Chapter 356: Old Taoist
Yeyu, small building, broken lantern.
Bodies were everywhere, broken knives and arrows were scattered everywhere, blood was pooling, and murderous intent was concentrated.
In the small building, a man huddled in the corner, looking at the corpses all over the building, with fear written on his face.
But this fear gradually turned into excitement and joy!
There were still tears in his eyes, but laughter began to erupt from his mouth. The laughter became louder and louder, until it turned into a maniacal laugh!
The wild laughter stopped suddenly when that figure appeared.
It was a red dress and a sword as slender as rain.
“Remember, I am the one leading the mission today, Wu Yan. Please go to any stronghold in Xiaoyu Pavilion within seven days, tell me my name, and hand over the remaining half of the promised secret book.”
"Otherwise, Xiaoyu Pavilion will come out in force and target everyone in the Huang family until there is no one left to kill."
The remaining lamp flickered gently, illuminating half of the visitor's face.
This is Wu Yan.
He was seriously injured, and his body was covered with horrific scars. He had been chopped at least thirty times, and at least twenty arrows were stuck in his body, but he didn't care.
Of course, he was not the only one... Behind him, there were several killers in red clothes, but these people were all hidden in the shadows and said nothing.
Hearing what he said, the man in the corner laughed wildly again.
"Okay! Okay! No problem! I understand these rules, of course I understand!"
He stood up, kicking the corpses around him like crazy, and laughed: "You guys The evil ghost! He has bullied our Huang family for so many years and is finally dead! A bunch of secrets can buy your lives. It’s worth it!”
“It’s not worth it!” We have endured all these years of humiliation! You are finally dead, finally dead!"
Wu Yan has no interest in their grudges.
While calmly pulling out the arrow from his body, he turned back and said, "You guys go back first."
The killers in the shadows seemed to be very familiar with his style of acting, and no one had any objections. They all broke out of the small building and disappeared into the night rain.
Only the last killer to leave stopped and turned his head and said one more sentence before leaving.
“We shouldn’t have a habit.”
Wu Yan looked at him without saying a word, and the expression on his face did not waver at all.
Seeing him like this, the killer stopped talking and jumped out of the window like the other killers.
Seeing that his colleagues had all left, Wu Yan swung his rapier, shook off the blood beads on the sword, and sheathed it.
Then, while walking towards the crazy man, he pulled out all the arrows on his body.
The man was no longer satisfied with kicking and punching the corpses around him. He even pulled out a short knife and chopped at the corpses crazily.
“Give me your clothes.”
Wu Yan said calmly, with blood holes all over his body and the knife edge covered with blood.
The man stopped for a moment and was startled: "Clothes?"
"Hmm."
Wu Yan pointed at his injuries: "I want to bandage them."
< br>The man then understood and took off his shirt without hesitation and threw it over. Then he swung the knife again and vented his anger on the corpses of his enemies.
Wu Yan ignored him and tore up his clothes, tore them into strips of cloth, and carefully bandaged his wounds.
Of course he wasn't in pain and didn't care.
But he remembered that the last time he was in Luoyi, the man named Fu Qingzhou followed the water stains and found him.
Water stains like this, but blood stains?
In the past, Wu Yan didn’t care about this.
Because in past missions, his men never left anyone alive.
Before the dead man's relatives and friends come to look for him, he will go far away and no one will find him.
But now... the situation seems to have changed.
Is the task given by your Majesty more difficult? Are you weaker?
Wu Yan would not think about this, he just felt a little hungry.
This is a villa in the mountains, forty or fifty miles away from the nearest town. If he wants to eat... it's too far.
Originally, he was carrying steamed buns, but today's fight was a bit fierce, and the steamed buns had been chopped into pieces and could not be eaten.
What to do?
It doesn’t matter, he remembered that there was a hunting hut about five or six miles from here. That kind of hut did not belong to anyone, but was shared by hunters in the mountains. When they go hunting in the mountains, they always need a place to rest temporarily. This is the kind of cabin.
There will always be some food in that hut.
Those are all left by hunters who come and go. The things I leave today may be able to save a hunter who is dying of hunger in the future. Similarly, the things left by others today may be able to save me in the future. life.
Day after day, there was always food, drink, and even a pot and stove in this Orion hut.
He wants to fill his stomach in such a close place, so naturally he needs to stay hidden.
Without much effort, Wu Yan arrived at the hunter's cabin.
As he expected, there were a lot of ingredients here.
In late autumn, many wild beasts in the mountains are preparing for the winter. They will eat themselves fat and thick from summer to autumn. Therefore, this is also the season when hunters have the most abundant harvests.
Strings of dried meat hang at the door of the hut, and there are a lot of dry food and meat products in the house. There is even a small vegetable patch behind the hut, and the fruits on several small fruit trees next to the house are also ripe.
A rare flash of excitement flashed in Wu Yan's eyes, and he quickly started working with his hands and feet.
He first moved some dry firewood from the corner of the house, piled it next to the stove in the center of the hut, and then skillfully lit the fire.
Immediately afterwards, he took a piece of dried venison from the shelf in the hut. The meat was tough and had a faint salty aroma.
Wu Yan put the venison into an iron pot, picked a few fresh chili peppers and a handful of coriander from the vegetable patch behind the hut, chopped them into pieces and put them into the pot to prepare the venison. Adds a bit of freshness.
