Chapter 5 Sword

In the crowd, Evela squatted beside the poor man, and Lu Yuewu and Luo Xi also stood on tiptoe to observe. All get out of the way." Rosie looked at it and regained her spirits a little, and the feeling of being down-to-earth should have made her feel much happier. She waved her arms impatiently and said, "What's the matter with being around here? Do you want to suffoate us?"

The village head raised his crutch and said, "Let's get out of the way."

The other party's companion looked worried and uneasy, "Is he... dead?"

Evela was speechless with the priest. The village head turned his head and looked at it and couldn't help shivering, "I don't know yet." He waved his arm uneasily as if expelled. I'll tell you later. Get out of here now and have a rest. Captain Oprah, take them out of here. We need to be quiet.

The militia captain raised the sheathed sword and said, "Let's go." He said dryly.

The surroundings were finally empty, and then Li Ou had a chance to step forward and observe carefully: this is a poor cold and stiff. The whole body is as stiff as a wooden stick, and the skin is pale and morbid blue and purple. His clothes seemed to be ragged, stained with dry scars and blood. His eyes were tightly closed, and pain and despair seemed to be fixed on his face.

Li Ou squatted down. As soon as he touched the other party's body, he withdrew his hand. It's too cold, dozens of times cold than anything he has ever come into contact with. He would rather hold an ice cube in the palm of his hand. However, when he carefully reached over again, it was no different from ordinary people - he didn't believe that there was something wrong with his senses. What's wrong with it? He couldn't find the answer. But he always felt that there was a smell of corruption around him. However, he couldn't find the source.

The confused alchemist turned to Evela beside him, "What's wrong with him?"

"He is still alive." She just answered briefly.

"And then?"

Ivera focused on the work at hand. The village head didn't look good to him and didn't talk without talking. The priest didn't need to say anything more, didn't even raise his head, and whispered to Eveila.

Li Ou simply shrugged his shoulders and asked Luo Xi and Lu Yuewu to leave. "Let them stay here." He walked towards the hotel. He had to eat something. His stomach was already hungry. However, he stopped after a few steps and turned to the village head and said, "I suggest you'd better move him into the church and raise the brazier, otherwise he will really freeze to death when you find something."

"Church?" The priest raised his head confusedly, but then his face changed to anger and resentment. "How can the holy church accept such a strange guy... He may be the one... monster."

"Then you can watch him die." Leo said contemptuously, "Great Pastor Andal."

The warmth in the hotel is attacking people. After lunch, the alchemist sat by the fire and leaned against the chair drowsy. Some visitors who were driven in by the militia also sat aside with their heads down. They are all fleeing refugees with unconcealed fatigue and panic on their faces, showing the restlessness of the journey.

The long-lost sun stepped over the midday sky and tilted to the west. The sunlight shining from outside the window began to gradually lengthen the shadow of everything. Rosie couldn't help returning to her room and choosing to take a nap, with only a female swordsman accompanying him. He yawned and cheered up. Moon dance." He shouted softly.

"What?"

He thought for a moment and weighed his words, "Do you think there is any problem with that person?"

"I don't feel it." Lu Yuewu replied without confusion, "It seems to me that he is just frozen. I don't know if it can be saved. Yvela may be able to do it, and the priest..."

"...the priest can't do it." He said, "His...mana is low."

Lu Yuewu did not respond to him immediately. She opened her closed eyes and looked at him with her head tilted. There seemed to be a different color in her eyes, as if she was trying to see through his heart. You seem to believe that he has something wrong?" He did not retreat and did not avoid her scrutiny. Is he that monster?"

"I don't know." He glanced at the man's companion and whispered, "I can't see it. If it's the demon in their mouth, Rosie may find something strange, but now... she can only count on the priest.

"So you asked them to put that man in the church?"

"I can't think of any other way. We can only pray that the gods can show a little kindness to us. The sacred can always suppress evil. Li Ou said jokingly and shrugged his shoulders with some gloating. Who told them not to welcome me?

"It's not because of yourself."

"I seldom feel happy about something wrong." He heard his comments on what he had done. Unfortunately, yesterday was one of them. He pulled out a bottle of wine from the bucket containing warm snow water, poured himself a glass, and filled it up for Lu Yue. Moon dance, trust is exchanged for trust. Money is not reliable enough, and lies are more like jokes.

"I understand your worries." Lu Yuewu had a drink with him. The liquor rolled into the throat, and a burning heat spread to the bones of the limbs, and suddenly dispelled all the cold air in the body. But Leo," Lu Yuewu put down the cup and then said, "Evela told me that you said yesterday that it was just a fabricated hateful rumor."

