Jiang Lian felt that the sound was rushing behind him, so he dared not delay for a moment and ran faster and faster.

Speed ​​is his strength, otherwise it would not have been possible to catch up with Bai Shuixiao last night. In addition, he was already close to the back mountain and took the lead - he kept working without stopping, and he didn't care about carefully identifying directions. He went up the road, crossed the stream, crossed the hills, crossed the river, and finally stopped his strength, and the dusk was already gathering, and the forest became even darker - those strange people and those nerve-wracking sounds were already gone.

At this time, Jiang Lian felt that Meng Qianzi was extremely heavy: Although the weight of a person was there, carrying a sleepy or drunk person was much heavier than carrying a sober person, the dead would be heavier, otherwise there would be no such thing as "dead".

Jiang Lian untied the rope and put Meng Qianzi down. He also sat on the ground, running around day and night, but the grains of rice didn't come in. He didn't feel nervous when he was nervous, but once he relaxed, he really couldn't stand up. His calves were trembling. He gasped and sniffed again. After he recovered, he looked at Meng Qianzi beside him and murmured: "You are so comfortable."

There was a sound of rustling water not far away. It was a small stream among the mountains. Jiang Lian dragged his steps over and squatted down. In the faint sky light, he checked: The water in the stream was clear and flowing non-stop, which was living water; there was moss on the walls of the stones half-soaked in the water, which could grow common plants and was basically non-toxic.

He scooped up a handful of his face and took a few more sips, wiped his mouth, and felt sad at Yese.

He was sure he was lost.

In fact, after chasing overnight, he had already been confused by Bai Shuixiao's "turning and turning" and was completely lost when he ran away just now. It was definitely not a happy thing to be trapped in the vast mountains at night. This place was deeper and more inclined than in all the places he had been to since he entered western Hunan. With just a few sips of water, he had vaguely heard the roar of animals more than once, like a wolf or a tiger, and because of the unknown, it made people feel even more distressed.

Jiang Lian walked back to Meng Qianzi and pushed her shoulder with his hand. He didn't wake up. Even if the incense burned by Bai Shuixiao was so strong that it would be almost done. If he was still unconscious, it would be troublesome. The more he dragged on, the worse he had to find a way overnight to send her out for medical treatment.

He carried Meng Qianzi to the edge of the stream, reached out and scooped some water on her face. This trick was learned from Mr. Gan. Mr. Gan said that the water in the streams in the mountains was the most cool, and he was drunk or sleepy in his early years, and he had to solve it by this hydrolysis.

Meng Qianzi frowned and didn't wake up.

As long as there was a reaction, Jiang Lian decided to try something even more ruthless. He pressed her face down into the water, then let go, silently recited the time in his heart, and was ready to pick her up in time.

Fortunately, she was moving soon. She first twitched her shoulders slightly, then curled up with both hands, then choked on the water and coughed loudly. Jiang Lian hesitated for a moment, patted her back and asked her: "Are you okay?"

Meng Qianzi coughed while shook her head, as if she was not awake enough, and she soaked her entire head in the water. After a few twists and turns on the water, she sat down depressedly, lowered her head, and dripped her wet hair down. At the same time, she hooked her index finger toward Jiang with weak energy.

Jiang Lian was worried about the sequelae of her falling back from Bai Shuixiao, so he approached to see her face: "How are you..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly noticed that her cheeks bulged slightly. Jiang Lian moved his heart and turned his head to dodge. He was half slower. Meng Qianzi vomited out a sip of water, rushed over from his right cheek, hitting his ears, and then used up his momentum, hanging it into his neck, and then split into several slivers, either from his back to his waist, or from his shoulders to his chest, to his heart, which was so cold and sour.

He reached out his hand, wiped the water hanging from his right eyelash, and then raised his head.

At this time, the moon was bright, and the water was shaking, as bright as day. Meng Qianzi turned his head and glanced at him sideways, and a charming smile slowly appeared on her lips. Her eyebrows and eyes were bright, and her skin was soaked by water, which was particularly clear. Her lips were very clear, and a trembling drop was hanging on the corners of her lips.

