C27

After drinking, the two officially entered Snake Mountain.

Even though Wen Yi had prepared herself mentally, it was her first time seeing so many snakes and she was still overwhelmed with shock.

The Snake Mountain was not big, but it would take at least an hour to finish. Whether it was on the roadside, in the grass or in the forest, they were all densely packed with colorful snakes. The poisonous and non-poisonous ones could be easily identified at a glance.

Wen Yi's entire being was pressed up against Song Yunqian, her body trembling slightly, every step she took was extremely hair-raising. The snakes were just as she said. When they walked over, the snakes would leave by themselves. However, they didn't go too far. They piled up like a mountain about 20 to 30 feet below their feet.

Entering the forest, Wen Yi felt even her heart trembling. Strings and strings of books were hanging on the book, they were not fruits or vines, but rather colorful pythons. No matter how gutsy she was, she was scared out of her wits.

She reached out to hug Song Yunqian's waist, and said in a low voice: "Don't push me away, I beg you, just this once."

With a sou sound, the python fell down from the tree and landed beside Wen Yi's feet. Wen Yi covered her mouth and did not dare to cry out in alarm.

With a dark face, Song Yunqian bent over and crossed the python's body as he walked. He then pushed Wen Yi's butt with her backhand and threw him up a little, making it easier for him to walk.

Wen Yi lay on his back, her heart was filled with endless gratitude. She had thought that he would abandon her, but never would she have thought that he would actually be willing to carry her on his back. No matter how vile his attitude towards her was before, now that he had helped her due to her extreme fear, all of the past could be forgotten.

Song Yunqian also felt his scalp go numb. Carrying Wen Yi on his back, wasn't he also giving herself a sense of security? He had never seen so many snakes in his life. He was even glad that she had drunk the yellow wine earlier, or else she would have believed that if an outsider entered the mountain, the snakes would gang up on him. It seemed that the one who viewed Sirius Mountain as too simple was not her, but herself.

Finally, in the middle of the night, they left Snake Mountain.

The two of them were practically paralyzed on the ground. When Wen Yi thought of the situation just now, she felt her stomach heaving as she held onto a tree branch and vomited until tears came out.

In her long time in the ancient world, she had never truly cried once, but now, she really wanted to hug someone and cry to death.

The man in front of her was clearly not someone to bawl at. However, she could not suppress the sorrow, sorrow, and fear in her heart. She held onto the tree trunk and started crying.

Song Yunqian did not expect her to suddenly cry so loudly. After being stunned for a moment, he said with a heavy face: "What are you crying for? Isn't it out now? "

Wen Yi wiped the tears off his face and suddenly turned around as she said somewhat hysterically, "You're not allowed to speak, look, listen, and even more so, stop me!" Then she sat down on the ground, hugged her knees, buried her face in them, and burst into tears again.

Song Yunqian was startled, he had never seen anyone become this fierce … It seemed wrong to call the funny Yang Luoyi, but at the moment, he couldn't think of any other words, because her crying sound was very loud.

He dejectedly said: "Now you know that you are afraid and you are crying. I told you not to try to be brave when you come over. Do you know the danger now?"

Wen Yi was crying happily, but after hearing what he said, she was choked back down. Although her heart was still aching, she no longer had the desire to cry. She stared at him with tears on her face and said angrily, "I told you not to speak. I can't cry anymore. It's terrible!"

Song Yunqian was tongue-tied. He couldn't even cry, yet she blamed him? What kind of woman is this?

Wen Yi stood up and said: "Let's go, continue on our way. This place isn't safe after all, let's find a cave and spend the night here."

Fortunately, the moonlight tonight was bright, reflecting off the mountain paths. However, this light was far from enough to ascend the mountain in the dark. Wen Yi squatted down and opened her bag. She took out a wind lamp from inside and lit it with a flint stone before putting it on top of the Glass Lamp. The mountain road suddenly became clear.

Song Yunqian looked at her. He was crying just a moment ago, but now he had suddenly turned serious. Women are really unpredictable creatures.

He reached for her large bag and muttered, "This King wants to see what exactly you brought." He tore open the package and could not help but look at her in surprise. "Dry beef, dried pork, preserves, pastries, scones, medicinal oil, tunic oil, wormwood grasses, water bottles, wine jugs, straw paper, outer garments, salt, ignition stones, daggers, and some messy little things," You bring so many things up the mountain? Why didn't you take it out earlier when there was meat to eat? And there's also cakes. Heavens, This King has starved to death! " He took a piece of dried pork and put it in his mouth. He then said vaguely, "Bringing you up the mountain is still somewhat useful."

Wen Yi wiped away her tears and tied up her bag: "Stop eating for now, find a cave to rest and eat slowly. It's so dark now, there will be beasts coming and going later on."

Song Yunqian took the bag and said, "This king will carry it for you. Take this king's sleeves so you won't fall down the mountain."

Although this was a mountain road, the truth was that weeds were everywhere, thorns were everywhere, and it was incomparably steep. It could be said to be extremely dangerous.

This was also the first time Song Yunqian spoke to her with such a gentle tone.

