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The road to the north has no end.

Han Li, Lin Qiu, and Wang Hu, one in front and two in back, have been walking for a whole month on this land soaked by war and death.

In a month, they passed through countless destroyed villages, crossed countless dry rivers, and climbed over countless barren mountains with no grass growing on them.The sky is always that turbid lead-grey color. Occasionally, a cold wind blows through, picking up the dust and dead bones on the ground and making a whining sound like a ghost crying.

The rag bag on Lin Qiu's back became their only "luggage".

In the cloth bag, there was the withered tree made of golden gravel.It no longer glowed, no longer moved, like a real, dead branch.Only when you put your hand on the bag can you vaguely feel that there is an extremely weak, almost imperceptible warmth inside.

That was the last warmth left by Senior Brother Chen Mo to them.

Han Li walked at the front. Although his body had regained consciousness, his strength was not as good as before.He is no longer as aloof as before, nor is he prone to beating or scolding.He became taciturn, like a cold stone, just walking mechanically, identifying directions, and avoiding areas that seemed more dangerous.

He used the golden stone taken out of Xuan's heart to exchange things three times.

The first time was when a rusty iron sword was replaced on the corpse of a monk who had been looted by the roadside.

The second time, on the outskirts of a black market, I changed into a pair of fairly sturdy cowhide boots.

The third time, in an abandoned inn, I exchanged two pieces of dry cake from an old man who was also on the run.

He is very stingy, very harsh, and counts every broken stone clearly.Lin Qiu and Wang Hu saw it but said nothing.They knew that Han Li was using this method to pay for his sins.

Wang Hu became very irritable.

Having lost his cultivation and physical strength, he was like a tiger with its claws removed. He had no brute strength, but could not even deal with a hungry wolf.He cursed all day long, either at heaven or earth, at that damned Holy Son of the Jin Tribe, and at this damned world.

But whenever night falls, he will always quietly move to Lin Qiu's side, with his back to her, guarding the rag bag until dawn.

Lin Qiu is the quietest one in the entire team.

She no longer cried or fussed.She just followed silently, silently taking care of Han Li and Wang Hu, silently carrying the rag bag.

She would collect clean rainwater and give it to Han Li and Wang Hu to drink.

She would find some edible wild vegetables, exchange the golden stone for the iron sword, dig it out carefully, wash it, and cook it for the two of them.

She would break it into a piece of dry and hard cake, keep the smallest piece for herself, and give the larger piece to Han Li and Wang Hu.

She spent all her time and energy taking care of others.

Because she didn't dare to stop.

As soon as she stopped, she would think of Senior Brother Chen Mo, the golden corpse, the dead tree, and the pile of gravel.

She was afraid that if she stopped, she would collapse.

This day, evening.

They finally saw the crowds.

It is not a majestic fairy gate like Qingyun Sect, nor is it a prosperous market.

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