Jiang Lian was stunned for a moment. For the first time, he felt that the word "mountain ghost" was really suitable for her. The charm of the mountain women who appeared in the dark night was extremely tempting, but also dangerous. It was really a dream nightmare of those honest scholars in ancient times.

She stretched out her fingers, slowly wiped off the drop on the corner of her lips, and said, "It's spitting."

Jiang Lian laughed again and again, for friendship.

He used this laugh to relieve most of his anger, and the remaining half did not vomit: "Miss Meng, if I am selfish, I will never come to save you... I'm busy all the time. Isn't it a bit unfair to get you a sip of water?"

Meng Qianzi glanced at him contemptuously: "You can only come to save me. Don't forget that you tied me with a knife on my neck. If you don't come, you will be confirmed that you are Bai Shuixiao's accomplice and the public enemy of Shan Gui. If I have no news for a day, you will be unable to live a peaceful life. Only when I go back smoothly and you save it, can you clear away the suspicion... Don't show yourself too much loyalty, no one is a fool."

Jiang Lian was so choked by her that he couldn't speak.

He had to admit that he did have this idea, but when he was in a hurry to chase the car last night, he really didn't think so much about it.

It's casual, she can interpret it as much as she likes, anyway, this interpretation is correct.

Jiang Lian started to show that you are amazing, you are all right, I have nothing to say.

Suddenly I thought of something again: "You have recovered? It doesn't matter? You acted... quite strangely."

Before?

Meng Qianzi frowned.

She remembered that she was hit by Jiang Lian as soon as she got mad.

***

Shan Gui practices drug resistance. At the low level, try to stay awake as much as possible. At the high level, it is called "entering epilepsy".

Staying awake is to mobilize all the strength of the body and confronting her head: for example, she is distracted and sees ants flying on the wall and then immediately reacts, which is called staying awake.

However, in ancient times, most opponents used to cast silence and would never remind you in person, "Be careful, you need to put a mini medicine." Therefore, how to break the illusion after accidentally getting silly and how to "enter epilepsy" is more important than staying awake.

The principle is simple. For example, many adults dream of dreaming that they will return to the college entrance examination room, and their papers are about to be handed over, and they are blank, and they are so anxious that they sweat coldly. But suddenly they are blessed to their hearts and will remind themselves: Didn’t I still go to work/meeting/on a business trip yesterday? Why are I taking the exam? Is this a dream?

So he let out a long sigh and gradually woke up.

In a nutshell, it is the process of "entering epilepsy-breaking illusion". The longer you persist, the more you break the illusion, the higher your ability to reincarnate. Although Meng Qianzi's record is not the best, it can last for at most 112 minutes, breaking 46, and breaking once every 3 minutes on average. So in her opinion, it is not a big deal to just get into epilepsy. Bai Shuixiao is not afraid of the "entering epilepsy" of the mountain ghost. You think she has already started, but she will suddenly wake up and fight back - so she repeatedly reminds the golden pearl and silver pearl that it will not really take effect until dark. Don't be deceived by Meng Qianzi.

Meng Qianzi reached out and rubbed the back of her neck, and looked at Jiang Lian with complicated eyes: This man's hand is too fast, if he has the patience to wait, she will "return" back, but fortunately, it came out. Although it was not rescued by Meng Jinsong, it was in line with expectations and saved her trouble.

She wanted to stand up, but then she felt that her limbs were weak and her dantian could not be lifted up in one breath. It seemed that the fragrance had an impact on the human body. Its stamina was very soft, like a drizzle of moistening objects. It was not strong, but it was soaked in layers.

She held her empty stomach with her hand and looked around, be sure that she was safe for the time being: "Didn't you eat?"

Jiang Lian said: "I didn't eat either. From last night to now, how can I eat?"

"Then are you hungry?"

Why, she has a solution?

Jiang Lian said: "I'm hungry."

"Since you are hungry, I am hungry too. Everyone needs it. Why do you do it while standing? Go and get some."