Li Ou poured himself another glass of wine. He decided to drink the pot and go to see the frozen poor man.

"Then I thought about it again." There was a little noise around, and several refugees sitting opposite the fire could not sleep and kept tossing and muttering on the bench. He raised the volume a little. There are always some real elements in lies. Evela's worries are reasonable... In a word, it's always good to prepare for a rainy day."

"It's not like you."

If he hasn't learned a lesson from the past, slightly change his stupid self-righteousness, and still can't listen to any bad words, then he might as well jump off the cliff directly. Because if he continues like that, he will be killed by his stinky mouth sooner or later. However, this can't be said.

"Who made us a group of unlucky people who provoked the goddess of bad luck?" He said with a smile.

Lu Yuewu curled her lips, "You said you didn't believe in gods."

"No, no." Li Ou shook his head and laughed and denied it. Now I deeply feel that the famous saying of a wise man is particularly correct.

"Which sentence?"

Li Ou closed his eyes and thought about it carefully. He coughed and straightened his throat. The wise man once said to his disciple, "If you are smart, it is better to believe in the existence of gods."

Lu Yuewu asked doubtfully, "Why?"

"Because in this way, you can learn to accept unprovoked misfortunes and uncontrollable disasters.'" Li Ou sighed, "Don't you think it's very similar to what happened to us along the way?" He turned his head and looked at the dozed refugees. Before Lu Yuewu could answer, he continued, "Look at them. For them, what else can they do but blame the terrible bad luck on the gods? This is the only self-deception comfort left in the cruel reality.

"Uh...sorry." A voice interrupted their conversation. Li Ou looked at him, and a refugee sat opposite them, looking at him with a worried and careful face. Sir, are you talking about us?

Talking about others in front of others was exposed in front of others. Li Ou and Lu Yuewu both looked embarrassed.

"I didn't hear what you were saying!" The other party explained at a loss and waved his hand in panic. I just heard you mention us..."

Do you still hear anything? Li Ou sighed helplessly. He found that the other party was wearing a bearskin coat that was completely different from others - although it was a little old. He has a dagger around his waist.

"Are you the leader?" The alchemist asked.

"Eh?" The man was surprised for a few seconds before he reacted. Ah, yes, yes. I'm a woodcutter... I happened to go out to cut wood that day... So... In the whole village, only I survived..."

He did not mention those horrible scenes, but from his trembling body and painful expression, Leo knew that it was an extremely terrible torture for the living.

"So where do you all come from?" Li Ou asked, "You are not from a village?"

"We don't know each other." The woodcutter said, "But we all have the same experience." He sighed and made an apologetic gesture, "Sorry, I don't want to say this... It... I can't say this for a while... I can't open my mouth..."

Li Ou expressed his understanding. So, what did you just want to say to us?

"Ah?" The woodcutter raised his head in surprise, "Oh, yes. Are you friends of those bachelors? I want to know if that person is all right? Is he..." He couldn't go on, just looking at him with a pair of eager eyes for the truth. He is eager to know the answer.

"To be honest, I don't know." Leo replied to him, "You should ask the priest, not me." The other party's face was full of depression and deep worries. ...By the way, you don't know that person? You take him forward, but you don't know who he is?"

"We all know nothing about him. No one knows him." The woodcutter said with some regret, "But I can't leave a person alone. Two days ago, we found him. He lay alone in the snow, as if he were dead, but still angry. So we took him with us... Thank God, there was no ghost attack here."

"You are a good person who has done good deeds." Li Ou said, "But why are you still doubting him now?"

"I have always been suspicious. Just..." The woodcutter sighed with a wry smile, "I just heard your conversation, and I think there is something I should show you." He took the luggage over and untied the rope on it.

"What is it? Why don't you show it to the village head and the priest?

"I... I'm afraid they'll kick us out." The woodcutter stopped and said painfully, "This is the only village nearby that is willing to take us in. I don't want to... We have to live, otherwise we will either freeze to death or starve to death... What's the difference between that and dying in the hands of demons? Sir, you...you won't tell them, will you?"

"I promise you won't be chased out. I can swear to the gods."

The woodcutter was slightly relieved. He untied the package and pulled out a long sword engraved with exquisite patterns from it. Well, sir, when I found him, he took this with him.

The long sword in his hand is engraved with the coat of arms of holy light and flame. Leo's eyes widened in disbelief.

- It belongs to the Holy Samurai of the Andal Church!