The venison in the pot gradually emits an alluring aroma as it is roasted by the flames. Taking advantage of this gap, he took out half a bag of flour from the wooden cabinet on the side, quickly mixed it with water, kneaded the dough, and rolled it into thin pancakes. When the venison in the pot was almost stewed, He pressed the dough to the edge of the pot and let it cook slowly in the steam of the stewed meat.
At this time, the cabin was filled with fragrance. Wu Yan scooped out another spoonful of honey from the pottery pot nearby and spread it evenly on the bread. Immediately, the sweet and salty aromas were intertwined, making people salivate.
Finally, he picked a few ripe fruits from the fruit trees next to the house, put them into a wooden bowl, and lightly pounded them with a wooden pestle to make a fresh jam.
Wu Yan brought the stewed venison, fragrant pancakes and fresh jam to the simple wooden table - although this was a meal for one person, in this hunter's cabin deep in the mountains, it seemed Extraordinarily rich.
He sat down, took a deep breath, and then started his dinner, or supper: the venison was stewed just right, with a slight spicy taste in the salty aroma; the dough was soft It is glutinous and delicious, with the sweet aroma of honey; the jam is sour and sweet, adding a bit of fresh flavor to this dinner. When walking in the rivers and lakes, if there is a place where you can buy food, you will spend money to buy food; if no one sells food, you will cook for yourself.
If you want to eat well, you can't always count on others.
A bite of venison, a bite of bread, and a bite of jam...
Wu Yan was very satisfied with his meal, his eyes becoming more and more determined, as if he was performing the most important task.
No... he is more determined than that, and can even be said to be pious.
Food is more important than life.
He has no life or self, but he still has a trace of humanity.
This trace of humanity comes from food.
Eating was the only time he could feel "alive", but he was not sure whether this was a curse.
He remembered it very clearly.
He was only five years old at that time.
At that time, his name was not Wu Yan.
He has a seriously ill mother, a drunken father, and a dog that keeps him company when he is young.
The dog would stick out its tongue and wag its tail at him. No matter how far away it saw him, the puppy would fly towards him, stick out its tongue and lick his face, making him laugh. .
Yes...at that time, he would still laugh, and always laugh.
But one day, when he woke up, his father was gone.
Actually, it’s not surprising that dad is gone. This alcoholic dad always disappears. Maybe he ran away with another woman, maybe he was seriously injured while gambling, or maybe he just died. Drunk to death somewhere.
He doesn't care.
But dad will lock the door before leaving.
Because my mother, who was seriously ill, had no strength and could not move much, there were always some wretched villagers in the village who took advantage of my father's absence to sneak into my mother's house and lock the door... Later, my father discovered that he would He vented his anger on Wu Yan and beat him.
After that, when dad goes out, he has to lock the door.
But this time, dad never came back, and Wu Yan and mom were both hungry.
Everything we could eat at home was eaten in two days.
My mother has no strength, and he, at five years old, has no strength either.
They couldn't break the door or open the window. No matter how they shouted, no one answered.
The dog also kept barking.
After some time, he and the dog could no longer bark.
The dog was lying on the ground, much thinner. Occasionally at night, he could see the green light in the dog's eyes.
My mother hasn't spoken for a long time. Wu Yan didn't know if it meant "death", but he could smell that she was starting to stink.
But no matter how smelly the room was, he was still hungry.
Hungry to the point of scratching the heart and liver, so hungry that life would be worse than death!
He gnawed on straw mats, gnawed on bed boards... and even bit off the flesh on his own hands.
Afraid of seeing his mother's appearance, he quietly closed the door.
When he closed the door, he looked at his mother on the bed. She tilted her head in his direction. The light in her eyes was indescribable. He didn’t know if she was still looking at him, or what kind of What exactly does light mean.
But he didn't dare to look anymore, he was afraid... He was afraid of the way his mother looked, and he was also afraid of the sound in his stomach when he saw her.
Not only was he hungry, but so was the dog.
The dog that waggled its tail and grinned at him before, now ate all its own shit, licked up the water stains on the ground, chewed up the remaining hay in the stove... and finally began to look at him.
That night, the dog jumped at him.
A piece of meat was bitten off Wu Yan's calf. He cried out in pain. He picked up something beside him and threw it at it. The dog whimpered and ran away.
But at this time, he had become ruthless.
If you want to eat me, I will eat you too!
In the closed hut, one person chased and the other dog ran away. They both had no strength and fell to the ground after being beaten. At some point, Wu Yan’s injury on his leg was so painful that he could no longer feel it. , his head was also smashed and bloody, but he still didn't feel any pain. He only saw the dog... He was so hungry, he wanted to eat, he wanted to eat!
The dog was limping after being beaten by him, kept whimpering with its tail between its legs, and struggled to crawl into corners and small cracks.
There was a bang. During the pursuit, Wu Yan lost his strength and stumbled, hitting a cabinet hard. The things on the cabinet overturned and he also fell to the ground with a plop.
The rumble when the cabinet overturned was endless, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.
After some time, he finally regained some strength and slowly raised his head.
This time he looked up, he would never forget it.
The overturned cabinet opened a door... it was my mother's room.
“Da.”
Wu Yan put down the wooden bowl in his hand, looking a little satisfied.
The venison was finished, the bread was finished, and the jam was finished.
The hunger in my belly is slightly relieved.
But he knew very well that this hunger would strike again before long.
Before that, just do what you are doing and find something to eat for your next meal.
Thinking like this, he quickly cleaned up the traces he left, left the hunter's cabin, and disappeared into the night.
PS: Wu Yan’s line is related to the next big main line, so I will write about Wu Yan’s plot at the beginning of this volume.
(End of this chapter)