Jiang Lian wanted to refute her, but it was strange. Meng Qianzi seemed to be speaking out, but she had a set of self-consistent fallacies. When she said this, he also felt that since she was hungry, she should get some food to replenish her energy as soon as possible; and since she was so weak, she should "he" get some food.

He looked around and said, "But you are here alone..."

Meng Qianzi interrupted him: "Of course I can't be here alone. What if Bai Shuixiao's group of people chased him?"

She raised her head and looked around and pointed to a big tree not far away. The tree was one or two thick in size and had a very dense crown, which could hide one or two people: "Put me up, I'll wait for you."

The method is good, but the tone of giving orders made Jiang Lian feel a little uncomfortable: "Don't you need to 'please' when you talk to someone?"

Meng Qianzi will use "please" to see the mood and the occasion; she will also obey the management and education, and see who the other party is. Anyway, it will not be Jiang Lian: He put the knife on her neck last night. Even if there is a reason for the matter, she really can't feel good about him, and she wants to be pricked as soon as she speaks.

She said: "No, I say something, there are many people rushing to do it, I don't need to invite you."

Jiang Lian was speechless for a moment. Meng Qianzi didn't look at him. He twisted the water on his hair and said lightly: "If you think it's troublesome, I'll just sit here. Life and death are destined, it doesn't matter."

Jiang Lianwei closed his eyes and opened it again: When talking to Meng Qianzi, he really needs to count a few to calm down his mood, otherwise he will want to choke her, and choke her will violate the "big plan" and be unfavorable to friendship construction.

He squatted down with his back to Meng Qianzi: "I have to climb a tree, you can hold it tightly."

This tree is not short, and there are more people on his back, so Jiang Lian has struggled. Fortunately, when he was searching for the village, Zeng Shun put his knife on his body and used a knife to help him get the snail, which saves a lot of effort, but it is a bit embarrassing: In this season, he wears less clothes, Meng Qianzi puts his body on his back, and his breathing is brushed against his neck, and he can't even avoid it. He is not close to his relationship and his body is "close". Some people may think it is a blessing, but he only feels embarrassed. The more he avoids thinking about it, the more he will think about it, and he can only pretend to be focused.

Meng Qianzi was also very uncomfortable. She was so frustrated that she needed someone to carry it? She was carrying such a thing, and Jiang Lian climbed hard, her body was hot, and her shoulders and muscles were bulging, and she was inevitably rubbed against her. If both sides had a good impression, they would be called ambiguous and interesting. If they had no good impression, they would be as uncomfortable as eating a dead fly. Meng Qianzi was full of fire, and knew that the fire was unreasonable and it was not easy to attack.

Climbing a tree is a torment, and each has to pretend that nothing is wrong and just climbing the tree. Fortunately, it is already dark, and the dense branches of the tree are even darker, and they can't see each other's faces clearly. That little embarrassment is like a piece of paper, which is exposed in this darkness, rubbing, discarding, and not mentioning it.

Jiang Lian helped Meng Qianzi sit on the tree branch and quickly left the tree. She was the only one left in the huge forest.

The mountains and forests at night are inevitably terrifying. Without sound or sound, they will make people creepy, but Meng Qianzi is calm: at any time, mountain ghosts and mountains are close.

She sat at a high position, with dense leaves and branches under her feet. Even if someone stood at the bottom of the tree and looked up, he would only see the crown as an umbrella - the crown as a nest, wrapping her around the center. The smell of leaves, the smell of branches, the smell of mountains and rocks, and the smell of night were both familiar and friendly, relaxing and soothing her nerves.

When vegetarianism, building, cottage, and nesting, it was 1,800 years ago. Most mountain ghosts used trees as their nests to build nests to live in this way.

She was not familiar with this area and was not ready to take the risk of walking on the night road. What's more, her body has not recovered yet, so she might as well take a night off and try to contact Meng Jinsong after dawn. As for Jiang Lian, no matter whether he is trustworthy or not, she can only rely on him now.

