Chapter 197 Devil Wandering

Jiang Xuening asked, "Do you want to move forward?"

It's hard to say if they're lucky enough to take a chance with the heavens and dare to walk out before the heavy snow seals the mountain, or maybe the snow doesn't fall heavily and stops soon, which doesn't affect their itinerary.

Ke Xie Wei shook his head.

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After looking ahead for a long time, he didn't answer, only turned around and walked back down the ridge.

Jiang Xuening stood high and gazed at his back, like a solitary crane in the vast mountains and wilderness.

It's really too risky to travel against the upcoming wind and snow.

It's not safe to find a place to rest temporarily.

If the wind and snow are too strong and it rains for a long time, the two of them will be trapped in the city of sorrow, and they will have to consider whether there is a possibility of freezing and starving.

——Both can happen, why did Xie Wei choose the latter?

She remembered that Xie Wei didn't like snow.

Is that all?

After frowning lightly and standing for a moment, Jiang Xuening finally suppressed her doubts and followed him back the same way.

At this point, dark clouds have spread over.

The light in the mountains and fields was already not bright, and was gradually filled with a oppressive and uneasy atmosphere when obscured by the drifting haze.

The leaves remain motionless.

Insects and ants, like fleeing, hurriedly crawl on the surface of decayed leaves in the soil.

They spent a considerable amount of time before finding a cave at the foot of the mountain not far behind. There are traces of water erosion on the mountain rocks, and a few stones have fallen at the entrance of the cave. After being blown by the wind for a long time, they melt at the touch of the outside.

It's only two zhang deep and one zhang wide inside.

It's only about ten feet tall, and some places are relatively low and require bowing one's head to pass through, which is quite rugged.

When Jiang Xuening was cleaning up the scattered stones and gray soil in this cave, she found a few tufts of gray black fine hair, like those left by wild rabbits. She estimated that in the past, some small animals also came in to shelter from the rain during heavy storms.

They have taken up some of their space.

But it's also good.

When she went outside to find many late autumn withered grasses to spread on the ground, she thought that if they came later, they would fall into her and Xie Wei's belly, and she wouldn't have to find anything to eat on her own.

The snow may stop after a while, or it may not stop for a long time. In either case, they are afraid of cold and hungry.

So after finishing the cave, Jiang Xuening collected branches and dry firewood everywhere.

And Xie Wei carried his bow and arrow towards the deep mountains and dense forests.

It wasn't until it was dark that Jiang Xuening saw him walking out of the opposite mountain valley from a distance.

Holding a plucked pheasant, a peeled hare, and on the other side, a not particularly large deer, all worn on a bamboo pole.

His face was heavy and cold, and even his robe was stained with a lot of blood.

Jiang Xuening's eyelids couldn't help but jump: these days, thanks to Xie Wei's good archery skills, he can hunt some wild animals in the mountains to eat. But he was originally a person who loved cleanliness, and he knew she didn't see much blood, so after hunting wild animals, he usually dealt with them on the spot, neither letting her see them nor getting any blood on his body.

And right now

She vaguely sensed something was wrong and was deeply shocked.

Xie Wei had no extra reaction to the blood stains on his body. He casually inserted his bamboo pole, dressed in wild animals, into the crevice of the rock and then went out again. He broke off a few clusters of leafy branches and piled them up at the entrance of the cave, as if it were a half wall that was not particularly thick, blocking the wind and snow that came in from outside.

Then sit down and start a fire.

Throughout the process, not a single word was spoken.

Jiang Xuening suddenly felt an unparalleled suppression.

Not from the upcoming wind and snow.

Just from the person in front of me.

She remained silent and sat down in a relatively clean place across from him, hugging her knees and silently examining him.

Night has quietly descended.

The wind howls incessantly outside.

The light inside the cave became incredibly dim.

Xie Wei's face was also blurry.

But the knocking flint began to flash.

His calm and cold outline flickered one by one, illuminated by a sudden flash for a moment, and then plunged into the darkness after the flash had extinguished, as if trapped in an endless tug. Until the spark landed on the dry grass, the orange red flames slowly burned up, and the darkness around him was gradually dispelled, illuminating his entire face, leaving only the shaky shadows on the rugged mountain walls behind him.

For some reason, at the moment when the fire finally rose up, Jiang Xuening quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Wei looked at her.

She avoided the direct gaze and instead looked out of the cave, then softly exclaimed, "It's snowing!"

Finally, it's snowing again.

The gloomy sky at night was like a dark curtain, torn by the claws of the wind, leaving a huge opening. Thousands of snowflakes fell, and the wind drifted like goose feathers.

Some even landed on the branches piled up at the entrance of the cave.

Judging from this posture, I'm afraid it won't take an hour to cover the mountains with silver and white.

Jiang Xuening looked for a while, feeling really heavy in her heart, but she smiled casually and said, "It seems we're stuck here and can't get out for the time being."

She thought it was time for Xie Wei to turn around and look at the snow.

However, as she turned her head, Xie Wei's gaze still fell on her, deep and silent, like a piece of snow blown into a hole by the wind outside.

He didn't even glance outside, but only lowered his gaze and added firewood to the fire as he watched the forced smile on Jiang Xuening's lips gradually stiffen.

Xie Wei's fingers playing the piano look very beautiful.

Breaking a few branches seemed effortless, and then throwing them into the fire. Leaves that were not dry enough were licked by flames, curled up, and made a small crackling sound.

The cave suddenly became extremely quiet.

Jiang Xuening sat opposite him, guarding the fire, and no one spoke to break the silence.

Jumping flames, burning deep in the pupils.

At this moment, there was an ordinary pulse.

In this secluded place, any language loses its meaning. She and Xie Wei seemed to have a tacit understanding, with neither much to talk about nor anything to want to talk about.

Occasionally, she also adds a few sticks to the fire.

But my thoughts seemed to fly away, and all the bright and painful memories, both far and near, flooded in.

Jiang Xuening buried her face in her arms and looked at the burning flames, feeling the fatigue of her previous busyness surging up, gradually giving rise to a sense of drowsiness.

I don't know when I closed my eyes.

In a daze of consciousness, I seemed to hear someone suppressing a cough.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on the previously laid soft grass pile, with a blood stained Taoist robe draped over my shoulders. Xie Wei, with a missing coat on his body, still sat facing the fire, holding half a slender branch between his fingers, staring motionless at the fire.

Jiang Xuening thought that she was probably too kind.

Otherwise, how would you feel a slight sourness at the tip of your nose?

Opening her mouth, she wanted to say something, but looking at Xie Wei's profile illuminated by the flames, she didn't say anything at all. She just got up, folded the robe, and returned it to him, saying, "Thank you. Aren't you going to sleep for a while?"

Xie Wei then turned to look at her and took on his robe, but did not put it back on.

My fingertips touched a slight warmth on the soft fabric.

At that moment, he really wanted to ask: Jiang Xuening, do you believe that there are demons wandering in the world? In the deserted city, in the empty and snowy night.

——He dare not sleep.