After leaving the snow line, the road below was not as easy as I thought. The mud mixed with dead leaves. I crawled forward like a clay man, my face pressed against the ground, and I would eat one or two bites of the soil from time to time.

After finally entering a relatively flat place, the calluses on the hands seemed to be much thicker.

Because my body was so itchy that I felt uncomfortable, I had to move to the riverside bit by bit, hoping to clean up my body by myself.

It took me more than a little while before I took my clothes off. Looking at my lower body, I pushed it into the water and sat up and wiped my body with the small pieces cut from the wool blanket.

The water in Tianshan Mountains was very cool. The continuous cleaning caused my body temperature to drop sharply. I was thinking about raising a ball of fire. But when I found all the dead trees and wanted to condense a fire talisman to make fire, I realized that I had no spiritual power at all, and it was as ordinary as that of ordinary people.

This has a great blow to me. After all, losing what I have worked hard for is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

But what can I do? What can I do? I can't do anything except roar and push the dead wood in front of me.

After roaring in anxiety for a long time, I gradually became quiet. I lay on the large stone slab and looked at the sky. The sun below had to be much more relaxed. It warmed my body and gave my wet clothes a sign of dryness.

Seeing this, I hurriedly climbed over and spread all my last property on the stone. I kept it for a long time before finally drying my clothes and tarp.

In order to keep myself away from the ground, I had to use vines to make a support, then use trees to stack them together and make a clapboard.

Even though the mud still comes in, it can at least separate most of it so that the tarp can completely block them and keep my body dry.

Doing all this, I had to spend the night in the woods, and without men, I would have no source of food.

So tomorrow I have to leave the woods and find people, otherwise I will still be dead.

Fortunately, I was lucky enough. The next day, I climbed for a long time and met a hunter entering the mountain. He was an old man in his early seventies with a gun on his back.

He went to the old forest to hunt and also took care of the forest. He took me out and settled in that small town called Gada.

No one will take me in. They only give me food so that I will not be hungry. For me, a foreign disabled person, no one will return to me to provide me with a place to stay except sympathy.

Ten days ago, I lived alone in a dilapidated temple, lying in a corner that could only block the rain. The old hunter often came to see me and I told him about going home.

Although he didn't understand, he still used some steel to make an iron rack for me that could replace the wooden rack.

It also comes with two small wheels, and then gives me a pair of gripping claws for me to use for forward use.

With better equipment, I became familiar with them for a few days and planned to say goodbye to them. I didn't want to stay here to delay them.

Although people don’t say it openly, they always give me all kinds of additional guesses behind my back, and some even say that I am a plague god or a disaster star.

Even though I did nothing, I just lie in the corner of the dilapidated temple, eating food that they didn't want to eat and then abandoned.

But my sudden appearance still made countless people dissatisfied with me. After all, an outsider still looks like a ghost, in the Gada Town, which has a strong traditional concept.

As long as anything inappropriate happens, someone will push me up. I know I have to leave, leave this place that does not belong to me, and embark on the journey home.

I don’t know where to go, nor where to go. The only thing I can do is beg while walking east, because that is the direction of home, the only place I remember.

In this way, I moved forward step by step along that road, experiencing wind and snow, and experiencing dryness.

During the long walk, I arrived at another city bit by bit, and originally wanted to enter a big city.

You can beg for more food yourself, but there are some things that are often not as perfect as you imagined.

Just like that day, I climbed on the street and begged for the past, I hope to praise the next part of the money and use the money for the food that I went forward.

But that look was sympathetic. In the morning, I hid a lot of it in my lower body.

I dare not stay too much outside because I know that someone will be eyeing me. When facing a person who has no ability to resist, there will always be people who are tempted by money.

After a day of begging, I collected the broken bowl and planned to buy some dry food to continue on the way. But when I turned around, I immediately saw a pair of trousers and blocked my way.

Just when I was thinking that something was wrong, the man squatted down and grabbed my collar.

"I have to take a day, Is it a lot?"

"No...no" I shook my head, then pushed the bowl in my arms out, where there was only a part of the change.

Seeing this, the man immediately let out a cold voice and slapped me hard in the face with a backhand.

Then he shouted viciously: "Take it out, believe it or not, I will kill you?"

"It's really only so many, I still have to..."

"There are only so many, right?" He heard this and kicked the broken bowl in front of me, then raised his foot and stepped hard at my waist. His foot was very heavy, so I had to grit my teeth and crawl forward.

But how he crawled and walked, he grabbed me, slapped me, and kept falling down his toes, and he beat me up, trying to hand over the hidden money.

But that was something I went home, and I wouldn't give it to him even if I died. Until he was tired of stepping on it and lying on the corner beside me, he spat at me angrily.

"It's really him, mom is a tough guy. Don't let me see you again, otherwise I'll step on you to death."

He cursed, then took out the money from the bowl and walked forward while slapping the dust on his body.

I lay there, and the pain in my body was spreading rapidly like an electric current. The huge internal injury made my already broken body unable to bear the weight.

So I couldn't help but vomited it out with my mouthful of pain. Because I was lying on my back, the blood foam flowed back into the breathing tube.

The stinging pain made me feel the feeling of death again. I grabbed the claws in my hand tightly and vomited blood while crawling forward.

The waist was no longer conscious, and the strength on the arm became weaker and weaker. I finally moved myself to a corner that could block the wind and rain.

It started to rain heavily in the sky. I lay down and breathed. When I recovered, I hurriedly reached out and took out the hidden money from my pocket. The moment I looked at the money.

The person laughed inexplicably. I didn't dare to stay in this city for too long. I was afraid that he would come back. Once he was discovered, everything would be wasted. So after hiding the money again, he crawled forward in the rain.

At that moment, although the city was large, it was a place where there was no self to hide. Although there were many people, no one cared about me.
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