At the end of autumn, it was supposed to be a cool season, just as the little emperor who was supposed to be staying in the palace and being served by a maid and eunuch, was wearing a rough robe of a civilian and sweating against his back.

The city of Chang'an, which is still far away, has now clouds of smoke rising. Perhaps the two generals Li and Guo finally broke out in a civil war.

Zhou Yang's consciousness was already blurred, and Ding Xiao's sword pierced his heart.

That is a critical factor that can make anyone fatal immediately. If he had not practiced the peace scriptures and practiced the primary stages mentioned by Ji, he would probably have been a corpse lying on the ground now.

But it is not easy now. The feeling of exhaustion caused by excessive bleeding can teach him that he will not last until dawn.

Most people will die immediately when they are stabbed in the heart. Even if they don’t draw their swords immediately, it will be difficult to hold on for more than an hour.

Zhou Yang is now only feeling hypoxia and has difficulty breathing, and his heart is gradually stopping and jumping down.

The little emperor had already carried himself in a state of weakness, and now he could only watch him die slowly.

This may be retribution. In Zhou Yang's still clear consciousness, he laughed at himself like this. Xiaoyao and Dong Yu seemed to be walking far away from Chang'an City, which was filled with smoke, and sneered at him.

"Brother... you can't die!" The little emperor's voice was called in his ears.

However, Zhou Yang felt so heavy that he could not open his eyes. Even his fingers could not move. He just lay on the ground, allowing blood to spread out from his body.

In a vague manner, he felt that he had started moving again.

It turned out that the little emperor got up again, put on his clothes, pushed him up, tied his clothes to an iron spear, and then carried the gun rod with both arms and dragged him forward.

Zhou Yang felt a warm heart, his face trembled, and he thought to himself that you are smart, a kid.

But he knew that he might not be able to endure dawn and wanted to tell the little emperor that you left alone, but he couldn't say a word at all.

At this time, a noise came from the city.

"Many people in the city have come out. Can you hear it, brother?" The little emperor seemed to be talking to himself, "Can you wake up quickly?"

After a while, the sound of chaotic footsteps rang around.

It was obviously the war in the middle of the night that quarreled the people who were supposed to be sleeping soundly, and they even had time to pack their luggage, so they rushed to flee.

This kind of civil war is different from ordinary wars. At most, foreign enemies attack will defend the city to the death, or order fierce generals to lead troops out to greet them. Before the city falls, although the people will be affected by the siege, they will not let the bloody killing happen in front of them.

The little emperor must have been affected by this panic atmosphere. The strength from somewhere has been accelerated, fearing that he would suffer from the seedlings once he fell behind.

"hiss--"

How could the civilian Ma Yi last long to sink Zhou Yang's weight? It would be broken if he didn't walk far away. The little emperor and his man with an iron spear fell to the ground, and simply cried out to help.

But no one would notice them at all. Everyone was just escaping their lives, and in the end, both men, women, and young and old were getting farther and farther away from them.

"Please, please help!" The little emperor seemed to begging someone.

Zhou Yang vaguely saw a doctor from the slightly closed eyes and stopped between them.

The doctor squatted down, reached out to explore Zhou Yang's nose, helped him take his pulse, and finally sighed: "The Prince Zhou is not long after his life! Let's run away quickly!"

His prefect Zhou was famous in Chang'an City, and it was also quite outstanding, thanks to Li Yu.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the doctor knew him. Unfortunately, this kind-hearted doctor was powerless.

The little emperor burst into tears in pain again helplessly, and used his weak body to force Zhou Yang back to Luoyang, but all this was just futile.

At this time, a sound of horse hooves went from far to near.

Zhou Yang rolled his eyes up vigorously and forced his eyes to roll half apart to try to see who the other party was.

Actually, it would be fine if he didn't watch it. He immediately felt desperate when he saw it and sighed secretly that my life had stopped!

The leader of the dozen cavalry was the powerful general who was with Ding Xiao just now. He held a heavy steel cone in his hand and pointed to the little emperor who was sitting on the ground and said, "Take it back."

No matter how the little emperor cried, it was useless. Zhou Yang could only listen to the little emperor's cry gradually fading away, but he could do nothing.

A cavalryman asked, "What about him?"

The Steel Cone General snorted coldly: "The person who was stabbed by Mr. Ding is a dead person. Let's go!"

After saying that, more than a dozen war horses turned around and returned to the city.

Only Zhou Yang lies in the suburbs of the city, feeling despair and pain in my heart, and gradually gave up the desire to survive.

When he knew that his breathing and heartbeat began to stop, his consciousness clearly felt the tranquility around him. The little bug crawled on his face and walked around his ears.

Is this going to become a bodyless ghost?

