Chapter 14 The twelfth time between life and death

Dead black!Dead silence! No light, no sound, neither is scary, what is really scary is no hope. The children are breastfeeding.Only in their sucking, there is still the vitality of life. But how long can their lives last? Fu Hongxue clenched his saber tightly again, but now even his saber couldn't break through this death trap! He should have gone to comfort Zhuo Yuzhen, but he didn't know what to say, his heart was too disturbed. Between life and death, he has always been very indifferent, and what he can't let go of are these two children. Although he is not the real father of the children, there is already a wonderful connection between them, even closer than father and son.

Because these two children were welcomed into the world with his own hands, as if they had become the continuation of his own life. The emotion is complex and subtle.It is because human beings have this emotion that this world can exist. Zhuo Yuzhen suddenly said: "I heard from Ming Yuexin that you seem to have been imprisoned here before." Fu Hongxue said, "Yes." Zhuo Yuzhen said: "Since you had a way to escape before, you must be able to figure out a way now." Her eyes glowed with hope. Fu Hongxue really couldn't bear to let her hopes be dashed, but he couldn't keep her from knowing the truth.

"The last time we got away, it was only because there happened to be a sharp weapon that broke the wall at that time." Now the place is empty, except for the four of them, there is only one corpse. The corpses were cold and stiff, and sooner or later they must become like this. Zhuo Yuzhen's eyes still had a gleam of hope: "I often hear people say that your saber is the unparalleled sharp weapon in the world!" Fu Hongxue looked at the knife in his hand, and his voice was full of hatred: "This is a sharp weapon for killing people, not for saving lives."

What he hates is not others, but himself.He would do anything to keep the children alive. But there was nothing he could do. Zhuo Yuzhen's hope was finally completely shattered, but she forced a smile and said, "At least we still have one hope." She comforted Fu Hongxue: "Yan Nanfei wants you to wait here, he will definitely come back." Fu Hongxue said: "If he wants to come back, he should have come back long ago. Even if he comes back now, he will definitely think that we are no longer here." Zhuo Yuzhen closed her mouth. Of course she also knew that Fu Hongxue was telling the truth. Yan Nanfei absolutely never thought that they would stay here for so long, let alone that Fu Hongxue would be buried here alive.

With Fu Hongxue's eyesight and reaction, no matter how anyone above takes any action, they should not be able to hide it from him. And who would have imagined that he was delivering the child at that time?And who would have imagined that there would be children crying here? There are many things in the world that no one can predict, and real things are sometimes even stranger than myths. The children started crying again. Fu Hongxue's palms were dripping with cold sweat, and he suddenly remembered that there was one more thing he could do for them. A thing he would rather die than do.

But now he must do it. ——Zhao Ping is also an old Jianghu, and the old Jianghu always carries some first aid and contingency things on his body. To deprive a dead man of everything, this kind of thing makes him sick when he thinks about it. But now he is already doing this kind of thing. He found a fire bag, a coil of long rope, a piece of realgar essence to drive away snakes and ward off evil spirits, a bottle of medicine for knife wounds, half a piece of ginseng that had been eaten, a bunch of keys, a bead flower, a few golden scorpions, A few banknotes and a letter. Pearls and gold were originally treasures that people in the world would use all means to grab them, even at the expense of exchanging their own personalities, but now, they have become worthless.

Isn't this also a kind of irony? Weakness after childbirth, the milk of children. Everyone knows that what Zhuo Yuzhen needs most now is ginseng. Fu Hongxue pulled out the knife silently, and cut off the gnawed part—this was the first time he drew out the knife for an inanimate thing, but it was the second time Zhuo Yuzhen saw his knife.He doesn't care. The barrier between him and Zhuo Yuzhen had been broken during the process of giving birth. Now there is a strange connection between the two of them. Zhuo Yuzhen didn't mention this matter either, and took the ginseng silently, but her eyes were fixed on the bead flower.

