Chapter 4: Son of Disaster
When An Jing, covered in blood, returned to the rider camp, the surrounding refugees immediately separated in fear, but the one-eyed leader and the white-clothed bachelor who had already heard the screams showed appreciative smiles .
"good."
An Jing saw the shrewd light turning in the eyes of the bachelor with eyes that were as narrow as those of a hidden fox. He looked at himself up and down: "Your performance is even better than we imagined."
"Your Excellency, you are so complimentary." An Jing saluted slightly, and with a wave of his hand from the one-eyed leader, two riders took An Jing to the camp to change clothes and clean themselves.
Not long after Anjing returned to the rider camp wearing new clothes, the number of children collected reached the number, and the riders shouted and prepared to leave.
At this moment, the sun is setting in the west and the sun is returning to the mountains. The light behind the thick lead-colored snow clouds is getting dimmer, and the whole world is a hazy gray-blue.
Anjing stood on the road at the edge of the refugee camp. He turned around and looked up. He saw an endless white wilderness, endless majestic mountains, and a large city that stretched from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, surrounded by a long river.
The majestic scenery of Northern Xinjiang is indeed the largest in Dachen, and Mingshan City is majestic and majestic, and it is worthy of being the largest city in Northern Xinjiang.
But now, there is a man-made disaster caused by frost.
In An Jing's eyes, the looming mountains shrouded in wind and snow seemed to come alive. The deep mountain shadows were like the body of the devil, reaching up to the sky and stepping on the earth. The lights in the city turned into thousands of indifferent eyes. Overlooking all living things in the world.
Parents who lowered their heads and sold their children were waiting on both sides of the road.
They were either numb or with tears in their eyes as they looked at their children and said their final goodbyes to them.
An Shen, who had recovered some strength after taking medicine and eating, was also there, waiting for her child.
"Jinger."
There were no tears in her dry eyes. Across the road covered with flying frost, An Shen looked at her child.
"Survive." She said her last instructions hoarsely. At this moment, no matter how strong An Jing was, she could only force a smile: "Mom, you must survive."
"If I am destined to leave, I will go to the south, Linjiang, Beirui, Broken Edge Mountain... Mother, stay alive and wait for me."
"Wait for me to come back!"
An Jing got on the carriage prepared by the riders and looked at her mother one last time.
The woman stared at the back of the carriage, her lonely figure disappearing into the heavy snow.
In the carriage.
After being separated from her mother, even Anjing, who had been wise since childhood and whose mind was far superior to that of her peers, felt sad.
But he took a deep breath, suppressed all his emotions, and looked deeply into his eyes.
My mother was a warrior and she had a good meal. Even if she couldn't sneak into Mingshan City, it would be no problem to just cross the Huaihe Pass and head south.
Broken Edge Mountain is already far away, and the surrounding products are rich. Even a frost disaster will not affect them. Maybe they can find a few relatives and gain a firm foothold.
——Hey, there is incense in this carriage? Are these people so rich?
Yes, this group of people will provide free medical treatment to the refugees, so there will definitely be no shortage of supplies...
After thinking about it for a long time, An Jing found that the carriage he was in was much more spacious than expected with eight people in it.
Looking around, Anjing saw children about the same age as himself, both boys and girls. An Jing also saw the girl who had severe frostbite and was cured by a doctor.
It seems that they should be divided according to age.
The children were all separated from their parents for the first time and should have been noisy, but now they all lowered their heads, turned their faces sideways, and kept silent.
After all, they are not ordinary children. They are refugees who have experienced the frost disaster in northern Xinjiang and walked through the mountains and wilderness with their parents.
The noisy children had long since died, or even been caught and eaten.
It sounds cruel to say it, but when it really happens, how many more words can be used to describe it?
An Jing couldn't help clenching her fists as she recalled it. It's just a matter of exchanging children for food. Some refugees even poach and steal other people's children, cook them and eat them.
No matter how strong their parents are, the child who was kidnapped and protected all the way and managed to survive will collapse. The sad curses and cries echo in the wind and snow for a long time.
He had to take care of his mother at that time. If he were alone and without worries, he would definitely kill all those beasts and scum with his knife. Unfortunately, these insects ran too fast, and he only had time to kill one.
Converging his memories, Anjing looked around. These children who were riding in the carriage like him had most likely seen those scenes.
After seeing those, even though they were cheerful children, now they are all taciturn.
Even after leaving your parents, after the initial grief, your thinking will quickly switch to the simplest mode.
——Can I have enough for the next meal?
At least, it won’t be eaten.
In this case, it's better to save some energy and deal with the inspection of the 'big family' later.
Smelling the faint fragrance of wood inside the carriage, Anjing listened to the sound of the wind outside the carriage, and thought of the style of the carriage she had seen before.
This is not an ordinary wheeled vehicle, but a snow track boxcar similar to a sleigh. It can carry far more people and supplies than an ordinary wheeled vehicle, and is especially suitable for traveling in the snow.
Those horses are also extraordinary. They should also be the "Northwestern Frost Riders" who are not afraid of ice and snow.
Such a carriage can definitely not be built in a short time. At least it has been prepared in advance. Did these mysterious people foresee this frost disaster?
Why are they so well prepared, waiting until nature has screened out a group of people with insufficient destiny, and then buy the 'sons of disaster' like themselves who have escaped from the disaster and survived?
An Jing thought like this and gradually felt sleepy.
Although he has an excellent physical foundation and excellent bones, he has been hungry for a long time and has not had a full meal for a long time. His body cannot help but feel tired during digestion...
