640 Chapter 640

Zhang Hui walked here, feeling as if he really should leave. He didn't have to go back to the wolf cave to pack his bags. The only thing that mattered to him was to carry the sword on his back.

Now as long as he thinks of leaving, he can leave immediately, without having to go back and make any preparations.

"Are you going with me?" Zhang Hui bent down and touched the big bad wolf's head.

He has been with the big bad wolf for more than half a year. He has become accustomed to its existence and regarded it as a close companion. He never thought that they would be separated again, and now he vaguely felt that the big bad wolf would not be with him. He goes.

Although he asked so, he also thought that it might not hurt it to go back to the crowd with him. This is where it really belongs.

The big bad wolf stood opposite Zhang obediently, and Zhang would know that it could understand the meaning of his words.

"Do you want to go with me?" Zhang Hui tried to walk forward, and after walking for a while, he looked back at it.

As expected, the big bad wolf stood still looking at him.

Zhang Hui walked back again, squatted down, with one arm around the big bad wolf's neck, rubbed his head on its face, pursed his mouth and smiled: "Then I'm leaving, brother, take care, hope you 'S master came back earlier to accompany you."

Zhang Hui rubbed the big bad wolf's head again, and the warm feeling on the palm of his hand remained in his heart.

He turned and left, and started thinking about going down the river along the river, because he thought that Qi's water would flow eastward, along this river, maybe he could return to Qi.

After looking back at the big bad wolf several times, he didn't look back again. He buried his head and walked a long way along the river.

When he was tired from walking and looked up, he found a big bad wolf standing on a big rock on a bare hillside looking at him in the distance.

At this moment, his eyes were sore, and the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

He waved his hand in the distance and thought: "Let's go, if one day I can see its owner, maybe I can see it again."

Zhang Hui walked along the river for two days, and gradually he could see some houses, but he found that it was still a place in Beimang. Fortunately, it was far away from the capital of Beimang. People here do not ask political affairs, unlike other places in Beimang. Qi Guo people are so vigilant.

After walking for more than ten days, Zhang Hui walked to the ferry crossing of a big river. Based on the map Yun Dou drew for him, he speculated that this river might be the Nan River flowing through the southwest of Qi.

The river is open, and a group of people walking hurriedly by the ferry, judging from their figure, they look like a person of Qi.

Zhang Hui hasn't seen the people of Qi for many days. Now that he sees so many people of Qi that they feel kind, he unconsciously walks towards them, wanting to hear the familiar accent.

The expressions on the faces of those people were a little anxious, they moved fast, and looked everywhere from time to time, as if they were running for their lives.

They saw that Zhang Hui was wearing a torn dress with his hair tied up in a mess. At first they thought he was Beimang’s slave, but when they took a closer look, Zhang Hui’s appearance was quite delicate, and the clothes he was wearing were not Beimang. They guessed that Zhang Hui was also a citizen of Qi who was fleeing like them.

One of the older men asked, "Hey, young man, are you going back to Qi country?"

"Yeah." Zhang Hui nodded and replied, and then asked, "You also took a boat back to Qi from here?"

"Yeah, we are all fighting, we can only leave from here. The people of Beimang are much more fierce than the people of Qi. The people in this place are okay. Seeing that we can't fight, all the people of Qi of Hebi City ran away. , We dare not return to Qi from the direction of Hebi City." The man sighed, shaking his head.

"It's all fighting... What's fighting? Is it Qi Guo and Bei Mang?" Zhang Hui asked hesitantly.

"I need to ask? Don't you know? Oh, young man, your clothes are ripped like this, where do you come from?"

Zhang Hui's clothes outside this year have been badly rotten, and now he can only wear a tattered middle coat on him.

The man took an old piece of clothes from the baggage to Zhang Hui, and continued: "I don’t know why our Qi country has become so stiff this time. Jianyang County, which had reached the hands of the Beimang people, has been collected. The Beimang people are not fuel-efficient lamps. They caught the Qi people in Beimang and threw them outside the city wall of Nanhe County. Those of us also spent a lot of effort. Kucai fled to this hole, hoping to avoid encountering Beimang people."

The man was still sighing after speaking, he seemed to have finally escaped here, but he still had lingering fears.

The man went on to say: "You young man doesn't know where he came from. He is demented and dressed in rags. Come with us. Some people from Qi will boat us to the other side and get on. You can go home safely."

Zhang Hui looked at them like this, as if they had agreed to cross the river together, and stood with them to see what happened next.

They waited for nearly an hour, and sure enough, someone came from the opposite side in a rowing boat.

The group of people waved their hands and shouted, "Here, we are here!"

The closer the boat got, the more excited the voices of people here.

Seeing that the ship was about to dock, a group of soldiers from Beimang chased here.

The bank suddenly became quiet, and the punter on the river hesitated for a while, then turned his head and rowed across the river.

The faces of Qi Guo collapsed one by one, and looked carefully at the soldiers of Beimang.

The leader of that group of soldiers from Beimang, holding a long knife in his hand, walked here with great dignity.

Zhang Hui's head leaned a little over there, and he immediately recognized that the person was one of the men of Ye Xiang's group, and he was sure that this person would recognize him too.

"Oops, it's really a narrow road. Why did I meet this person?" Zhang Hui secretly cried out in his heart, but his skill is now soaring. If he really wants to fight, he can knock them down without much effort.

The leader also seemed to recognize Zhang Hui, but he just glanced at Zhang Hui quickly and then looked away.

"Don't he recognize me? It's also possible, they may think I'm dead." Zhang Hui thought of this, feeling a little grateful in his heart.

The head led a group of people to come here, then stretched out his palm and made a gesture to tell the people behind not to come over, and said coldly: "A bunch of old and weak women and children, there is nothing to manage, let them go. Right."

A group of Qi people heard the leader say so, their eyes widened with excitement, and then they dared not make a sound. They waited until the soldiers of Beimang had gone away before shouting to the boatman just now: "Come back, this It's okay! I can go!"

Zhang Hui followed them on the boat. After the boat drove away, he saw the leader of the Beimang soldier looking back towards him. That glance made Zhang Hui feel that this person still recognized him.

Zhang Huixin said: "It's broken, it's my carelessness. This person is trying to catch him. He knows that they are not my opponents, so he deliberately let me go back to report to Huanchen. I should kill him on the spot."