Chapter 480： Tormented waiting

The two hurried forward, the man propped up a broken face, his legs and feet slowly but stiffly following behind.

After the attack just now, his speed slowed down a bit, but the span of each step was huge, and the sharp nails slowly cushioned the woman's neck.

An Rushuang was walking, but suddenly frowned, and turned to look at the old man beside him: "Did you hear anything?"

The old man blinked, his nose fluttered, and his complexion changed.

There was a faint fishy smell and the smell of corpses in the air. It is said that they had already left there, and it is impossible to still haunt that smell now.

The two looked at each other, and both saw a trace of worry in each other's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, they turned their heads abruptly.

But behind him was empty, and when he glanced over, he couldn't see the original mass grave.

A group of elders yelled and flew up, as if avoiding something.

The old man looked at the ground, frowned, suddenly reached out his hand to grab An Rushuang's clothes, and said, "Go, go!"

With that said, he dragged An Rushuang and hurriedly walked forward.

An Rushuang was dragged by his clothes, full of doubts, but he was dragged by the clothes, and for a time the strength of the old man was so terrible, she could only follow behind, and even forgot to ask why.

And just after they left the mass grave, a figure slowly walked out of the dark shadow.

His body is long and radiant, and the steps under his feet make a slight movement, and his hands seem to be carrying something, making a rustling sound of rubbing the ground.

He looked at the trajectory of An Rushuang and An Rushuang with a deep complexion, and suddenly let out a sigh.

Suddenly his subordinates pressed hard, only hearing something clicked.

He looked down disdainfully, the head of the stiff man under his hands was now slumped in a twisted manner, and there was no movement on his body.

Looking at the living corpse for a long while, his eyes were gloomy, and he slowly stepped on the steps of the two just now, and walked outside.

The bright moonlight shone down, shining on his face wearing a canthus mask, and falling on him, as if it all had a little dark atmosphere.

Walking straight to the road outside, An Rushuang then remembered what had happened before and stopped.

"What happened?"

The old man glared at her with hatred for iron and steel, "I see that your girl is not looking good now! You didn't see it, did you not know where the corpse was?"

The more it came to the end, the lower his voice became, with a touch of gloomy feeling, which made people feel goose bumps all over his body.

An Rushuang couldn't help but caressed her arm, frowned and said, "What does that mean?"

The old man snorted and glanced at the mass grave site subconsciously.

"It can be explained that besides us, there are other people, or other corpses."

Probably because of his long stay in Yizhuang, he always speaks with a touch of somberness.

An Rushuang also subconsciously glanced at the mass grave. The wind moved the trees and brought a chaotic shadow. It seemed that there were countless living corpses struggling on the mass grave, shouting, but they couldn't get out of this hell.

Even though she didn't have much fear of the living corpse in her heart, she couldn't help it now and trembled slightly.

After returning to the county guard house, it was already five days before the east began to show a misty light and shadow.

Heaven, it's almost bright.

It is said that the eastern sunrise represents hope, but An Rushuang looked at the coming sunrise and remembered Meng Li who was still in a coma, but he couldn't help but sighed and turned and entered the county guard's mansion.

The door of Meng Li's bedroom was still tightly closed, and An Rushuang and the others walked to the door and knocked gently.

Soon, a very vigilant voice came from inside.

"who is it?"

It's Du Yong.

An Rushuang thought in her heart, and said solemnly: "I."

The door slowly opened. Du Yong stood inside the door, holding the small jar that the old man gave him in his hands. He was very sluggish, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

In fact, there are many situations where he stays up all night, but even if he stays up all night because of the war, it will not make people feel nervous like today.

All night, he stared at General Meng's wound, and did not dare to blink, for fear that he would miss the opportunity to apply the medicine.

Seeing him like this, An Rushuang sighed deeply in his heart, stretched out his hand and patted his arm, and said solemnly: "Thanks for your hard work, go and rest."

With that said, she reached out and took the small jar in Du Yong's hand. With a glance from the corner of her eye, she could not help but sink a third when she saw that she had already gone down for a long time.

Du Yong glanced at Meng Li. Although he was extremely tired now, he was not yet ready to sleep easily.

"Madam, have you found..."

When he asked, An Rushuang clenched his fists, and suddenly remembered Lu Wanqing's words in his heart.

After a while, she shook her head slowly, and said in a deep voice: "You go to rest first, if you expect it well, today or tomorrow, someone will come to deliver the medicine."

Du Yong didn't know that Lu Wanqing was behind the scenes, and thought that An Rushuang had already found some expert, and his heart suddenly became clear.

A face suddenly became clear, and he nodded quickly and said: "Okay! That's it! Then, I'll go down!"

With that said, he turned his head and glanced at General Meng who was still asleep, and strode out to the outside, unable to help his steps briskly.

But An Rushuang's heart is heavy.

She turned her head and looked at the bednet inside. She knew that there was a person lying there, but there was nothing moving and lifeless in that place.

The old man has already walked slowly aside.

An Rushuang also moved heavy steps, slowly following.

She looked at Meng Li's complexion. After one night, his face turned blue and his eye sockets were sunken. It looked as if he had drained all his energy all night.

And his wound expanded a bit, but after the suppression of the cinnabar, there was not much rancid smell, just looking at the wound was quite shocking.

An Rushuang's heart trembled and couldn't help clenching his fist.

Seeing that the cinnabar was worn away at the wound, she took out the cinnabar and applied a layer near the wound.

Seeing her worried, the old man couldn't help but said, "Don't worry, that person will definitely not let him die now. Wait, you have to be patient."

An Rushuang was not an impatient person, but all her patience met Meng Li and disappeared in an instant.

This day slowly passed by, as long as a lifetime.

An Rushuang sat beside Meng Li in a daze. For a whole day, she hadn't closed her eyes, and hadn't entered the water.

Until the night came, there was a loud noise outside the county guard house...