The battle between the refugees and the victims had become fierce. At this time, An Yinong had killed seven people with one knife. The deserters caused some minor wounds, but An Yinong gave them fatal injuries.
He just looked thin, but because he ate enough, had learned some enemy fighting skills, and was calm enough, these low-quality deserters were really no match for him when fighting alone.
However, there was more than one deserter. Here he was dealing with one of them, and a cold arrow suddenly came from behind. It turned out that an archer sensed the danger and took action.
By the time An Yinong noticed it, it was already too late. The blood-stained arrow was already in front of his eyes.
He knew that the arrow could not be avoided no matter what, so he thought to himself: “It is better to take one of his arrows and kill one first.” Then he quickly turned sideways, trying to block the arrow with his arm. An arrow in the arm was more economical than an arrow in the gut.
But just when the arrow was about to touch the sleeve, a wisp of green smoke wrapped around it like a ribbon. The arrow stopped in mid-air and remained motionless, and the green smoke turned into white and slender fingers.
Gu Zhengzhong appeared in mid-air, his robes flying, and his black hair like a waterfall.
“Go.” The man let go of the arrow, and the arrow flew back with its own navigation, piercing the stunned archer.
The soldiers in front of An Yinong also showed surprised expressions. An Yinong directly raised his knife and chopped down the bandit in front of him. Blood spattered on his face and was wiped off casually.
An Yinong, whose face was blood red, turned to look at Gu Zhengzhong with a puzzled expression: Why should he help him?
Gu Zhengzhong said righteously: “If you die, who will I go to collect debt from? Remember, if you touch my urn, you will die in my hands.”
Although it was such a serious environment, An Yinong couldn’t help laughing.
“Good.”
Under the fierce resistance of the victims, the deserters who came were beheaded one by one. The girl wiped their throats one by one to ensure that they were dead. However, the victims also suffered heavy losses. There were originally two-thirds of the people left, but now it was estimated that only one-third were still standing.
Some of the victims were dying and could only be buried on the spot, and those who were seriously injured looked like they could only wait for two days. Those with minor injuries were worried about subsequent treatment, and those who were not injured were silently grieving.
An Yinong stood there like a bloody man. Some of the blood on him was from deserters, and some was his own. There was no one around, and they all subconsciously avoided him.
He couldn’t speak, couldn’t open his mouth, and was worried that he would throw up when he opened his mouth: He had never killed a chicken before, so he was so cruel to himself. He didn’t expect that he would take so many lives here.
For a long time, he turned around, and no one noticed that he was biting his lip, which bled, in order to maintain his calm appearance. No one could ignore this young man who had been quiet all the way. They no longer regarded him as a young man, but as a real adult and pillar.
As for the deserters An Yinong killed, no one dared to touch them, leaving their corpses for him to touch.
The scene was still chaotic. People who died were crying, crying for their parents, for their children, and for their spouses. Families without dead people were ‘inheriting’ the deceased’s inheritance.
An Yinong saw that the decent protagonist in the plot was following those people and touching the corpses. His body was clean, with no blood at all.
“Dig a hole and bury it, otherwise…” The village chief hesitated, otherwise he would be dug up and eaten.
“After the cooking is done here, we will find a place to repair it.”
So they buried the dead, took away the ownerless things, including the deserters’ weapons and clothing, and walked forward until they reached a village. The village had just been looted by deserters, the fire was still burning in the village, and corpses were everywhere.
Several people checked it out: “It looks like it was done by the deserters just now.”
“What a sin.” The victims looked at all this and thought about their hometown, and couldn’t help but feel sad.
They found two working wells in the village, and every household went to fetch water for drinking and washing. There were also people who were searching house to house to find something that could still be used, preferably food.
An Yinong went out to find some dry firewood and came back. His car was quietly parked there, and no one dared to move it – although many people were very greedy.
The food for the victims today was very good, including the inheritance they picked up and the food found in the looted village. But no one seemed happy, not even the children.
An Yinong was alone in a car, parked far away from the crowd. After setting up the fire, he heated up water and washed his face and other exposed skin one by one. The water after washing was red.
After that, An Yinong used the ‘healing halo’ to heal all the wounds on his body, including those on his face. The weapons of those soldiers were not clean, and it would be troublesome if he contracted tetanus. He changed another basin of water, wiped his sweaty body, and then took off his blood-stained clothes and hat.
There was a layer of on the outside of the thick cotton-padded jacket. He could just wash the smock, but the hat had to be washed entirely.
“Fortunately, I brought an extra set.”
An Yinong put on a new thick cotton-padded jacket and hung the old one up to dry, as well as the washed blouse and hat. Others were not so lucky. Many people only wore cotton-padded jackets, and they could only wear them when they get dirty.
“Host, the protagonist has 7 points of regret for you.” The system couldn’t help but be excited. It had already been lying down and was once again inspired by the task object: Although the host said that he would not do the task, he could not bear the task. It came to the door by itself!
It wishes it could kiss Huang Mei and give birth to a couple: Brothers, let’s get on the road!
An Yinong paused while washing his socks: “Do our lives have anything to do with each other?… It’s not like he was kicked out by his servants because of what I said before, and he had a plan to rob a car. Now he sees that I kill without batting an eye, is he afraid of being retaliated against?”