It was a peony, and every pearl was flawless. The soft luster and delicate casting make it look more extraordinary and beautiful in the dark. There was light in her eyes again. She is a woman after all. The charm of jewelry is something no woman can resist. Fu Hongxue hesitated, and finally handed it to her. Maybe he shouldn't have done this, but at this moment, why didn't he let her enjoy a little more fun and joy? Zhuo Yuzhen smiled like a child. The crying child suddenly fell asleep. Fu Hongxue said, "You should go to bed too!" Zhuo Yuzhen said, "I can't sleep."

Fu Hongxue said, "As long as you close your eyes, you will naturally fall asleep." He could see that she was tired.She lost too much blood, suffered too much fright. Her eyes finally closed, and suddenly she sank into the quiet and sweet darkness. Fu Hongxue looked at them quietly, the sleeping mother and babies, what a happy and beautiful picture this should be, but now... He gritted his teeth, determined not to let himself cry. Now he must find everything that could help them get out.Although he has eyes that can see in the dark, he is too tired. He flashed the flashbook, and the first thing he saw was the eight characters on the envelope.

"face Yan Nanfei my brother feather" feather? Gong Ziyu? Could it be that Young Master Yu entrusted Zhao Ping to deliver this letter to Yan Nanfei? my brother? What is the relationship between them? Fu Hongxue suppressed his curiosity, folded up the letter, and kept it in his bosom. Zhao Ping had no chance to hand over this letter, and he hoped that he would have the chance to see Yan Nanfei again. But he also knows that this hope is really very slim. To Fu Hongxue, apart from this letter and ginseng, what he found from Zhao Ping was totally worthless. Because he overlooked one point - a man like Zhao Ping shouldn't be wearing beads.