"Huh? It doesn't seem like normal sleepiness?!" An Jing finally realized at this moment that there seemed to be something wrong with the scent of incense in the carriage. No matter how sleepy he was, he would not be so tired that he could not control his thoughts.
An Jing looked around the whole place again, took a closer look, and looked slightly startled. No wonder the other children were silent. It turned out that they had already fallen asleep, and he was the one who lasted the longest!
But even he couldn't control his eyelids at this moment and couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep.
Outside the carriage.
A rider looked back at the carriage and said in surprise: "Finally fell asleep, this boy. Requiem can make an ordinary person sleep as deep as death in two breaths, but he persisted for a quarter of an hour!"
"I kind of know why the adults above attach so much importance to this recruitment of new people. The quality of this son of disaster is really extraordinary!" "Isn't that right."
Another rider interjected: "I thought these refugees were just scraps of metal, but it seems they actually have good materials!"
"Shut up." The more experienced rider on the other side scolded, shook his head and muttered: "Those who can't get in will probably be our colleagues in the future, and those who get in... haha."
The old rider clicked his tongue and said meaningfully: "Those martial gentlemen, if you remember your inadvertent contempt and arrogance in the future, what will happen to you..."
He didn't need to say anything, the meaningful silence was scary enough.
"Xiao, I know..." The rider shuddered, suddenly awakening from his excitement, and continued to maintain his previous state of silence and without any emotional bias.
"Keep it up." The old rider said softly: "Keep on going and save some energy."
Then, the whole snowy night was silent.
In the next few days, except for setting up camp and eating, Anjing and other children kept moving forward in their sleep.
This may be to prevent them from knowing how far they have been sent and where they are sent - or it may simply be easier to manage. After all, it is a long journey. Instead of taking care of the children, it is better to let them sleep all the way to the end.
During this process, many different convoys gathered from all directions, some coming and going, and the bachelor in white left in the middle.
But overall, the team continues to come together and grow.
By the later stage, it had turned into a large convoy with more than twenty vehicles.
An Jing also tried to analyze where he was, but even he could only confirm that he was moving toward the southwest, and had initially escaped the scope of the frost disaster in northern Xinjiang, and had changed into a normal wheeled carriage.
But he didn't know exactly which area in Dachen they were traveling to.
"The forest in my hometown is a cold temperate coniferous forest, and the one I saw last time was a temperate mountain coniferous forest."
An Jing is not sure. The vastness of Dachen is difficult to understand with his knowledge. After all, this is a world with destiny and martial arts, great power and immortality: "Should it not be completely out of Northern Xinjiang, it is the junction of Northern Xinjiang and Northwest Xinjiang. ?”
"Speaking of which, words like cold temperate coniferous forest...what did I do in my previous life?"
With such doubts, An Jing could only make rough calculations in the carriage where the sense of time and space were confused.
About ten days later, the mysterious man's carriage finally arrived at its destination.
A manor located deep in the mountains and old forests.
White mist fills the mountains, and the tributaries of the nameless river flow on one side of the mountain road, sparkling with light.
As the mountain road continued to extend, the road began to become dilapidated, and no inhabited villages were seen for several days.
Soon, the originally dimly populated scenery was gradually replaced by dense vegetation and towering rocks.
They are layer upon layer of barriers, forming a dense forest covering the entire mountain range like a maze. Small but green shrubs are like the scales of dragons and snakes, stacked on the steep cliffs, making these majestic mountains in the northwest seem like a certain place. Part of the body of a huge creature.
The mountain road has an end after all.
Before the deepest part of the dense forest, the smooth road suddenly stopped, and the workers who built the road were unable to do anything to this ancient dense forest. Only narrow mountain trails were left like blood vessels that penetrated into the forest. compromise.
At this point, all traces of human beings have almost disappeared, leaving only the most primitive wild scenery.
The carriage traveled bumpily on this rugged mountain road.
On the way, everyone vaguely realized that those who bought them were most likely not servants of wealthy families.
Normal wealthy families would not use such a secret method to transport them. Even if there was a secret manor, it would not be in such a deep mountain.
In Dachen, even a three-year-old child knows that there is nothing to enter.
There are spirits, monsters, evil spirits and ancient beasts in the mountains. There are also countless strange and strange places in the mountains, which can trigger the general trend of Feng Shui and create many miracles.
Within the territory of Dachen, those mountains that have been cleaned up are fine. At most, there are some stale and reborn spirits. Dachen does not discriminate against these spirits. As long as they abide by the laws, respect humanity, and speak human words, they will be treated equally.
But the border area... there are too many strange things, too many evil spirits, and too many people step into it and never come back.
When they knew that they and others had entered the mountains, the smarter children all looked gloomy, because they would never leave this place alive alone.
Those who will build manor facilities in such deep mountains, whether they are righteous or evil, are secret organizations. It will be difficult for them to return to the world with normal identities.
But no matter what the kids think, that’s the truth.
They are already in it.
"Come down."
After a long bumpy ride, the carriage stopped and the rider's voice sounded: "We've arrived 'home'."
An Jing took a deep breath.
Finally reaching this moment, he calmed down and prepared to welcome his future 'home'.
An Jing glanced at the seven people in the same carriage who were still dizzy, then turned around and was the first to get out of the carriage.
A mountain manor with strict standards comes into view.
However, before An Jing could take a closer look, he heard a familiar voice.
"good."
Turning his head, An Jing found that the one-eyed warrior who was the leader of his team was staring at him.
He laughed harshly: "You are the best-qualified among these newcomers."
(End of chapter)