He thought about it carefully and found out that the protagonist’s character of being cowardly on the outside, hypocritical and fearful on the inside, might actually be true. He himself was a vengeful person, so he thought An Yinong was also vengeful, wasn’t he afraid?
An Yinong looked in the direction of the landowner Huang. Who knew that he was also secretly looking here? When he saw An Yinong turning his head, he exploded like a frightened rabbit.
“The regret value has risen to 13! It’s 17!” the system said excitedly.
An Yinong: “…” Didn’t authors nowadays have any requirements for protagonists? He just couldn’t see it.
“The bag he took seems to belong to someone else.” After the regret value stopped rising, the system suddenly noticed this.
Huang Meisheng was cooking something to eat. He had nothing at first, but now he had a lot of things piled around him.
An Yinong sneered: “Oh, he picked it up.” Others were struggling to resist the deserters, but he made a fortune by fishing in troubled waters.
In the plot, as to how the protagonist survived, the author used Spring and Autumn style of writing. He only said that he met a noble person, but did not explain it very carefully. An Yinong himself had many speculations. He even guessed that he ate the flesh of dead people, so he was not surprised to see Huang Meisheng secretly picking up food from others.
“The original plot is too misleading. Where in the world can so much luck come from? This is real before our eyes.”
Between fighting the soldiers and resting and cleaning, An Yinong didn’t even eat at night and climbed directly into the car to get ready for bed. The straw curtain blocked those prying eyes.
“We also found a lot of things from those deserters today.” He took out a bag, which contained more than a dozen grains of broken silver, as well as several pieces of silver jewelry, ranging from one tael to more than a dozen taels each. Those bows and weapons could also be resold, for another huge sum.
“Is this something worth being happy about?” Gu Zhengzhong appeared in the car.
“It’s enough to build a house.” An Yinong was very satisfied. After walking for so many days, he was like a piece of duckweed floating everywhere. He just wanted to find a place to rest.
He took off his coat and lay down, closed his eyes and was about to sleep, when suddenly the original owner’s name was called out from somewhere.
He heard the woman scolding her daughter: “How dare you, a little girl, kill people with a knife? Did you listen to Tian Xi? He has no father, no mother, and is barefoot and is not afraid of wearing shoes. Do you listen to him? I don’t think who will do it in the future?” Dare you marry me?! Throw down the knife!”
“I won’t lose it!”
“Damn girl! You’ve lost your mind…could you have fallen in love with that poor guy?”
He flicked the painted fan, and the sounds outside disappeared. Gu Zhengzhong said softly: “Don’t pay attention to a bunch of stupid men and women.”
An Yinong opened his eyes. His face was a little red, his eyes were moist, his lips were slightly raised, and he was smiling: “I don’t care about this.”
Gu Zhengzhong waved his fan: “Just think I care.” He saw something was wrong with An Yinong’s face, rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand, placing the back of his hand against An Yinong’s forehead.
“You have a fever.”
The scene was somewhat familiar, and the memory and reality overlapped, but his attention was soon drawn to his illness.
“It seems so.” An Yinong also checked the temperature.
He fumbled sideways for a while, half-sat up, opened the third box, took out a dark brown pill from a small porcelain bottle and swallowed it directly. Healing Aura had no effect on colds.
“I prepared these things before I left. After so long, I don’t know how effective the medicine will still be.” After filling half of the water bag with warm water, he lay down again, and picked up the thick cotton-padded jacket that he had taken off before. Covered himself with quilts.
“Human beings are really fragile.” Gu Zhengzhong looked at An Yinong who had retracted himself into the quilt and curled up. During the day he looked like the reincarnation of a murderous god, but now he was pitiful and cute.
He stretched out his hand and put it on the other person’s hot forehead. An Yinong sighed with satisfaction: “It’s so cold.”
A slight smile appeared on Gu Zhengzhong’s face. A very defensive person occasionally showed this kind of trusting gesture, which was easy to make people happy and addictive.
“I never thought that someone would be cooled down in this way.” Gu Zhengzhong slowly leaned down. He was wearing a black gold-lined robe today. The sleeves were very big. When it unfolded like this, it looked like a black The raptor spreading its wings and tucking its young under its wings.
The sweet and warm fragrance surrounded An Yinong, making him feel dizzy and sleepy.
“I want to learn something from Mr. Gu.” An Yinong tentatively made his request.
Gu Zhengzhong smiled slightly: “You have already called me ‘Sir’, do I still want to refuse? What do you want to learn?” An Yinong’s voice was very soft, a little softer because of his illness, and it sounded similar to acting coquettish.
“What are the imperial examinations and what do I want to learn?”
“Oh? You want to be an official? Because being an official means you don’t have to suffer from poverty?”
“I want to be an official.” An Yinong said, “Encourage farming, punish bullies, and develop the economy. In the future, the people under my rule will be able to have enough food and clothing, and no longer have to flee because they can’t survive.”
Gu Zhengzhong’s fingers gently stroked his forehead. After a long time, he responded softly: “Okay.”
WhiteMoon x BlackSun 
Unexpectedly, this is a cute chapter ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
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