By the time he thought of this, it was too late. Both the mother and the children were still sleeping, when a strange sound suddenly sounded in the darkness. Fu Hongxue turned on the fire switch again, and saw several snakes scurrying out of the stone cabinet, and scurrying towards the dark place in the left corner. They can't stand the smell of realgar. There is no ventilation in the cellar, the air is gradually stagnant, and the smell of realgar is particularly strong. Fu Hongxue immediately discovered another terrible thing—maybe they would suffocate to death before the hunger and thirst became unbearable. especially children. Children do not have the ability to adapt to the environment. Just then, he discovered another thing, an exciting thing. As soon as the snakes darted into the dark corner, they disappeared. There must be a way out there. There is indeed a crack on the stone wall in the corner, I don't know if it has existed for a long time, or was it cracked by him last time? Although he is not a snake, although he does not know whether the stone wall is on the ground or underground. But as long as there is a chance, he must not miss it. He drew his knife! When Zhuo Yuzhen woke up, Fu Hongxue had been digging on the stone wall for a long time, and the cracks on the stone wall had gradually grown to the point where even the fattest mouse could come in and out. Too bad they're not mice. The children woke up and cried, cried and fell asleep. Zhuo Yuzhen took off her coat, spread it on the floor, quietly put down the sleeping child, and struggled to stand up quietly. Fu Hongxue was panting, and the clothes on his body were soaked. People who fell asleep might not notice it, but his physical strength was exhausted, and the stale air was almost unbearable for him. He had to get out immediately, he tried harder, and suddenly, with a sound of "collapse", a gap was made on the edge of the blade. This knife has become a part of his body, even a part of his life. But his hand didn't stop. Zhuo Yuzhen took a bite of ginseng and passed it silently. Fu Hongxue shook his head: "The children need to be fed, you need more physical strength than me." Zhuo Yuzhen said sadly: "But if you fall down, who else will live?" Fu Hongxue gritted his teeth, another gap appeared on the blade. Zhuo Yuzhen's tears flowed down her cheeks. This is a unparalleled sharp weapon in the world, enough to change the color of the situation and make the heroes frightened, but now it is not as useful as a shovel. How cruel and sad it is! Of course Fu Hongxue himself could feel this feeling, he was almost about to collapse. Zhuo Yuzhen's hand suddenly stretched out quietly, holding a palm full of sweet spring. As soon as Fu Hongxue opened his mouth, the sweet spring flowed into his mouth, and an indescribable sweet fragrance penetrated into his heart. This is her milk. Fu Hongxue had already vowed not to cry anymore, but at this moment, hot tears could not help but burst out of his eyes. At this moment, something suddenly protruded from the crack in the stone wall, it turned out to be a sword. The bright red sword! There is a skirt tied to the sword, on which are written ten words written in blood: "I'm not dead yet, you can't die either!" The children cried again. The loud cry symbolizes the active life! The sky is full of sunshine. The children finally saw the sun. Fu Hongxue only hoped that all the children in the world who were born in the dark could live in the sunshine. "I would have gone, I have gone three times." "But you came back three times." "I don't know why I came back. I thought you would never be inside." Yan Nanfei was laughing, "Because I never dreamed that Fu Hongxue would be buried alive." There was no malice in his smile, he was really full of joy: "I was going to leave again for the last time." "Why didn't you leave?" "Because I suddenly heard a strange sound, as if someone was eating broad beans." "That's the sound of a knife edge collapsing." "Whose knife is it?" "mine." Yan Nanfei raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth wide, looking at Fu Hongxue in surprise, even more surprised than hearing that the earth had a gap. Fu Hongxue smiled, and said, "My knife is just a very ordinary knife." Yan Nanfei said, "Where's your hand?" Fu Hongxue said, "My hand is still there." Yan Nanfei said: "As long as your hand is still there, a knife with a cut can still kill people." Fu Hongxue's smile suddenly disappeared: "Where's the person?" Yan Nanfei sighed, and said with a wry smile, "They are still there, but unfortunately I don't know where they are." There are chariots and horses in the distance, but no one. Fu Hongxue said, "You came here by car?" Yan Nanfei smiled and said, "The three times I came here by car. I hate walking. When I can take a car, I will never walk." Fu Hongxue looked at him and said, "Just because you hate walking? Isn't it because of your legs?" Yan Nanfei was also looking at him, sighed suddenly, and said, "Why can't I hide anything from you?" The child was wrapped in Fu Hongxue's coat, Yan Nanfei suppressed his surprise all the time, and did not ask about