"Don't let me do whatever you want," Haosheng said anxiously, "I have to be on my way and can't take care of it."

Sanyunzi turned around with Sanmuzi on his back, "Little brother, just worry about it. I can't take care of it now, so how can I take care of it."

What Sanyunzi said was indeed the truth, and he waved helplessly, "Okay, let's go. Slow down on the road."

Hearing the words, Sanyunzi felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He thanked him and hurried away with Sanmuzi on his back.

He hadn't finished the half of the stewed chicken yet. After Sanyunzi left, he went back to the campfire and continued to eat. He hadn't had meat in his mouth for a long time, so he gnawed the half of the stewed chicken clean.

He had lost a lot of blood before and was exhausted from the tossing in the first half of the night. At this time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and lay down on the shabby mat next to the fire and fell asleep.

He was woken up by being pushed. He pushed it casually in a daze, and it felt slippery and furry. He was very familiar with this feeling. When he was in the village, Lao Huang often woke him up.

Infinite joy arose between half asleep and half awake. Could it be that Old Huang is still alive?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly turned over and sat up, but what caught his eye was not Old Huang's flat head, but a long, dark face.

The foal was startled, and the foal was also startled by the sudden sitting up, but it did not retreat and dodge, it just retracted its head and stared at him.

After coming back to his senses, he remembered what happened last night. He felt very disappointed and worried about how to place the colt. After sighing, he lay down again.

When he was lying down, the colt came to hump him again.

He raised his hand and pushed again, but the foal didn't move back. After several times, he finally got tired and sat up helplessly, "What's the use of humping me? I don't have any milk."

Naturally, the foal couldn't speak. It just stared at him, but it wasn't actually a glare, because the horse's eyes were naturally big.

Only then did I realize that there was something wrong with the foal's eyes. To be precise, there was something wrong with his eyes. One was wide open and the other was half open, as if he was looking at someone.

"It's useless for you to look at me, I don't have milk for you." He sighed.

He was exhausted both physically and mentally at this time. If it weren't for the little pony, he would definitely sleep for a while longer. But this little pony is very pitiful. It hasn't received a morsel of milk since it was born. It can't be allowed to be so hungry all the time.

I have to go out to find milk for it.

He stood up, patted the dust on his body, then looked around again to make sure nothing was left behind, and then yawned and stepped out.

When he left, the foal followed. It was already early morning and the sun was in the sky. I saw that the foal was not afraid of the sun. I was relieved. I heard that people who have been bitten by zombies are afraid of the sun. The fact that the foal is not afraid of the sun means that there is no fear of the sun.

Affected by corpse poison.

The first thing I saw after going out was the collapsed courtyard wall on the west side. It rained last night, and Sanyunzi was tired from running back and forth, so he buried the dead ones.

The mare was often perfunctory, the stones were not piled high enough, and the stones were not buried well enough.

He looked at the little pony following behind him, and felt compassion in his heart again, "Let's go, bury your mother properly first."

When I walked out of the yard, I suddenly noticed something in the grass not far away. I walked over and saw that it was a baggage.

This baggage is very familiar to him. Last night Sanyunzi and Mimuzi carried this kind of white cloth baggage. The baggage of ordinary people is just randomly torn cloth, but the baggage of Longhu Mountain is made of fine silk cloth with all sides.

There is moire embroidery, and there is a Tai Chi pattern in the middle of the baggage, which is easy to identify.

The baggage was already wet. When I unwrapped it, I found that there was a change of clothes and a pair of shoes, as well as writing brushes and ink for drawing talismans, and half a bag of glutinous rice. In addition, there were a lot of papyrus for Chugong.

The Taoist priest's seal and money were carried with him and were not in the bag. Last night, Sanyunzi opened the bag and took out the glutinous rice and talisman pen. The cinnabar on the talisman pen in this bag was not dry, indicating that Sanyunzi dropped the baggage.

fallen.

Unpack the bag and place it in a sunny place to dry, then walk to the courtyard where the mare died and start moving stones to bury the mare properly.

I don’t know whether he smelled a familiar smell or a heart-to-heart connection between mother and child. When the stones were moved, the foal kept sniffing the mare’s body through the gaps in the stones. He plugged the gaps so that she could not continue sniffing, and then used the

Peel off the hooves.

Seeing how reluctant it was to let go, he moved the stone down again and said, "Smell it, smell it, remember, your mother is right here."

Talking to livestock has been his habit for many years. When he was in Wangjiakuan, he was hated by everyone. Most of the villagers ignored him. He could only talk to Lao Huang on weekdays. This time he picked up a pony on the way.

So my previous habits came into use unconsciously.

It took a full hour, and I was exhausted and sweating profusely, and finally made the horse's grave strong and beautiful. It was almost noon, and Sanyunzi hadn't come back yet, so he could survive the hunger, but the foal was very hungry.

, always kept humping him, so he had no choice but to take the foal on the road, and he could only take the baggage with him. It was not hidden here, and if left here, it would be picked up by others.

Before, I always liked walking in the woods beside the road, but with the pony by my side, I had no choice but to walk on the main road. He walked in front, and the pony followed behind him.

At first the foal could keep up, but it didn't go very far before it couldn't. It was less than a month old and already weak. It hadn't received milk since it was born.

Seeing that it was struggling to follow, he slowed down his pace. Eventually, even though he was walking very slowly, the foal couldn't keep up. He had no choice but to hug it and hurry on.

It was only then that I noticed its gender. It was a young stallion. Although it was less than a month old, it weighed seventy or eighty pounds.

