If he didn't know how to teach Fu Xiaowa, he would be shot to death. That day, he probably died more than a dozen times.

After making Manager Hu angry to death, Fu Xiaowa finally successfully left the library with a little results.

Fu Xiaowa goes up the mountain all year round, has some knowledge of some herbs and knows a scattered earthwork. There may be some herbs around Qingnian Town, but it is indeed very difficult for the snow-covered season.

It was already dark, and Fu Xiaowa ran outside the town under the wind and snow. The winter night was extremely cruel, dark and terrible. The surroundings were quiet and deserted, making people feel sad.

With the faint light of the torch, Fu Xiaowa set his bare hands to groping in the snow to explore the various grasses on the ground, and the extreme cold came from the thick snow to the heart. The snow was very thick, and he had to dig open the surface of the snow to find the roots of the herbs under the snow, and put them in his mouth for biting them, and all kinds of bitter tastes filled with it.

Fu Xiaowa trembled and searched on the mountains outside the town for a long time. With his rich experience, he really found some herbs for curing diseases. The homemade pine oil torch was about to be burned, and Fu Xiaowa exhaled a breath, stuffed the herbs into his arms, and prepared to go back.

The night was still dark, the sky was not even a little star color, and it was cold, and even the crow was too lazy to come out to wail. In the entire quiet deserted ridge, only the sound of Fu Xiaofrog stepping on the snow.

Suddenly, a slight movement in the darkness ahead made Fu Xiaowa's mental break. Yes, there was indeed some noise.

Fu Xiaowa kept clenching the fire grip in his hand. Although it was not a sword and could not bring him much protection, he still sought a sense of security from this tiny movement.

A black wriggling in the darkness might be a beast on the mountain. Fu Xiaowa looked at the black object with trembling courage. At this time, a groan came from the object. It was a human, and a wounded person.

It was a human, and Xiaofrog's panic naturally dissipated. Fu Xiaofrog struggled to cross the snow above his knees. He had not had time to think about why there were injured people in this dark barren mountain. At this time, only one thought of saving people appeared.

Before coming to that person, Fu Xiaowa saw clearly through the glimmer of the torch. This was an old man, seriously injured, and the snow on the ground had been dyed red. With such a serious injury, Fu Xiaowa was also helpless and was thinking about what to do.

Suddenly, a pair of green eyes were the eyes that the old man opened, like a terrifying ghost in hell. The old man grabbed Fu Xiaowa's neck like a flash of lightning. Fu Xiaowa was unable to breathe at all. He could not see such a dying person would have such force. He held Fu Xiaowa off the ground with one hand, and Fu Xiaowa kept rubbing his feet around, not knowing whether it was because of difficulty breathing or wanted to break free.

"It's not that easy to want my Heisha's life!!" The old man disheveled his hair and looked ferocious.

In fact, the little frog forgot that sometimes humans are more terrifying than wild animals.

Fu Xiaowa's struggle was getting weaker and weaker. As he saw that he was about to lose his breath, Heisha let go. Fu Xiaowa fell to the ground, gasping and coughing loudly.

Heisha covered his chest with a cold voice and asked, "Why did they send you here? Tell me quickly, otherwise I will let you know the feeling of life being worse than death!"

"I, I'm just a servant, please spare my life, I'm just picking herbs on this mountain, really, really!" Fu Xiaowa knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding onions.

At this time, Heisha recovered a little bit of his mind and found that he was a child, not a person who was chasing him. However, there was nothing wrong with this. If the pursuer found this child, he would know that he had been here. Although the probability was very small, he would not let any chance exist. Moreover, this child was just a grass for him who was killing people, and even worse than grass.

Heisha took out a dagger from his arms, and his voice was deep: "Child, I can blame you for being born at the wrong time. When you arrive in the underworld, find a good family in the next life and vote!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm just a servant!" Fu Xiaowa was so scared that she was scattered.

"Go with peace of mind!" Heisha raised his dagger.

Fu Xiaowa turned around and ran away in a hurry, but how could he escape Heisha's martial arts? He was caught on the back of his neck in two strokes and was picked up like a kitten. The dagger still quenched blue light in the darkness and slowly placed it on Fu Xiaowa's neck. He had done countless actions like this, and with a light touch, the matter was over...

Puff!

The blood attacked the heart and a mouthful of blood came out of Heisha's mouth, making him unable to perform this action. Slowly, slowly fell down, and Fu Xiaowa slowly collapsed on the ground.

At this time, Fu Xiaowa was already out of control and his hands were trembling. He returned a trace of his mind and quickly retreated to his body that was already far away from that black one.

His breathing was terrible quiet in the woods on this dark winter night, with only the sound of his heart beating violently. After a long time, he suppressed the panic in his heart and carefully checked the body. The black evil fell motionlessly on the snow. The little frog found the dagger on the ground, held it tightly in his hand, and his hands kept trembling, hoping that the dagger would give him a sense of security. In fact, if the black evil was not injured, the dagger could only be a decoration.

At this moment, Fu Xiaowa was holding the dagger, and the Heisha was motionless. Just like this dagger, just put it on his neck, just as he thought, you could end everything.

But Xiaofrog never killed anyone, and he would never kill anyone. He stood up with trembling courage, his eyes never left Heisha's body for a moment, for fear that Heisha would bounce up again and kill him.

He was about to leave now and quickly leave this dangerous place. Humans were indeed more terrifying than wild beasts. Fu Xiaowa retreated, not daring to turn his head, staring at Heisha with his eyes, holding the dagger in both hands, trembling constantly. He turned around and ran away suddenly, running with a lifeless force, how many times will a person have such a chance to escape from death in his life, not many, really, maybe hundreds of people have died in front of him.

He ran for life. In the darkness, the trees on the winter night were as gloomy as ghosts. His feet were broken, he was still running, his hands also drew snow, he was still running.

Until he ran around, he still returned to Heisha. He did not know the way, but ran back.

Fu Xiaowa gasped heavily and touched Heisha with his toes with trembling vigilance. Without any movement, he magnified a little bit of courage and snooped his hand in front of Heisha's nose, and was still breathing.

The surroundings were dark and extremely cold. If this person was left here for one night, he would not have used a dagger at all, and he would have been completely impossible to survive.

Fu Xiaowa pretended to be brave, and used his thin body to carry the black evil on his back, shaking his way through the snow above his knees. It was pitch black all around him. He fell many times, and his knees and hands were covered with wounds.

Finally, he found a cave. It was not easy to find a cave on a mountain like this. Fu Xiaowa dragged Heisha into the cave, found some branches, trunks and leaves to lay them on it.

He found some herbs in his arms, including many medicines to stop bleeding. He mashed them with stones and applied them to the black evil wounds.

Before leaving, he used the branches to hide the hole well, and then left in the dark.``````

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