it. Because Fu Hongxue never mentioned it. He knew that if Fu Hongxue didn't want to mention something, you'd better pretend not to know! Zhuo Yuzhen greeted him with a smile: "Uncle Yan, why don't you come and see our child?" Yan Nanfei couldn't hold his breath any longer, and couldn't help but ask, "Your child?" Zhuo Yuzhen glanced at Fu Hongxue out of the corner of her eye, and said, "Didn't he tell you?" Yan Nanfei said, "Tell me what?" Zhuo Yuzhen smiled sweetly and said, "One of these two children is named Qiu and the other Fu. The boy inherits the blood of the Qiu family and is called Qiu Xiaoqing; the girl who comes out is named Fu Xiaohong." Her eyes were full of pride and satisfaction: "This is what I discussed with him, we have already..." She blushed and lowered her head. Yan Nanfei looked at her, and then at Fu Hongxue, the expression on his face was more surprised than when he heard the knife cut. Fu Hongxue had already turned his head, tightened the child's bag, and said, "Why didn't you guys get in the car first?" Zhuo Yuzhen had already sat down in the carriage before Yan Nanfei and Fu Hongxue walked over slowly. They didn't open their mouths all this time. After a long time, Fu Hongxue suddenly asked, "You didn't expect that?" Yan Nanfei forced a smile and said, "There are many unexpected things in this world." Fu Hongxue said, "You object?" Yan Nanfei said: "I know you must have difficulties, maybe..." Fu Hongxue interrupted him, saying: "If time could go back, I would still do it. Children cannot live without a father, and there must always be someone who will be their father." Yan Nanfei smiled brightly, and said, "Except for you, I really can't think of anyone else who can be their father." He walked very slowly, his walking posture seemed to be similar to Fu Hongxue's, and he was still coughing non-stop. Fu Hongxue stopped suddenly, stared at him, and said, "How many injuries have you suffered?" Yan Nanfei said, "Not many." Fu Hongxue made a sudden move and pulled open the skirt of his clothes. There were two finger marks on his solid chest. The purple finger marks seemed to be painted on with paint. Fu Hongxue's pupils shrank immediately, and said, "Is this the hand of Da Ziyang?" Yan Nanfei said, "Yes." Fu Hongxue said, "Is the bone-penetrating nail or the soul-searching needle in your leg?" Yan Nanfei smiled wryly, "If it's a soul-searching needle, how can I stand now?" Fu Hongxue said, "Someone from the Western Xingxiu Sea?" Yan Nanfei said, "Only one came!" Fu Hongxue said: "Is it the sentimental one or the heartless one?" Yan Nanfei sighed, and said, "Sentimental subordinates are also merciless." Fu Hongxue said, "The bone-penetrating nail is still on your leg?" Yan Nanfei said, "Now I only have a hole in my leg." His hand stretched out from his bosom, and there was already a gleaming hidden weapon in his palm. If you choose the ten most terrifying hidden weapons in the world, the Bone Piercing Nail is undoubtedly one of them. Yan Nanfei suddenly smiled again, and said: "Fortunately, my luck is not bad. He hit thirteen nails through the bone, and I only got one, and it didn't hit my joint, so I ran fairly well. Be quicker than them, otherwise Yang Wuji will kill me if Duoqingzi doesn't kill me." He smiled happily: "I can tell you a secret. Although I am not as good as you in killing people, I am definitely the best in the world in escaping." Fu Hongxue's hand was also in his bosom, and he took it out after he finished speaking, with a letter between his fingertips: "We'll read it after we get in the car." "Who drives the car?" "I." Yan Nanfei smiled: "I remember you used to know how to drive." Fu Hongxue said: "Now I will." Yan Nanfei said, "When did you learn it?" Fu Hongxue stared at him, and suddenly asked, "You used to run for your life?" Yan Nanfei thought for a while, then shook his head. Fu Hongxue said, "When did you learn to run for your life?" Yan Nanfei said, "It's time to run for your life." Fu Hongxue shut his mouth again, he believed that Yan Nanfei had already understood what he meant—— When a person has to do something, he will do it. The letter was very long, there were actually three sheets of paper, and Yan Nanfei had already started reading it before getting in the car. He has always been quick-tempered. Fu Hongxue was very calm and didn't ask him what was written in the letter. It seemed that it was a very interesting letter, because Yan Nanfei had a smile in his eyes. A smile full of sarcasm. He suddenly said: "It seems that Gong Ziyu is really a good person, and he really cares about me." Fu Hongxue said, "Oh?" Yan Nanfei smiled and said, "He advised me to leave you quickly, because you have now become a kind of plague-like thing, and no matter who touches you, it will be unlucky." He laughed, and added: "He even made a list." Fu Hongxue said, "A watch?" Yan Nanfei said: "The list lists all the people who want to kill us, there is one more person who wants to kill you than the person who wants to kill me." Fu Hongxue said coldly: "One is not too many." Yan Nanfei said: "Sometimes it's not too much, sometimes it's not too little, it