Fengsha Jiangshan

Chapter 387 The Game of Death [3]

Seeing Zhuge Canglan's calm face, the young man had only one pair of eyes on his dirty face, as cold as the snow and ice in winter he had ever seen, so cold, yet so clean, the young man suddenly felt that these eyes seemed to be the eyes he saw here. Cleanest thing ever.

He asked Zhuge Canglan: "Why, aren't you afraid?"

Zhuge Canglan shook his head: "Is there anything to be afraid of?"

In her world, no matter in her previous life or in this life, "death", "killing" and "bloody" are the most common occurrences. The word "death" is very common to her.

A meaningful smile appeared on the boy's face: "Isn't death terrible?"

Zhuge Canglan said somewhat disappointedly: "In fact, there are many things in this world that are more terrible than death."

"What kind of thing?"

She smiled: "You will know when you experience it."

"Tsk...that's quite mysterious."

The young man glanced at the red sun in the sky, the afterglow seemed to be stained red with blood, it was extremely tragic and bright.

"Let's go, if we don't rush back to the camp before sunset, none of us will ever see the sun again."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out a hand towards Zhuge Canglan.

Zhuge Canglan was slightly stunned, the boy's hands were very white, beautiful, slender and strong, and there were thick calluses on the palms and finger pulps, which should be caused by years of martial arts and sword practice.

"Hey, boy, can you sit still, walk back to the camp on two legs, then you will die!"

"Ah?" Zhuge Canglan was surprised, he called her 'boy', does she look so much like a man?
"Ah what, I said why are you so dumbfounded." The young man picked up Zhuge Canglan's skirt and threw her behind him.

"Hold on..."

As soon as the words fell, the riding whip in the young man's hand was firmly drawn on the black horse's buttocks, and the stimulated black horse immediately started to run.

Zhuge Canglan swayed and nearly fell off, she quickly grabbed the boy's clothes, and sat obediently behind him...

The black horse ran very fast, supporting the two people as if they had no weight at all.

On the way back, Zhuge Canglan asked, "What's your name?"

"I...well, I am called Wusheng, what about you?"

"Cang Lan..."

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Sitting on the black horse, Zhuge Canglan didn't see a single person all the way, even if he saw a corpse, bones, but there were no living people, everywhere was extremely desolate, there was no life, only despair, the grayness of death...

Finally, he returned to the camp that Wu Sheng had mentioned, which was similar to what Zhuge Canglan had imagined, it was a military camp, and the tents lined up like yurts on the grassland.

As soon as Wusheng Dama returned to the barracks, someone shouted: "The general is back, the general is back..."

After seeing Zhuge Canglan behind Wusheng, someone shouted again: "The general has brought someone back..."

After getting off the horse, Wusheng casually threw the whip and was caught by a soldier.

"Go, get this kid some water to wash him, and get him some clean clothes. It stinks to death. I almost fainted General Ben."

The corner of Zhuge Canglan's mouth twitched, and before he could say anything, he was dragged into the tent by a soldier.

The little soldier moved quickly, and the bath water was ready in a short while.

After driving the person out, Zhuge Canglan looked down at his own reflection in the tub, and only then did he understand why Wusheng called her a kid.

Her face was dirty, and she didn't know when she got a lot of mud, so she couldn't tell what she looked like at all.

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(Eight)

(End of this chapter)