still have the strength to threaten themselves as eight years old. On the contrary, it is meaningless to open the door now.

He only has one life and does not have enough ability, he needs to be cautious.

This is a very rational and indifferent choice.

...

The night is white and the wind and rain are gradually resting.

Under the bed of a dilapidated house, Li Qingxuan closed his eyes tightly, his expression distorted, and a lot of sweat secreted from his body, wetting the quilt.

He had a fever and seemed to be having nightmares.

If it weren't for stuffing hay in your mouth before going to bed, you would have started talking nonsense.

Some messy memory fragments kept hitting Li Qingxuan's heart and causing him to suffer.

"Mom, I'm so hungry..."

"Young man, drink some water first and endure it. I'll cook some grass cakes for you now."

...

"Mom, when will Dad be back?"

"Young man, your father went to a very far place. When you are as tall as your mother, he will come back..."

...

"Young man, run quickly, follow everyone!"

"mother!"

"Young man, you must survive, you must survive!"

Boom ~

A thin woman with an ordinary face rushed towards a hideous man without hesitation. Then half of her throat was cut open by the other party, and the blood ejaculated turned into blood red, hitting Li Qingxuan's consciousness.

The blurry figures and the chaotic jumping scenes pierced into his mind like needles, causing him to feel pain and confusing consciousness.

Suddenly, under the dim bed, a golden light flashed and disappeared.

Some soul fragments of Li Qingxuan's body, which originally remained in the previous body, slowly dissipated after the golden light flashed, merged into Li Qingxuan's soul, and made Li Qingxuan's soul begin to emit an aura that fits this world without knowing it...

"mother!"

Li Qingxuan closed his eyes tightly, and two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, but his mouth only made a subtle whine, but did not really scream because of straw.

Time passes.

Li Qingxuan slowly opened his eyes, a little confused.

"I've had a nightmare."

He pulled out the straw from his mouth and touched his forehead.

"Fortunately, I didn't have a fever, but my whole body is sore and weak now."

This is a normal situation after excessive physical fatigue.

Li Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then his expression dimmed.

Yesterday’s dream is so real.

He seemed to have really spent a naughty child's short life, felt the joy and fear inside, and was completely integrated with his predecessor.

Li Qingxuan sighed: "I have already avenged you, rest in peace."

To calm down, he crawled out from under the bed, moved his body for a while, opened the door, and quietly stretched out a small head to check the situation outside.

After finishing his work yesterday, he found Li Ergou's house, the most dilapidated house in the village, to rest. He had not yet gone to count the corpses of the bandits.

It was cloudy outside at this time, and the time was not visible, but the wind and rain had stopped, not as cold as yesterday, and the whole village was silent.

"Those bandits came from the north, and I don't know if there are any other teams, so I'd better pack up and go to the county town as soon as possible."

In fact, he always had a question in his mind.

There are obviously a lot of food stored in Lijia Village, so how could these bandits be so cruel that they are obsessed with eating human flesh?

But now these are not important.

Li Qingxuan wrapped his clothes on his body, put on a skinning knife, and touched the position of the sect’s worship.
Chapter completed!