Jiang Lian was back soon, dark and every part of the forest looked similar. He was thinking about Meng Qianzi's safety, so he just swayed around for a while and didn't dare to go too far. However, he brought a lot of things, and he put them back in his pocket with his coat. Most of the mountains and rivers were cute, and they were a gift from God. One was upside down, scraped from his back, and the other was open, and fished inside, or he said, "Eat the mountains and water, and rely on the water to eat water."

Meng Qianzi pulled the leaves on the top of her head and picked them up with the moonlight. There were wild kiwis, monkey hawthorn, Schisandra chinensis, mountain grapes, burrs chestnuts, and messy wild berries. Although some of them were shriveled and inconsistent, they could be called "feast" at this time.

The two of them sat on two tree branches, facing each other, pulling the two corners of their coats on their knees, pulling the coat into a table, and peeling each other on the table. The broken skin, fruit shells, and stalks were not easy to throw away, which would expose the direction of the tracks. So they piled them on the "desktop" and put them on the coat after eating. They were ready to wrap them up, which was a ready-made garbage bag.

Chinese people have a dining table culture. When eating and talking, friendship will sprout from the conversation, just like the order of serving dishes: first, cold dishes, polite and unrestrained; then hot dishes, comfortable and warm; finally, drinking and drinking together, friendship will eventually come true.

Since I had eaten, I didn’t say anything but I had a little meaning. It seemed that I could eat it without talking about it. What’s more, Meng Qianzi had a lot to ask.

"Where are your two friends?"

Jiang Lian was also worried about the situation of these two people.

He roughly said what happened before: "Wei Biao and Meiying should hide first, but they are not so clever. Sooner or later, your people will be taken out. Meng Jinsong... shouldn't make things difficult for them, right?"

Meng Qianzi said: "Jinsong is a steady person. If your friend can explain his words clearly, Jinsong would not have done too much, at most..."

She peeled a wild mountain chestnut and stuffed it into her mouth. This one was not bad, sweet and crispy, and it was juiced.

After chewing, she added the second half of the sentence: "...Pick up the thicker meat and beat it a few times."

It seems that Wei Biao is going to be beaten, Jiang Lian is relieved: Just beat him up. Eat so much rice and grow so strong that he should bear more storms.

Meng Qianzi remembered something again: "Did you Kuang Meiying have some illness?"

Jiang Lian nodded: "Yes."

Meng Qianzi lowered her head to peel off the skin of the kiwi. It was too difficult to peel off. The pretty round peach made her lose all over the potholes: "Is it serious?"

"It's quite serious. If you can't make a good deal, you'll only have three or five years to live."

Meng Qianzi said, "Why don't you send her to treat her illness? Why do you take her into the mountains?"

"Take it into the mountains and find a way out."

Mr. Gan always told him not to mention Meiying's affairs, but Jiang Lian had his own ideas: if you close a secret, the secret may always be a secret; but if you can communicate with the outside world appropriately, it means that more people will interpret it, and the chance of decryption will be greater - not to mention that he now asks Meng Qianzi.

It is better to ask for help with a lot than to be generous and honest. Meng Qianzi doesn't look like an unreasonable person. If she can win her sympathy for Meiying, things will be much easier.

Meng Qianzi sent the peeled kiwi to her nose and smelled it. She didn't plan to eat it anymore, it was too sour.

She put down the kiwi, picked a leaf and crushed it and wiped her hands: "You are fishing for mirages, is it related to Kuang Meiying's disease?"

"related."

This connection is a bit misty. Meng Qianzi remembered the paintings that Jiang Lian painted: "The woman in white clothes whose head was cut halfway through and still crawling..."

"It was Meiying's great-grandmother, that is, the grandmother. The troop team was the family who were transferring their families. At that time, the Japanese had already entered Hunan to avoid the disaster of war..."

Speaking of this, he stopped: a very light beam of light was hanging from the jungle in front of him, like a sudden drop of light.

That should be a short distance, someone was shaking the flashlight.

After a while, the staggered foot sounds approached, and a few more columns of light became brighter. They swept through the forest at will, and one of them even penetrated the leaves, shining from behind his ears, illuminating half of his side face.

Someone is here.
Chapter completed!