The body is cold and hot, and the soul seems to be out of touch with the body. The blood in the body flows like a tortuous small river and stream, and suddenly the whole person becomes cold and stiff.

It turned out that thin snowflakes were floating in the sky, and winter came early.

The snow fell on his body, gently stroked the fatal sword wound covering his chest, causing the still-won blood to gradually solidify.

Zhou Yang felt that Xuebing was not biting, but instead made him feel the pain in his body more clearly. He couldn't help coughing up a blood stasis, and then he could no longer control it. Countless nightmares replaced his consciousness.

He dreamed that Dong Yu, who was covered in blood, came to find him, and Xiao Yao, who was bleeding from seven holes, might be Sima Yi. Because of his tortured clothes, his messy hair and his equally thin body, he could not tell.

Two bloody zombies approached him, and countless different faces floated around behind him. The whole night seemed like a dark underworld, and ghosts cried in his ears from time to time, as if he was blaming him for killing people for cruelly.

In a vague way, he knew that he was wandering with the juncture of life and death.

If this is the underworld, why does it snow? Why is Chang'an City still far away?

Yes! He is still alive.

The heart stopped beating, breathing stopped breathing, and countless ghosts rushed towards him, but he knew that the blood in his body was still flowing, constantly transporting vitality to the nerve center of the brain.

His pale and dry lips moved slightly, revealing a little space, allowing the snow to melt into water on his lips and flow into his throat.

"Gurl!"

Zhou Yang could hear the sound of snow water swallowing into his throat, and could also hear the little insects rubbing their hands beside him. How could he turn his body into their rotten food?

Since you are still alive, you must survive.

It turns out that struggling on the brink of death is like killing people. With just one thought, one can decide whether a life will survive or disappear.

In an instant, Zhou Yang opened his eyes and his heart also pounded.

But he suddenly recovered his breathing sound, which made him feel quite uncomfortable. He coughed again and almost couldn't breathe, but it made him feel that his muscles were squirming inside his body.

It was already bright at this time, and Zhou Yang suddenly saw the light from the darkness. The dazzling sky made him convinced that he was still alive.

Although there is a layer of snow on your body, it is like a cool sheet.

Is this considered rebirth? Is this considered the earth as the mat and the sky as the quilt?

It is really a lucky thing in the world to be alive, but before he could have time to be glad, a numb feeling that stretched from the top of his head to the soles of his feet made his eyes dark and he fainted.

When he woke up again, Zhou Yang tried to move his fingers, subconsciously crawled forward with his fingers, hooked the iron spear buried in the snow, and felt the rough rust on the gun bar, and pulled the iron spear backwards.

Holding the real thing in his hand, he became more sure that he was still alive. He let out a "uh" and tried to take a deep breath. He found that his chest was so painful that he made his face tremble and smiled in tremblingly.

“This feels so good.”

Zhou Yang moaned a few times, put his other hand into the snow in his chest, and took out the picture of Lichen weakly.

Yu Ji once told him that you must practice the last Taiping Sutra pattern when you have no attachment to the world.

If you are sure that you are about to die, just try to practice.

What kind of bullshit logic is this? Now I am really dying, but I am even more reluctant to leave the world. What a wonderful thing it is to live, how can I give up easily?

Zhou Yang laughed in his heart and decided not to practice the bullshit picture. He used his wrist force, grabbed the iron spear and knocked on his leg a few times, and he still felt it, which meant that he had passed the gates of hell.

But his abdomen could not be used, so he could not sit up. He could only struggle and turn over and crawl forward aimlessly.

When the body moves, the blood feels flowing in every vein more vigorously, and the whole person gradually returns to temperature.

Zhou Yang couldn't help but secretly praised his physical condition as being beyond ordinary people. Otherwise, let alone being killed by a fatal sword, even if his physical condition is normal now, it would be an extremely impossible thing to survive in such a vast snow.

But he did it, and the more he climbed forward, the closer he felt he was to hope.

This is purely an intuition, as if the front will definitely be better than the current situation. In any case, you must keep yourself in an exercise state and never fall asleep in such a place.

From beginning to end, his behavior relies entirely on a will to survive.

"Oh my God! I'm actually hungry."

All feelings, including hunger, pain, etc., are a kind of resistance to the body's numbness.

In the past, I sought to survive in the desert to prevent myself from starving to death, but now I feel that only by experiencing hunger and thirst can people know how to cherish the simple and inconspicuous meals that are usually despicable.

Another dusk came, and he finally felt tired and sweaty on his forehead.

Since practicing the Taiping Jing patterns, the most normal reactions of these ordinary people have not felt for him for a long time.

Zhou Yang secretly made up his mind that as long as he passed this level, he must cherish his life and never do such stupid things that he would risk his life.
Chapter completed!