Chapter 22 Refugees

"Fang Zhixing, come here."

Suddenly, the thin dog barked.

Fang Zhixing withdrew his gaze from the bones, calmed down his divergent thoughts, turned around and walked into a house.

I saw that the house was in a mess and very messy.

The table was smashed, the bench fell to the ground, ceramic shards were everywhere, white spider webs were everywhere, and there was a musty smell.

The thin dog was standing in the corner, scratching at something with its little paws.

Fang Zhixing came forward and looked down, his eyebrows raised involuntarily.

Next to an earthen pot, under the thick plaster, there was a book.

Fang Zhixing quickly picked it up and shook off the ashes, revealing a black cover with several unknown characters written on it.

Turning it over, pages of white paper were filled with words. The handwriting looked neat and beautiful, well-proportioned, like rolling mountains, with an indescribable sense of beauty.

This unfamiliar writing looks very much like ancient oracle bone inscriptions at first glance. It has the foundation of hieroglyphics and is filled with a mysterious and beautiful atmosphere.

Xigou sent a message: "Books should be high-end goods in this world. There is not one in Funiu Village. I have never seen one. They only use leaves to wipe their buttocks."

Fang Zhixing nodded, convinced, and sighed: "It's a pity that I'm illiterate and uneducated. It's terrible. I've lost the opportunity to get in touch with the upper class..."

Before he finished speaking, his system panel suddenly flashed with brilliance.

[Reading and hyphenation·Full level requirements:

1. Read a dictionary 10 times (unfinished)]

"Wocao, is this okay?!"

Fang Zhixing's eyes suddenly lit up, and his mood was instantly agitated and surging.

"Awesome!"

The little dog clicked his tongue in admiration and was filled with envy. "They say that reading a book a hundred times will make you realize its meaning. Good guy! You don't need to read it a hundred times. Reading it ten times is enough."

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but exclaimed: "If we return to Earth, with this full-level plug-in, we can get first place in the province in the college entrance examination, it will be easy."

"Alas, Earth!"

Xigou couldn't help but think about it. He thought of his first girlfriend, his second girlfriend, his third...

One person and one dog returned to their residence.

Fang Zhixing first got some fodder to feed the donkey, and then made a fire to cook. The bacon was served with rice. It was extremely delicious. He was full and satisfied.

Night falls.

The dead village seemed even more peaceful.

In the first half of the night, Fang Zhixing went to bed first, and in the second half of the night, Xigou went to sleep again.

Although they were cautious and always felt that something unexpected would happen, the result was that the night was uneventful and went extremely smoothly.

At dawn, Fang Zhixing felt a little sleepy, yawned a few times, and went to sleep again.

When he woke up again, it was almost midnight.

After hastily making breakfast and eating it, one person and one dog set off on the road again.

As he walked forward, Zhixing discovered that the mountain road became more and more open, and there were even ruts on the road.

Soon, the two of them climbed over a hill, and suddenly a wide open road appeared in their field of vision, which was large enough for a horse-drawn carriage.

"Someone!"

Fang Zhixing climbed up and looked into the distance, and then he noticed a figure walking on the avenue.

Xigou couldn't see clearly and asked: "Who is it? He can't be a robber, right?"

Fang Zhixing mused: "The figures are all moving towards the south. They are all going their own way. They should not be bandits."

Xigou even said: "They may also be going to the market town, let's follow them."

Fang Zhixing nodded, led the donkey down the mountain, turned a corner, and climbed onto the road.

There were people in front and behind.

Fang Zhixing glanced behind him and saw three men and women in tattered clothes, one man and one woman with a child. They seemed to be a family of three.

They have unkempt hair, sallow complexions, thin skin and bones, and sunken eye sockets.

Even though the beggar had a broken bowl, these three people did not carry any luggage and walked barefoot, not even a pair of straw sandals.

Fang Zhixing turned his head and looked forward.

The few people walking in front of him also had dirty heads and dirty faces, each one more miserable than the last.

"refugee!!"

Fang Zhixing and Xigou looked at each other and immediately understood the situation of these people.

Displaced, with nothing.

The Funiu Mountains are very large, with many villages and villages, and Funiu Village is just one of them.

Now it seems that Funiu Village is not the worst one.

As Fang Zhixing appeared on the avenue, people looked at him from behind and behind him.

One person, one dog, one donkey, and a heavy sack...

This situation is like a beautiful scenery, shining into the hearts of many people.

Some people stared directly at Fang Zhixing, especially after seeing the donkey he was holding in his hand. Their expressions suddenly changed, their eyes revealed a fierce look, their eyeballs rolled around, and their Adam's apple twitched, obviously. Swallow.

"Oh day!"

Seeing this, Xigou was frightened and said, "What should we do? They are very hungry and will definitely come and rob us!"

Fang Zhixing's face was gloomy, and he silently took off the bow and held it in his hand.

Then, the people behind him quickened their pace and came closer. Following Fang Zhixing, the people in front also deliberately slowed down their pace and gradually got closer.

They said nothing and stared closely at Fang Zhixing, almost surrounding him in a circle.

Unknowingly, more and more people surrounded Fang Zhixing, numbering sixty or seventy.

Soon, noon arrived.

Fang Zhixing kept walking and walked faster and faster.

Some refugees gradually lost strength and were unable to keep up with him, and were left behind.

Suddenly, a young man with disheveled hair jumped out suddenly, jumped forward like a frog, and pounced on the thin dog.

"Wangwang!"

The dog was horrified, jumped up on the spot, and bit the other party's outstretched hand.

Almost at the same time, Fang Zhixing drew his sword from its sheath and slashed it diagonally.

Puff!

The blade slashed the young man's stomach, bringing out a stream of blood.

"Ah!!!"

The young man screamed miserably and fell to the ground, with a gap in his stomach.

The dog bit his hand.

At this moment, as if the nature of some beast was activated, the dog bit fiercely and vigorously, shaking and tearing left and right, and the hot blood flowed into the dog's mouth along the gap between its teeth, gurgling, sweet!

"Ah ah!!"

The young man screamed again and again, and the people around him were horrified and terrified, and they all stepped back.

After a while, the young man stopped screaming and lay on the ground without moving.

"Hey, he died so soon?" Fang Zhixing felt a little strange. He looked at the wound on the young man's hand and suddenly found that the wound was purple and black.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the dog, but said nothing and remained calm.

At this moment, the refugees were terrified and did not dare to approach.

"Let's go!"

Fang Zhixing immediately led the donkey and rushed out of the encirclement, striding forward.

The dog licked his tongue, glared at the refugees, and raised his head.