CH 177

Bai Lingmiao followed Li Huowang silently, occasionally taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off herself and Li Huowang. The weather was getting hotter as the three dog days approached, and even in the morning when the sun wasn't too strong, they still sweated profusely while walking.

After wiping the sweat for the third time, Bai Lingmiao suggested to Li Huowang, "Senior Li, it's too hot in the afternoon. Shall we take a break and start early tomorrow?"

Li Huowang took out the map from the carriage and looked at it again. They were still within the borders of Siqi Country, and the old map was still usable.

"We won't have lunch today. Let's hurry up. There's a village ahead where we can spend the night."

Everyone's spirits lifted at the mention of a bed to sleep in, and they quickened their pace. After another hour of walking, when everyone's throat was dry and parched, they finally saw a vast expanse of cultivated land by the roadside. Behind the fields were a large group of black-tiled houses, the village.

"You can see the flowers by the field. They're so red."

Bai Lingmiao was about to go pick them when Li Huowang stopped her. "Don't go. Those flowers are not right."

Li Huowang watched the large flowers with their edges curled and wrinkled, which were unfolding and rolling back up again. "These are amaryllis flowers."

Although he didn't know who had told him, Li Huowang remembered that these flowers were somewhat eerie. Everyone became confused when he said this.

"Haha, you're not as good as me. You're wrong," a clear, childlike voice sounded from the side.

Everyone turned to see a barefoot boy carrying a bamboo basket that was taller than him. He looked about seven or eight years old and was smiling. "This isn't amaryllis flowers. Let me tell you, this is crab flower. My mother said that this kind of flower cannot be fed to pigs. If pigs eat it, they will have a stomach ache and easily lose weight."

The boy reached into the basket and pulled out a sickle, cutting off a few crab flowers with ease. He obviously saw them often, and probably lived in the village.

After thinking for a while, Li Huowang walked over to him. "Kid, what are you doing?"

"I'm cutting pig grass. I have two pigs at home! They eat the grass I cut every day. How many pigs do you have at home?"

When he found out that Li Huowang didn't have a pig, he laughed uncontrollably. "Haha! Your family is so poor, you don't even have a pig. We're much richer than you."

"Yeah, my family is very poor. Do you live here? Can you take us to see?""Let's go!" The child led Li Huowang and the others towards the village without any cunning.

"By the way, is there still a war going on?"

"War? There's no war. The third uncle who was drafted has already returned."

"Oh, that's good. No war is good."

Such a naive child, everything he knew was soon extracted by Li Huowang's questioning.

The village was called Qianjia Village, with several hundred people, not big or small.

The people in the village farmed in the summer and went to the nearby woods to collect mountain goods to make a living in the winter.

In Siqi, there were many such mountain villages, nothing special. These villages were generally more exclusive, but under the attack of Tongqian, Li Huowang eventually stayed temporarily at the child's house.

In an old guest room, two heavy swords were placed on the table, and Li Huowang instantly felt much more relaxed.

As he was about to take off the "Dagan Record" from his waist with his hand, he found it was missing.

Li Huowang then realized that his "Dachian Record" had been used up during the previous battle.

"Ah." To be honest, Li Huowang was still a little regretful.

Although the price of the "Dagan Record" was high, it did not require practice or cultivation.

As long as the corresponding price was paid, the corresponding ability could be obtained.

Without it, he could only rely on the sword given by his master to deal with trouble.

"Oh, there's also this thing." Li Huowang took out the "Fire Coat Scripture" wrapped in white wax and studied it carefully.

There was always a trade-off. This thing was still very unfamiliar, and he needed to practice more.

As long as he practiced it, he would have another lifesaving method.

Bai Lingmiao, who came in with a plate of roasted sweet potatoes, saw his focused back and quietly retreated.

After thinking for a moment at the door, she put down the plate of sweet potatoes and walked towards her and Xiaoman's room with a hint of joy on her face.

"Sister Xiaoman, do you want to eat the freshly roasted sweet potatoes?"

However, as soon as Bai Lingmiao entered the room, she saw Chun Xiaoman holding a spittoon and vomiting.

She was immediately shocked, put down the sweet potatoes, and walked over to pat her back for a while. Chun Xiaoman finally recovered and sat on the bed panting, holding her neck in shock.

"Sister Xiaoman? Did you eat something wrong? But we all eat from the same pot. How come you're the only one who's sick?"

Xiaoman shook her head. "It's nothing. I probably caught a cold from the wind last night when I was sleeping."

"But when we slept together, you didn't have the habit of kicking the blanket."

Seeing the doubt in Bai Lingmiao's eyes, Chun Xiaoman quickly said, "Little sister, could you please help me boil some ginger soup in the kitchen? I'm really uncomfortable.""Well...okay."

When Bai Lingmiao left in a hurry, Chun Xiaoman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she lifted the quilt on the bed, and a blood-red bamboo slip appeared in front of her in an instant.

"Daqian Record," Chun Xiaoman found it in that cave and secretly kept it.

Having seen Senior Brother Li use it many times, Chun Xiaoman already understood what it represented.

However, she clearly overestimated her own endurance. Just thinking about the bloody and terrifying rituals recorded in it...

"Ugh~!"

At this moment, she finally understood what Senior Brother Li had really sacrificed, and how much he had sacrificed.

But after throwing up, Chun Xiaoman gritted her teeth and continued reading. Compared to these tortures, she cared more about owing others favors. She was unwilling to always rely on Senior Brother Li to solve problems and appear useless.

Since she killed her own father, Chun Xiaoman had made up her mind not to be a waste.

"Senior Brother Li can hold on, and so can I!" Chun Xiaoman pulled "Daqian Record" over and read it with gritted teeth.

Meanwhile, Bai Lingmiao was cooking ginger tea in the kitchen, looking worriedly at the firewood in the stove.

"After vomiting like that, and feeling weird lately, could she really be pregnant?"

"It can't be Senior Brother Li, I sleep with him every day."

"Then who could it be? Gouwa? Gao Zhijian? Or Sun Baolu? But when did Xiaoman sister..."

Bai Lingmiao closed her legs and blushed. But after the shyness passed, she felt worried about her sister's situation. If she really was pregnant after this long journey, it would be difficult to continue.

Just as she was worrying, she suddenly felt someone standing behind her. Smelling the same fragrance as herself, Bai Lingmiao frowned. "What's wrong?"

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Behind her, Twin Soul's red veil shook slightly. "Bring the drum, there's work to do in the village."