just depends on who this person is." His smile was very unpleasant: "Strictly speaking, the person who wants to kill you is not a person at all." Fu Hongxue said, "What is it?" Yan Nanfei said, "At least ten people should be counted." Fu Hongxue said, "Is he the heartless son of Xingxiuhai?" Yan Nanfei said: "Compared to this person, Wuqingzi can only be regarded as a child who has just learned how to kill at best." Fu Hongxue said, "Who is this person?" Yan Nanfei got into the car and closed the door, as if he was afraid that he would fall down: "This man also uses a knife, and he uses a very special knife." Fu Hongxue said, "What kind of knife?" Yan Nanfei pulled the car door tighter, and then said word by word: "Heavenly King Slaying Ghost Sword!" The compartment is very spacious.Zhuo Yuzhen put the girl on her lap, held the boy in her arms, but stared at Yan Nanfei, and finally couldn't help asking: "What kind of knife is the Heavenly King Slaying Ghost Knife?" Yan Nanfei forced a smile, and said, "To be honest, it can't be considered a knife at all." Zhuo Yuzhen said: "Ten?" Yan Nanfei didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "Have you seen Xiao Siwu's sword?" Zhuo Yuzhen thought for a while, then nodded: "I've seen him before. He always uses a knife to trim his nails." Yan Nanfei said: "It takes at least five hundred such knives to make a Heavenly King Slaying Ghost Knife!" Zhuo Yuzhen took a deep breath: "Five hundred knives?" Yan Nanfei asked again: "Do you know how many people he killed with one blow?" Zhuo Yuzhen said, "Two? Three? Five?" Yan Nanfei sighed, and said, "He killed twenty-seven people with a single blow, and he cut everyone's head in half." Zhuo Yuzhen's complexion changed, she hugged the child even tighter, looked out the window, and forced a smile, "Did you scare me on purpose?" Yan Nanfei smiled wryly, "If you see that knife, you'll know if I'm scaring you." He shook his head suddenly: "But of course you won't see it. God bless you, please don't let you see it." Zhuo Yuzhen didn't ask any more, because she had already seen something very strange: "Look, there is a wheel over there." It is not surprising that a carriage has wheels, but how could the wheels roll forward by themselves? Yan Nanfei couldn't help stretching his head over to take a look, his expression changed, and he said, "These wheels belong to our car." Before he could finish his sentence, the carriage began to tilt, and rushed out towards the side of the road obliquely. Zhuo Yuzhen shouted again: "Look, why are there half horses there?" half a horse?How can there be half horses in the world? What was even more frightening was that the half horse was also running forward, running on two legs. Suddenly, a rain of blood flew out like arrows. The half-horse ran another seven or eight steps before collapsing, dragging its liver, intestines and internal organs on the ground. Yan Nanfei shouted, "Be careful." Before the shouting stopped, the carriage turned over in the air, as if it was somersaulting. Yan Nanfei rushed over, hugged Zhuo Yuzhen and the child, kicked the car door with a flying kick. A hand stretched out from the outside, only to hear Fu Hongxue's voice say: "Hold it." Pulling and lifting both hands, Fu Hongxue pulled Yan Nanfei, and Yan Nanfei hugged Zhuo Yuzhen and the child.With a thud, both adults and children flew out. Then there was a "boom", and the carriage had hit a big tree beside the road. smashed to pieces. noon. The weather was bright and sunny. The fresh sunlight was shining on the road, but suddenly a dark cloud covered it, blocking the sunlight, as if even the sun couldn't bear to see what happened on the road just now. The carriage is smashed. The horse pulling the cart has been cut in half, the rear half is still harnessed to the cart, but the front half has fallen in the middle of the road. What happened here just now? Zhuo Yuzhen hugged the child tightly to prevent the child from crying.Although she didn't know what happened just now, she was so scared that she couldn't even feel the pain. Although all the bones in her body were almost broken, she was completely numb to fear.Then she couldn't help it and started vomiting. A young woodcutter, standing in the woods beside the road, was also vomiting. Just now he was about to walk onto the main road, but backed away because he saw a carriage approaching. The face of the driver was pale, as if he wished he could drive the carriage eight hundred miles away. "Is this man in a hurry to go to the funeral?" The young and energetic woodcutter was about to scold him, but before he could swear, he saw the flash of a knife. In fact, he couldn't tell whether it was the knife light or the lightning. He only saw a ray of light flying out from the opposite woods and falling on the horses pulling the cart. This galloping horse was suddenly separated—the front half was actually separated from the rear half. The half horse in front ran out on two legs. What happened next, the woodcutter didn't see it at all.He couldn't believe it was real. He hoped it was just a dream, a nightmare. But he was already throwing up.