MTL - Kunning-Chapter 197 devil wandering

Jiang Xuening asked: "Do you want to move forward?"

Maybe they are lucky enough to fight against the heavens and dare to go out before the heavy snow closes the mountain, or maybe the snow is not too heavy and stops soon, which does not affect their itinerary.

But Xie Wei shook his head.

After looking forward for a long time, he didn't answer, but turned around and walked back, down the ridge.

Jiang Xuening stared at his back from a high place, like a lone crane in the wild mountains and fields.

It is indeed too risky to rush on the road with the coming wind and snow.

It is not safe to find a place to rest temporarily.

If the wind and snow were too heavy and it rained for a long time, and the two of them were trapped in the city, they would have to consider whether they might freeze to death and starve to death.

—Both are possible, why did Xie Wei choose the latter?

She remembered that Xie Wei didn't like snow.

But is that all?

Frowning lightly, Jiang Xuening stood there for a while, finally suppressed her doubts, and followed him back the same way.

At this time, the cloud has spread over.

The light in the mountains is not bright at all, and it is covered by the haze that floats in, and it is gradually filled with a depressive and restless atmosphere.

The leaves are still.

Insects and ants crawled hurriedly on the surface of the soil and rotting leaves as if they were fleeing.

It took them a while before they found a cave at the foot of the mountain not far behind. There are traces of water erosion on the upper reaches of the rocks, and a few stones fell at the entrance of the cave. After being blown by the wind for a long time, they melted when touched outside.

The inside is only two feet deep and one foot wide.

The height is not more than Zhang Xu, and some places are relatively low, and you have to bow your head to pass, which is quite rough.

When Jiang Xuening cleaned up the rocks and dust in the cave, he found a few gray-black fine hairs, which seemed to be left by hares. He guessed that when the wind and rain were heavy in the past, some small animals also came in to take shelter from the rain.

They have taken up their place.

But it's also good.

When she went outside to find a lot of withered grass in late autumn and laid it on the ground, she thought, if they came later, they would fall into the trap of themselves, and they would fall into her and Xie Wei's belly, so they would not have to find anything to eat by themselves.

The snow may stop for a while, or it may not stop for a long time. No matter what the situation is, what they are afraid of is the cold and the hunger.

So after Jiang Xuening finished building the cave, he collected branches and firewood everywhere.

And Xie Wei took his bow and arrow and went to the deep mountains and dense forests.

It wasn't until it was dark that Jiang Xuening saw him coming out of the opposite mountain from a distance.

He was holding a plucked pheasant in his hand, a peeled hare, and on the other side was a not-so-big roe deer, all of which were worn on bamboo poles.

His face was cold, and even his Taoist robe was stained with a lot of blood.

Jiang Xuening's eyelids couldn't help twitching: Thanks to Xie Wei's archery skills these days, he can hunt some wild animals in the mountains to satisfy his hunger. But he is a person who loves cleanliness, and he also knows that she is not likely to see blood, so after hunting wild animals, he usually disposes of them on the spot, neither letting her see them, nor getting any blood on his body.

And right now...

She vaguely sensed something was wrong, and was deeply shocked.

Xie Wei didn't respond to the slightest bit of blood stains on his body. He indifferently inserted the bamboo pole wearing a wild animal into the crevice of the rock, and then went out again. He folded a few clusters of leafy branches and piled them at the entrance of the cave, which was regarded as half a face. Not particularly thick walls to block the wind and snow coming in from outside.

Then sit down and build a fire.

The whole process, without saying a word.

Jiang Xuening suddenly felt an unparalleled depression.

Not from the coming snowstorm.

Just from the person in front of me.

She didn't make a sound, just sat down in a clean place across from him, hugged her knees, and looked at him silently.

Night fell quietly.

The wind roared outside.

The light in the cave became extremely dim.

Xie Wei's face was also blurred.

But the ringing flint began to flash.

His calm and icy silhouette flickered brightly and darkly, at one time it was illuminated by a sudden flash, and at another time it fell into the darkness after the flash went out, as if caught in an endless pull. It wasn't until the sparks landed on the dry grass, and the orange-red flames slowly burned up, that the surrounding darkness was gradually dispelled, illuminating his entire front, leaving only the wobbly and unsteady man on the rugged mountain wall behind him. shadow.

For some reason, Jiang Xuening breathed a sigh of relief when the fire finally rose.

Xie Wei looked at her.

But she avoided this direct gaze, instead she looked out of the cave, and then exclaimed softly: "It's snowing!"

It finally snowed.

The gloomy sky in the middle of the night is like a dark curtain, a huge opening is torn out by the sharp claws of the wind, thousands of snowflakes are thrown down, and the wind blows like goose feathers.

Some even landed on the branches piled up at the entrance of the cave.

Judging from this posture, I am afraid that it will not take an hour to cover the mountain with silver and white.

Jiang Xuening looked at it for a while, her heart was really heavy, but she pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "It seems that we are stuck here and can't get out for the time being."

She thought it was time for Xie Wei to turn his head to look at Xue.

However, when she turned her head, Xie Wei's gaze still fell on her, silent, like a snowflake blown into a cave by the wind outside.

He didn't even glance outside, but after watching the forced smile on the corner of Jiang Xuening's lips gradually disappearing stiffly, he lowered his eyes again and added more wood to the fire.

Xie Wei Fuqin's fingers are beautiful.

It seemed to take little effort to snap off a few branches and throw them into the fire. Some leaves that were not dry enough were licked by the flames, curled up, and made a small crackling sound.

The cave was suddenly very quiet.

Jiang Xuening and him were guarding the fire, sitting opposite each other, neither of them said anything to break the silence.

Jumping flames burned deep in the pupils.

At this moment, there is a kind of ordinaryness.

In this isolated place, no language has any meaning. She and Xie Wei seem to have a kind of tacit understanding, and they have nothing to talk about, and nothing to talk about.

Occasionally she added a few sticks to the fire.

But my thoughts seemed to fly away, and all the bright and painful memories, far and near, came one after another.

Jiang Xuening buried her face in the crook of her arms, looked at the burning flames, finally felt the exhaustion from previous busyness welling up, and gradually felt a little drowsy.

I don't know when I closed my eyes.

In a daze of consciousness, he seemed to hear someone suppressing a cough.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the soft grass that had been laid earlier, with a blood-stained Taoist robe on his shoulders. But Xie Wei was missing a coat, and still sat facing the fire, holding half a slender branch between his fingers, and just stared at the fire motionlessly.

Jiang Xuening thought that she was probably too kind.

Otherwise, how can you feel the tip of the nose is slightly sour?

She opened her mouth to say something, but looking at Xie Wei's side face illuminated by the fire, she didn't say anything, she just stood up, folded the robe, and handed it back to him, saying: "Thank you. You don't sleep in a while?"

Only then did Xie Wei turn his head to look at her, took off the robe, but did not put it on again.

Fingertips touched a little residual warmth on the soft fabric.

For a moment, he really wanted to ask: Jiang Xuening, do you believe that there are devils roaming around in the world? In the deserted city, in the empty snowy night.

—He dared not sleep.