Chapter 175: Speak

Chapter 175: Speak

"Clippity-clop, clippity-clop," the horseshoes struck the ground continuously, emitting a rhythmic, crisp sound of hooves.

The wheels of the carriage behind slowly crushed over the hoofprints, followed by Gao Zhijian's broad footprints.

The group followed the carriage, continuing forward along the small path.

Everyone seemed burdened by troubled thoughts, and occasionally someone would steal a glance at Li Huowang leading the way.

In their eyes, Li Huowang was clearly dead; even without attracting flies, repeated checks confirmed he was thoroughly deceased.

Yet he had suddenly come back to life just like that; all of this was simply too bizarre.

Of course, the strangeness did not end there; it also included his body suddenly moving from the grave mound to the outside, rambling a few words about the world going mad, before suddenly fainting again.

All of this happened too quickly, too fast for them to process.

Had it not been that Senior Brother Li still looked like his familiar old self, they almost would have thought something else had possessed Senior Brother Li.

The only thing that comforted them was that after waking up again, Senior Brother Li sat there dazed for a while, then returned to his original old self.

When they asked what exactly had happened, the only answer they received was that everything was in the past.

He said it was past, so it was past; no one dared ask again, as long as the person was alive, that was enough.

"Rest now, eat dinner." Li Huowang's words brought the carriage wheels to a halt.

Some went to fetch water, some to gather firewood, some to pick wild vegetables; after so many days, their coordination was quite tacit.

But Li Huowang did nothing; he sat there borrowing the remaining sunset light and opened the translation of the "Fire Robe True Sutra."

The characters written by Ying Zi gradually appeared before Li Huowang's eyes; with Danyangzi's death, Li Huowang's lost cognition gradually returned, he was no longer illiterate, and what was written there could now be seen clearly.

This also indirectly explained that Danyangzi was truly dead, and not disguised like before.

The "Fire Robe True Sutra" used characters by Ying Zi to mark sounds; through the translation, Li Huowang gradually mastered the usage of this strange book wrapped in wax.

However, this thing was not easy to learn; it said that when casting spells, one must harbor compassion in the heart.

Casting spells actually required mobilizing emotions; this was something Li Huowang had not expected.

As Li Huowang chanted vague incantations, the white wax on the book began to gradually melt, and began to strive to form clumps.

However, Li Huowang had not practiced for long before he was interrupted.

"Senior Brother Li, hehe~ Senior Brother Li? Busy?" Gou Wa, clamping several dry firewood sticks under his armpit, leaned over with a grin.

He looked left and right; seeing that Bai Lingmiao, who went to pick wild vegetables, had not yet returned, he leaned over and deliberately lowered his voice to ask: "Senior Brother Li, to show filial piety to you, earlier while Junior Sister Bai wasn't around, I burned two paper effigies for you at your grave, females!!"

"Hmm?"

Seeing Li Huowang's brows furrow, Gou Wa looked around shifty-eyed, then leaned over again to ask: "Senior Brother Li, those two women, did you receive them over there earlier?"

Gou Wa's words left Li Huowang truly somewhat speechless. "I simply didn't die."

"I know you are alive, but weren't you dead before? I figured if you received them, then I should burn a few more women to wait for myself."

"I simply didn't die before, what received or not received."

"But back then you clearly had no breath left; we specifically waited three days before burying you. How come, weren't you hooked by Ox-Head and Horse-Face to report to the Underworld? By the way, what does the Underworld look like?"

Li Huowang looked at him with impatience, thinking how to end this nutritionless nonsense as soon as possible. "I received them."

"Aiya! This is too great!" Gou Wa's face instantly showed uncontrollable joy; he clapped his hands, so happy he was about to jump, and inadvertently began calculating something in his mind.

"Received what?" The female voice coming from behind startled Gou Wa.

He turned his head, seeing Bai Lingmiao and Chun Xiaoman returning from picking wild vegetables, and quickly laughed it off. "Nothing, nothing, I was just chatting nonsense with Senior Brother Li."

Tonight's dinner was dough drops; this kind of food was simple to make and convenient to eat.

Just add cold water to flour, knead into a half-wet half-dry dough, then put into the palm, and squeeze from the tiger's mouth into the pot.

Seeing the dough drops float slightly, Bai Lingmiao picked up a lard can, scooped a large spoonful into the black iron pot, and finally put in those emerald green wild vegetables that cooked easiest.

Not long after, the white dough drops and green wild vegetables tumbled constantly in the water.

Seeing this scene, and smelling the drifting aroma, everyone couldn't help but swallow saliva. After a long journey, everyone needed to replenish strength.

"Hey, I never thought I, Cao Cao, would have days where I eat white flour every day; where does one find reason for this." Gou Wa said proudly, tapping his chopsticks.

The first steaming hot bowl scooped from the pot naturally belonged to Li Huowang.

Bai Lingmiao carried it before Li Huowang; seeing him reach out both hands to take it and eat hastily, her face instantly overflowed with a joyful smile.

Her own Senior Brother Li truly hadn't lied to her; that severed hand truly grew back.

"Looking at me for what? Aren't you eating?"

Bai Lingmiao nodded, similarly served herself a bowl, obediently squatted beside Li Huowang, and began to eat.

There weren't many people in this group originally, but with Gao Zhijian and Bai Lingmiao, these two big eaters, a large pot of dough drops was stubbornly eaten until not even a drop of soup remained.

When the pots, bowls, and chopsticks were washed, the sky gradually darkened; there was nothing else to do late at night, so they hastily built a bonfire and began to sleep.

Tonight it was Gao Zhijian's turn to keep watch, plus there was Mantou with keen smell, so Li Huowang had nothing to worry about; after washing up by the river, he lay down in the carriage and rested early.

Not long after closing his eyes, Li Huowang felt a soft body drill in from a corner of the quilt.

Li Huowang, with eyes closed, grabbed her and gently hugged her into his embrace.

Not long after, Li Huowang felt the other party's hands hugging him, and holding tighter and tighter, almost wanting to bury their body into his own. Not long after, Li Huowang felt his chest become somewhat wet, and there came a sobbing sound that invited pity.

"Why cry." Li Huowang slowly stroked down along the beautiful hair on Bai Lingmiao's back.

"My mother always taught me in the past, saying a good wife must be diligent, know how to manage a household, be generous, know how to speak, and also said not to meddle in men's affairs."

"But do you know? I am truly afraid... afraid that one day you will suddenly disappear like that day again, and never wake up..."

Inside the carriage fell silent; Li Huowang could feel the other party's sincere affection for him.

Bai Lingmiao's voice carried a trace of tearfulness.

"Senior Brother Li, why do you always carry everything on your own? Why not tell me? Am I truly nothing in your heart?"

"Because I did not want you to be hurt, but since everything is in the past, I will tell you everything."

Li Huowang lowered his head and kissed Bai Lingmiao's beautiful hair, sighed gently, and began to explain the ins and outs of the matter to Bai Lingmiao one by one.

He told her the ins and outs of the matter thoroughly, chattering on and on, all the way from Qingfeng Temple to the final Yak Door.

But he suddenly stalled.

"What happened later? What happened later? Did Danyangzi die or not? How did you come back?" Hearing the critical moment, Bai Lingmiao's heart involuntarily hung up.

Li Huowang's expression became struggling; throbbing blue veins appeared on his forehead, and he involuntarily began to hold his head.

"Those... those... things!! I... I don't know how to describe them! I cannot describe them with language!!"