, he held it and walked with great difficulty.

After picking up the foal, he noticed something abnormal. It was summer at this time, and it should be very hot to hold the foal in his arms, but he did not feel this way. It may be because he was born prematurely and was weak, and the foal's body temperature was very low.

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Occasionally, pedestrians, carriages and horses would pass by along the way. Seeing him holding a colt in his arms, he could not help but look suspiciously.

Seeing this situation, he felt very worried. His current situation was not safe. Even if he tried his best to hide his whereabouts, he might not be able to escape capture. With such a thing by his side, everyone would look at him more.

After moving for more than ten miles step by step, I finally saw the town. I wanted to put the horse down and let it go on its own, but found that the horse had fallen asleep. I had no choice but to carry it into the town.

Ignoring filling my own stomach, I first found a nanny for the foal. When Lao Huang was young, he had taken care of calves. Livestock such as cows and horses could be used as substitute nurses.

Since it was located next to an official road, the town was quite large. After searching around, he actually found a mare that had recently given birth.

After explaining the purpose of his visit and stuffing the coin with him, the horse owner agreed to let the foal nurse. Knowing this, he stepped forward to catch the horse's urine and smear it on the foal's body.

Livestock are identified by smell. Logically speaking, the mare has its own scent, so the mare should let it nurse. But for some reason, the mare is very disgusted with the foal and won't let it get close to it.

Tried to kick it.

After trying for a long time, it finally failed. The horse owner couldn't let go of the copper coins he took, so he could only squeeze the horse's milk and carry it to him in a wooden bucket.

At this point, the foal finally drank milk.

I wanted to give the foal to this family, but who would have thought that the foal peed after drinking milk, and the urine turned out to be as dark as ink.

The foal was very valuable at this time, so he offered to give it as a gift. The owner of the horse was already suspicious. Seeing that its urine turned black, he mistakenly thought that the foal was sick and hurriedly drove them away.

They didn't want it, and they didn't give it away by force. He originally thought that the foal was not infected with corpse poison, but now it seems that it was still poisoned, but the symptoms of the disease did not show up for a while.

There was an inn in the town, but I didn't dare to stay there, so I could only buy some dry food and continue on the road with the foal.

The sun went down before we had gone far. Since it was summer, it wasn't too cold to sleep in the open air, so we took the horse and settled down in the woods beside the road.

The foal did not lie down quietly, but ran around nearby. When he saw that it was not going far away, he ignored it and sat on the ground and ate big mouthfuls of dry food.

There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, so I found some wormwood nearby and waved it away.

After playing enough, the foal ran back and lay down next to him.

While eating dry food, he was thinking in his mind that this foal was infected with corpse poison, let alone others would not dare

If he wanted it, even if he dared to ask for it, he wouldn't dare to give it away. This guy would definitely get it out of his hands, so he had to give it a name.

With Lao Huang in front of him, the first thing he thought of was Xiao Hei, but he felt bad and vulgar.

Then I thought of Black Tiger, Zhui Feng, Wu Zui, etc. After thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was not good enough, and it was even more vulgar. Such names have been called bad names.

It's really not easy for this guy to survive. How about longevity, a hundred years old? It's not good, it's just vulgar.

After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't think of a suitable name, and finally I didn't bother to bother. This guy was dressed in black hair, so I just called him Heizi.

Heizi seems to be missing something. This guy is a male, so let’s call him Heizi.

On second thought, this name is too insulting, and it has become popular in my grandma's family.

Thinking about it again, yes, Gong Heizi doesn't sound good, so let's change the order, Hei Gongzi, this name is good, free and easy, that's it.

"Black Master." He tried calling.

The foal tilted its head to look at him. It turned back just because it made a noise, not because it knew what it was barking at. Even if it was called a donkey, it would still turn its head.

At this time, he had finished eating the dry food, and reached out to break off the black master's horse's head, "Can you stop looking askance at people?"

Even after the horse's head was straightened, Mr. Hei's eyes still showed defiance and disdain. One of his eyes was still wide open and the other was half open. However, it was different from the daytime. During the day, the left eye was wide open, and at night, the right eye was wide open.

big.

"Look, who the hell are you looking down on?" He smiled and slapped Mr. Hei.

As the saying goes, don't hit a wife without raising your hand, and don't scold a stranger without opening your mouth. Thinking of the mare's body that was still cold, I felt guilty in my heart. I hurriedly stroked and comforted her, "Okay, you are born with this. I can't blame you. You can just follow me from now on."

Naturally, Mr. Black couldn't understand his words, but his caress made him feel very comfortable. He sneezed loudly and waggled his tail slowly.

I didn't sleep well last night. As soon as night fell, I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes. I fell asleep quickly leaning on Mr. Hei.

I had a good sleep, I slept for five hours, and it was already dawn when I woke up.

He got up to relieve himself, and Mr. Hei also got up to pee. He turned around and took a look, and found that Mr. Hei's urine was still as black as ink.

After Mr. Hei finished urinating, he walked over and took a closer look. He found that although Mr. Hei's urine was black, it was not thick and had no corpse odor.

I saw a beetle on a leaf not far away, so I caught it and threw it into the black urine. The beetle immediately struggled violently and kicked to death before it could crawl out of the urine pit.

Seeing this, he frowned. Among living creatures, beetles are the most resistant to poison. Corpse poison does not work so quickly. The only thing that can kill a beetle instantly is the venom of a bat snake. Young Master Black actually carried both corpse venom and snake venom at the same time.
Chapter completed!