Chapter 790 The Natural Thing

In the end, the investigation in the book "Flowers Bloom" came to nothing, and a week later, its sequel was successfully published. However, the descriptions in this version were much more restrained, and there were even blank spaces in some places.

But what Shopkeeper Zhang didn’t expect was that these blank spaces did not reduce the book’s appeal, but instead further boosted its popularity. Everyone is actively discussing what happened to the blank paragraphs. At the same time, a theory is gradually spreading that there are two versions of this book. The other unabridged version not only has no blank spaces, but also has a deeper hidden plot. That is the true complete version of this book.

This popularity soon attracted the attention of businessmen.

Afterwards, the book "Flowers Bloom" was loaded onto a carriage or cargo ship and spread to places outside Jinxia City.

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"Well……"

Along with a twinge of pain, Gong Shufeng groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

All I saw was a hazy vision, as if covered with a layer of gauze, making it almost difficult to see.

No matter what, it seems that I am still alive...

He licked his lips and realized that his mouth was extremely dry and his throat was on fire.

"water……"

Gong Shufeng murmured subconsciously, but he quickly realized that he was no longer the disciple of Gong Shufeng, and this was not Xu Guogong Shu's mansion. There could not be servants around him to take care of him all the time.

"Want some water? There's some here." Someone suddenly responded.

Then a reed rod was inserted into his mouth.

Gong Shufeng took two deep breaths, and a stream of bitter water suddenly poured into his throat. It was not very sweet, and his tongue could still taste the graininess of the earth, but this was the most mouth-lubricating drink he had ever drunk. water.

"Cough cough cough -" The sediment made him cough after drinking deeply, as if his throat had not been used for a long time.

A terrible thought suddenly came into Gong Shufeng's mind.

"How many days have I… cough… passed out?"

"About three days?" The other party asked uncertainly, "Maybe four days."

Four days. Gong Shufeng's heart sank to the bottom. He had already wasted three days on the road, but here it was another four days, a quarter of a month. What's more, he hasn't left Liuzhou yet, and his arrival at Jinxia will be at least half a month later than planned.

No... maybe when the refugees were attacked and the Liuzhou government raised the butcher's knife indiscriminately, this plan was already ruined.

So what if he is rescued?

It is impossible for this group of people to have nothing to gain and risk their lives to fight against the heavily armed villagers. In addition, if the opponent is a rebel, it is common for them to recruit outsiders to supplement their troops or privately plunder property.

Compared with whether he can reach Jinxia smoothly, he has things to worry about now. "With me... there is also a young man named Wei Jin. I wonder if you..."

"Are you talking about your brother?" The voice seemed to be comforting him, "Don't worry, he is not injured. He should be following the reconnaissance team now. You can see him in the evening."

Gongshu Jin has been in workshops and agency rooms since he was a child. He knows nothing about weapons, let alone fighting with others. How could he be willing to associate with these people? I'm afraid it's because my life is in danger and it all depends on the other party's decision, so I have to do such risky things.

It's a pity that now they are like fish and each other is Daozu, so even if they are dissatisfied, they can only endure it.

At least Gong Shujin sounded fine, which was the only good thing among a lot of bad news.

After a while, Gong Shufeng felt that his vision gradually recovered a little, the "gauze" was receding, and the surrounding scenes came into his eyes bit by bit. Obviously, this place is not an ordinary house or inn. The ceiling above the head is uneven, just like a natural rock. The lighting comes from hanging oil lamps. The dim light can only barely reflect the outline of the surrounding stone walls.

He's not alone here either.

If he listened carefully, he could hear the weak breathing one after another, and the occasional short moan. Gong Shufeng turned his head, and from the corner of his eye, he saw several wooden beds beside him, with "injured patients" similar to his lying on the beds.

Yes, such an armed conflict cannot be without casualties. Even if the rebels are numerous, their flesh and blood cannot withstand sharp blades and crossbows.

"Where...is this?" Gong Shufeng asked tentatively, while looking at the speaker at the end of the bed.

"Cricket Cave."

The person taking care of him was a woman in her forties. Her voice had a strong local accent. Judging from her hazy appearance, she did not look like a descendant of a medical practitioner. Her stubby fingers were covered with black spots. Her brown cheeks are a characteristic of long-term farming, and her head and face are also wrapped in strange white cloth. She is more like an ordinary farm woman than a doctor.

Cricket Cave...

Gongshu Feng thought about it carefully and couldn't find any corresponding place on the map.

Damn it, this must be a common name. Maybe only the locals call it that. It is undoubtedly a fool's errand to use it to determine one's position.

"Are there any towns or villages nearby...?"

The other person shook his head.

"How far is it from Shenzhou?"

"I don't know." The woman spread her hands and said, "I rarely leave this place since I came here."

Gong Shufeng sighed softly, and his limbs slumped down - he had tried his best, and all that was left was to resign himself to fate.

"But..." the woman suddenly said, "Shenzhou should be a good place... It would be great if I could live there."

There was a hint of hope in her tone.

This made Gong Shufeng stunned.

The Privy Council was completely unable to attack Shenzhou, so the Shen-Liu border was not blocked in theory. Since she thought Shenzhou was a good place, why didn't she go there?

No... a more critical thing is...

Why did she rebel?

Gongshu Feng asked this question softly, almost blurting it out.

The woman looked down at him, then asked, "Do you... value your brother?"

Was she referring to Gongshu Jin? Gongshu Feng thought about it and nodded slowly - although the two were not related by blood, they were sent to the Zong family since childhood, eating, living and studying together, and their personalities complemented each other, so it can be said that they were not much different from brothers. "Of course I value him."

"What if one day... someone pierces his throat in public, hangs him under the roof like an animal, and then hacks him to pieces with a knife, and you are not allowed to collect his body?" The other party whispered.

"I-" Gongshu Feng was stunned for a moment. He had never considered such a question at all, let alone imagined such a scene. As a disciple of Gongshu, even if his skills were poor, he would not end up with his body exposed on the street.

"My child died in the hands of the Privy Council." The woman looked at Gongshu Feng again. This time, there seemed to be an emotion surging in her eyes. Although it had been suppressed, Gongshu Feng had the illusion that once it was released, it would sweep the earth like a flood. "So I can't just walk away. I think someone has to pay for this. I hope... to see those people die."

"You said... blood debts must be paid with blood. How can it be called rebellion?" She said word by word, "Shouldn't this be a matter of course?"