He carried a bag on his back and carried a wind lantern. When he saw Wen Yi staring at him blankly, he could not help but say with a dark face: "What are you still looking at? "Let's go!"

Wen Yi acknowledged him and pulled his sleeves. The two of them slowly went up the mountain to look for a cave.

It was after midnight when they finally found a cave. This cave was much larger than the cave they had found during the day. Moreover, there were dense weeds and shrubs at the entrance of the cave, which could fool others.

Wen Yi spread the outer garment within her bag onto the ground. The two sat on top of it and started to eat heartily.

After finishing his meal, Song Yunqian went outside to gather some dried wood to warm himself.

Wen Yi put out the wind lamp, saving some tung oil.

Song Yunqian drank a mouthful of water. Water was extremely precious now, so he did not dare to drink too much.

He raised his head to see Wen Yi staring at him, and just as he was about to ask, Wen Yi reached out and slapped him, making him angry. She opened her palm, and shockingly, there was a flower shaped mosquito's corpse and a pool of blood on it.

Song Yunqian fumed, "You need to hit a mosquito so hard? You are avenging your personal grudges. "

Wen Yi laughed, "You even got involved in matters related to killing mosquitoes? Furthermore, I have no personal grudges with your highness. "

Song Yunqian snorted, and suddenly felt a strange itch on his face. He saw Wen Yi's hand move slightly, and immediately slapped his own face, causing another mosquito to die in his hands.

He angrily said, "Why are the mosquitoes trying to bite This King?"

Wen Yi laughed coldly, "I have Ai Hui in my arms."

He gritted his teeth and glared at her. With a "pa" sound, he hit a mosquito in his ear. "It's already autumn and there are still so many mosquitoes."

Wen Yi took out some Wormwood from her bag and lit it up, causing the buzzing sound of mosquitoes to disappear.

"It should have been done a long time ago!" Song Yunqian was slightly angered as he thought of a way to punish her. He leisurely put his hands on his thighs and said: "Long night is long, why not this king tell you a story!"

Wen Yi was suddenly interested, and laughed: "Alright, I like listening to stories the most."

Song Yunqian revealed an evil expression, and the corner of his mouth held a hint of a smile. He deliberately lowered his voice, and said: "This story was personally experienced by this king. The entire mountain was quiet and serene. Other than this king, Ke Er and Master, basically no one else came in or out. That day, I was punished by my master for being lazy and stood from evening until the close of the night. At that time, I was a teenager, so I was not afraid. After midnight, Ke Er came out to give the King a steamed bun. This king was not satisfied with not eating it, so I casually threw the steamed bun on the ground. Ke Er was furious, he turned and left. At this moment, This King saw that a steamed bun was suddenly missing from the ground, and when he looked carefully, he saw a hand suddenly grow out from the ground. That person's hand was long and dry, like the claws of an eagle, and he picked up the steamed bun on the ground one by one, and said to this king in a gloomy voice, "Child, don't waste anything if you don't eat it!" Other than this hand, there was no one else in sight on the empty ground. This King is naturally not afraid and even used his foot to step on that hand. Who knew that hand would suddenly lengthen so long that nails pierced through the soles of This King's shoes and straight to the bottom of his feet. This King only felt a pain beneath his feet and lost all consciousness. "

After he finished speaking, he had been looking forward to seeing Wen Yi's frightened and pale face. Who knew that she would look at him with unsatisfied eyes, supporting her cheeks with her hands, urging him on: "Tell me, continue, I like to listen to ghost stories, they are the most beloved of them all."

Song Yunqian rolled his eyes at her, and said snappily: "I'm done!"

Wen Yi made a long 'oh' sound, and was a little disappointed. "I thought there would be a follow-up, then do you know what that hand was?"

"Other than ghosts, what else could it be?" Song Yunqian's story was originally fabricated, there would not be any follow-up. It was just that he was not able to scare Wen Yi, but he was feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Wen Yi moved closer to him, and said in a low voice: "I also have a story, but I have never told it to anyone. It's a little scary, are you afraid? "If you're not afraid, I'll tell you and relieve your boredom."

Song Yunqian had just made up that ghost story, and was actually a little afraid in his heart. But how could he lose face in front of Wen Yi, so he coldly laughed: "What a joke, how would I be afraid? Just say it. If it's not frightening enough, This King will not let you go. "

Wen Yi exclaimed, "Actually, it can't be considered too scary. The duke just said that it was his own personal experience, if I were to say this, I would have heard it all." Actually, this matter was also Wen Yi's own personal experience. However, because of the story, she could not reveal that it was her own experience, if not, the number of things that came out would be too many.

With her current expression, she took a sip of water from the water bottle to moisturize her throat, and then started to speak. "The female protagonist of this story is called Wen Yi …"

"Plague? Is there such a name? " Song Yunqian sneered, "To make up a story, you should at least have more confidence in your own name."

A row of black lines appeared on Wen Yi's forehead. She was from Guangdong and people of Guangdong read about Wen Yi, not a plague.

"This name is not the main point, does Your Highness want to hear it? If you want to listen, then don't interrupt! " Wen Yi said snappily.