Chapter 2: Through the seizure (2)

The pain all over the body was like a cracked bone, letting her know clearly what it's like to be alive.
The clothes covering her body and everything around her are telling her that this is not the world she is familiar with. Perhaps this is the underworld? Or maybe it's another unknown world?
"Ah!"
A wanton and arrogant smile rose from the corner of her mouth, the corners of her grinning lips faintly revealed the neat teeth inside.
Pushing hard with both hands, with this force, she jumped up from the ground, ignoring the sound of bones all over the body and the pain of knotting in the meridians. Stride forward.
She walked out of the corpse mountain that covered him, but still stood in a sea of ​​corpses.
With her tall and firm back, she could not see the pain she was suffering at the moment. It seemed that even if the sky fell, she couldn't bend her spine.
"Whether it is the Yin Cao Jifu or the world of gods and demons? Since I am here...if I am a Buddha, there is no demonic in the world. If I am a demon, then...what is the Buddha?
I control my own life! "
Accompanied by this brazen rhetoric, the weakly beating heart hidden in his chest began to beat violently, and the strong heartbeat sounded a kind of unyielding and stubbornness, resounding in his ears like thunder.
Taking a deep breath, the cold air soaked into the lungs, bringing a kind of burning and stinging pleasure.
She turned around, her clear eyes again reflected the corpse mountain that held her down.
She is not brain-dead, nor ignorant. On the contrary, she was experienced, and at a glance, she could see the cause of death of soldiers in uniform.
They died to protect her.
In order to keep her, these soldiers were filled with sharp arrows. From their fingers clasped together, they leaped towards the center without exception. He could see their despair, anger, unwillingness and the kind of mission. , And willing to give up the will of life.
They have the same things as her in the previous life.
It is a pity that they gave their lives and used hundreds of corpses to forge a strong and safe fortress, but in the end they failed to protect the people who wanted to protect, and instead made her cheaper.
From the belt made of leather around the waist, he found a fire fold.
This thing is the original lighter. Although she hadn't used it before, it didn't prevent her from pulling out the lid chicly, letting the air contact with the phosphor powder and igniting sparks.
The flame rose, jumping excitedly on the fire-folder.
She didn't even look at it, and threw her hand up.
Huozhezi drew a semicircle in the air, and finally landed on the corpse mountain.
rub--!
The fire blazed into the sky, and the orange fire shrouded him.
"Since I have taken away the body of the person you want to protect, I won't let you go into the wilderness. This fire will send you a ride, and I wish you rest in peace."
The voice was silent, but the voice was surprisingly cold, as if it was covered with a layer of frost, but it was too lazy to be taken lightly.
The fire spread on the wasteland.
She has turned and left without reluctance. The only one to see her off was the blazing light behind her.
The deceased is dead, and she wants to live!
Ta Ta-Ta Ta-
The horseshoe approached, as if it would appear in front of her in an instant.
The clear and cold eyes condensed slightly, and she stopped leaving. Lifting his eyes and looking far, in the blur, only a dozen fast horses came towards her.
'So fast! ’
The eyes shrank, those horses, as if walking on the wind, the speed surpassed her horse's cognition of biological speed.
"Brother, there is a living!"
The horseshoe approached, and the sound of conversation came into her ears with the wind.
"It doesn't matter if he is alive or dead, what Lao Tzu made was war money, and everything on this sunset wasteland belongs to me now!" Jie's arrogant voice was mixed with arrogant laughter.
I knew it in my heart.
There is such a group of people who always like to kill people and take advantage of them.
"Brother, what about the one who is alive?" the subordinate asked again.
"Alive?" came a cruel and indifferent voice: "If you look good, you will take it home and find someone to sell it. If you look ugly, you will kill it on the spot, so much nonsense!"
sold? killed?
His eyes narrowed slightly, his cold and sharp eyes flickering. A wistful smile appeared on the corners of her chapped mouth.