Wang Ying called me from behind, but I couldn't stop, I ran out of the village and ran all the way to the edge of the winding road.
Next, what do I do, where do I go, what does everything really mean?
After experiencing what happened just now, I suddenly felt confused, Xiaoxue died because of me, and I indirectly killed others because I wanted to resurrect Xiaoxue.
Everything is because of me, maybe I should listen to Sister Su, and my sister's words, maybe the most damned person is me.
I walked along the road, aimless, and I didn't know where I was going.
Under the gray sky, the mountains seemed to be pressing down on me.
I want to cry, I want to laugh, people are still small after all, and I still have no ability to resist these terrible forces.
Just give up, why do you live so hard, give up, once you get a hundred, it will save others trouble, save others more disasters.
I kept walking, not knowing where I was going, and in my mind, there seemed to be a place that was dark and beautiful, but it was okay but everything.
At this time, I really look like a walking corpse, heh, so be it.
I don't know where I ended up, but I fell asleep after I was groggy anyway, as if I was still dreaming.
I dreamed of a lot of dead people, Lao Liu kept reprimanding me, asking me to carry one corpse after another, and the old police officer showed me the wound on his arm, as well as Vice President Wang's wife, who stood in the fire and said to me, "If you die, my son can live, and my child and Xu Fei's child can live" Xu Fei sounds a little familiar, is it someone I once knew, and Vice President Wang is not surnamed Xu.
Just thinking like this, Vice President Wang's wife disappeared from my sight, and I saw vultures hovering above my head, and they were urging me, die, die quickly, your flesh is ours when you die.
I found myself lying on top of the piles of bones, the clatter of the piles of bones underneath me, and they came back together into a skeleton.
Later, I don't remember anything, I just felt a lot of pain in my back, and it was very bumpy, like the sound of wheels, and it felt like when I was a kid sitting in a cart carrying stones or bricks, and my dad was whistling and pushing me.
Eventually, a warm current flowed into my mouth and through my throat into my stomach, which was pleasant, but then a bitter, sour taste.
I opened my eyes, there were uneven rocks above my head, and I turned my head to look to the side, and the jumping flames smoked me warm, but I immediately thought of Vice President Wang's wife, and sat up in fright.
However, in front of me was not the soul of Vice President Wang's wife, but an old man with a wrinkled face.
She's like my grandma.
"Grandma," I called out in a daze.
She grinned at me, and I rubbed my eyes to see that it was the old lady with the basket on her back.
The smell of firewood and herbs fills the air, and when you look around, it looks like a cave.
"I'm not dreaming," I said, and I pinched my arm, it hurt, it was real.
"It's not a dream, you've been in a coma for a day."
The old lady said.
"Grandma Dou, we were just about to find you, this is Snake Head Peak," I asked excitedly.
"Yes, I found you.
In the col, if it's a little later, your life won't be saved.
She handed me the bowl she was holding.
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