Chapter 7 Extra Meal
Wang Hu’s lips trembled and he hurriedly told the story of his past.
Lu Ye was afraid that his provincial accent would arouse the other party's suspicion, so he quickly stepped in to help.
But he noticed that Boss Sun didn't pay attention to what the two said, with a cat-and-mouse expression on his face and a sneer on his lips.
Long ambitions led to enlightenment and sudden despair.
This is really an unreasonable disaster. This boss Sun doesn't care at all whether they are accomplices of the gangsters. He even knows that the two of them are innocent.
But what Boss Sun needs is just to capture two homeless people and go back to work with them.
Aren’t the two of them just food on the lips?
Even if they were afraid that the two would not be able to tell the truth when they went back, they could just cut off their heads to repay the crime. Just because they resisted fiercely and failed to hold back, could the higher-ups still ask for evidence from the dead?
I’ve been here for just one night and eaten two meals of thin flour porridge mixed with dirt. Is this going to kill me?
Lu Ye was completely unwilling to accept it. He had magical powers but was about to be killed without a chance to use them. It was so frustrating!
Brother Zhang stretched out his hand to stop them. He glanced at Lu Ye and Wang Hu and smiled.
“Boss, these two refugees are so thin that they are out of shape. Even the county magistrate wouldn’t believe it if they cut off their heads.”
He pointed to the dead bodies of the two pockmarked men on the ground. .
“Which thief’s spy had such a miserable life? Still have to cook for people to eat?”
"In the bandit army, even if we live together, we can still eat something to fill our stomachs."
"Why don't we wait, brothers might gain something from the surroundings, how about that?"
< br>Boss Sun showed hesitation on his face and frowned.
"I'm afraid there aren't any strong refugees on the road, so why don't we chop off their heads first..."
Having just finished speaking, a beeping sound suddenly sounded in the air outside the ruined temple. The sound was exactly the movement caused by their fellow archers firing their bows and arrows.
The two looked at each other with joy on their faces.
“There is movement!”
“There are really thieves coming to meet us.”
“Let’s go!”
They turned around and left, their footsteps in the temple A breeze blew up.
Brother Zhang walked out of the temple gate and looked back at Lu Ye and Wang Hu, sighed softly, and left!
The sound of horse hooves came from outside. Soon, the sound of horse hooves became quieter and gradually became inaudible, and then only the whistling sound of wind was left in the air.
Lu Ye and Wang Hu looked at each other, and they collapsed to the ground almost at the same time, sweating profusely.
Too dangerous!
If military attaché Zhang Er Ge hadn’t kindly stopped me.
If there hadn't been a beep in the air just now.
The two of them may be dead now!
That military attache Mr. Sun is too cruel!
In other words, the officers and soldiers are so cruel now!
He clearly knows that Lu Ye and the two are not subordinates of the rogue Chuang Potian, but he doesn't care about killing good people and taking credit!
"Boss Sun" wants to chop off the heads of both of them and go back to work, so that they can look better on the credit book.
"Second Brother Zhang" was on the side and tried to stop them, but he could only use the excuse that the two of them were too thin and did not look like thieves!
No one can survive in this troubled world!
The two of them panted violently on the ground. After a while, they regained their strength and climbed up, looking at each other speechlessly.
Wang Hu was about to open his mouth to speak.
Just listen to the sound of horse hooves outside the ruined temple, accompanied by the screams of people.
The two of them were so frightened that they quickly lay down again and carefully looked through the hole in the broken wall.
I saw Touer Sun and his group passing by on horseback on the dirt road in front of the ruined temple. He rode his horse and whip in front of the crowd with his head held high and his chest high, with a proud look on his face.
There were several round cloth bags hung under the neck of the horse he was riding. The bottom of the cloth bag was dyed red, and there were bright red liquid dripping from it.
Brother Zhang is riding behind him, and walking alongside him is the green mule that was ridden by the bandit who had been beheaded before.
There was also a strong refugee on the mule's saddle. His hands and feet were tied and he was lying on the back of the mule. His head rushed down, his face was red from suppressing the pain.
The archers behind urged their horses to follow.
The archer who almost lost his life before tied up his hair with a cloth and rode at the back of the team.
I saw a rope tied behind his saddle, and tied to one end of the rope was a refugee who had fallen to the ground and could not stand up, and was being dragged by the horse.
His clothes had long been ground to pieces and hung on his bloody body, leaving large blood marks wherever he passed on the dirt road, and he was yelling hoarsely.
"Dog officers and soldiers must die a good death..."
The group of people passed by the ruined temple without stopping and left directly.
Only the headless corpses and dead hounds were left on the dirt road, proving that they had been here before.
There were also intermittent blood marks on the dirt road, guiding them in the direction of departure. call!
Lu Ye and Wang Hu let out a sigh of relief almost at the same time.
Survived, finally survived again!
These killing gods finally left.
Lu Ye suppressed his excitement. He had seen too many tragedies in this troubled world. His ability to withstand stress combined with the memory of the original owner was much stronger than in his previous life.
He pointed to the dirt road outside the ruined temple.
"Huzi, what do you think?"
"Brother, the master is right, there are still good people among the officers and soldiers." Wang Hu murmured.
Lu Ye was confused by Hu Zi's angle of looking at the problem.
He pointed his finger at the trail of dead hounds on the dirt track.
"Huzi, look at that hound, do you have any ideas?"
Wang Hu's eyes lit up.
"Meat?"
"Yes!"
With dog meat in front of them, the two of them left the word fear behind.
There is nothing terrible about death.
Starving to death is terrible.
The two people ran out of the ruined temple, Wang Hu picked up the hound, and Lu Ye also picked up the dagger dropped by the dead thief on the ground.
This dagger is only one palm long and is quite crudely made. There are several gaps the size of rice grains on it. No wonder it was abandoned by the officers and soldiers.
The two returned to the ruined temple happily.
“Huzi, this is because God has given us two brothers extra food to see us become sworn brothers.”
"Brother is right, we must eat enough this time."
The two of them built a fire with firewood, peeled the skin and removed the meat, and were very busy.
A few hours later, the two of them were lying happily with their stomachs half raised.
Knowing that if you are hungry for a long time and overeat, you may starve to death, but when you really eat, you will always stop after the next bite.
Just now the two brothers almost fulfilled their vow to die in the same year, the same month and the same day.
After burping a few times and chatting for a while, Lu Ye brought the topic back to martial arts - after everything he had gone through today, the only thought in his mind was to practice martial arts, become stronger, and live a good life.
"Huzi, who is the leader Sun who wields the gun today stronger or weaker than your master?"
Wang Hu replied.
"Brother, the military attache who wields the gun today is still worse than my master. His copper skin has only been trained to a small level, and the color is bronze. My master has already trained to the state of being as bright as brass."
“Whenever you practice until your skin color becomes as white as copper and becomes like ordinary people’s, this is the sign that you have achieved bronze skin.”
"The master also said that I am naturally strong and have a good understanding. If I can enter the copper-skin martial arts realm in three to five years, and in another ten years, I may have the opportunity to reach the steel-frame martial arts realm in the future."
< br>"As for the Iron Bone Martial Master realm, there are also the Iron Zang Great Martial Master and the Silver Marrow Grandmaster," Wang Hu said with a look of infinite yearning in his eyes. "It is said that there is a road behind the Grandmaster. It's a pity that even my master can't reach that level." "Clearly."
"If I can see how the master takes action, I won't have any complaints even if he wants me to die."
Lu Zhizhong added another comment to Wang Hu's simplicity and simplicity. ——Martial Madman.
He intentionally led to find out more information about martial arts, but unfortunately Wang Hu’s master was only a martial arts scholar.
Wang Hu was just an outer disciple who paid money, not a direct disciple, so he quickly emptied his stomach of knowledge, turning over and over again and there was nothing useful anymore.
On the contrary, he patted his chest and promised that after the two brothers had a full stomach and regained their strength, they would pass on the martial arts learned from their master.
Lu Ye smiled and nodded in response, his heart moved, and a picture of fish and dragon appeared in his mind.
"Lu Ye, 17 years old.
Gengu - a middle-aged man with mediocre qualifications.
Status - Moderately weak.
Lifespan: 17/49.
Qi and blood——20/100. ”
(End of this chapter)