Chapter 90 Victims in North Korea

The sun rose completely, and the glacier "dinged". Mo Qi finally broke through the ice, leaving a big gap in the bowl, and the river flowed underneath.

"Brother, it's okay." Mo Qi turned around in surprise.

Taking advantage of Mo Qi's skill at chipping away at the ice, Mo Yu had disemboweled the gray rabbit, and Youqi chopped two simple wooden bowls. Hearing Mo Qi's call, Mo Yu carried the rabbit and walked over.

The wooden bowl was filled with water, and the rabbit's blood was rinsed. It took a stick of incense to clean up the rabbit. There was no condiment, so it could only be dry-roasted.

In front of the fire, Mo Qi turned over the rabbit meat, looked at Mo Yu and said, "Brother, should we go directly to Shalou next?"

Mo Yu meditated, stirring the fire with a wooden stick.

Nowadays, the martial arts world is in chaos, and the situation is turbid. Bloody battles will no longer be rare. What Shalou does is to sell people's heads. When the time comes, many forces will secretly pay the murderer to deal with their respective enemies.

According to what Liu Ningxuan said that day, there are five types of masked killers in the killing tower, each with a quota of 100.

However, the gangs and lakes are complicated, with hundreds or even thousands of people, and they are overcrowded. At this time, Shalou either opens its doors to expand its disciples or closes its doors to reduce the number of orders it accepts.

A force that favors commerce is more likely to choose the first option compared to the two methods.

Therefore, if the two of them go there now, they might be able to catch up with Shalou to recruit people and take advantage of the opportunity to break in.

"No matter what, let's go over and take a look at the situation first," Mo Yu finalized.

The rabbit meat was soon roasted, charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

The taste was not good, but it was a hundred times better than the drugged dry food. The two of them devoured it, drinking it with the cool river water, and ate it up.

The horses also ate and drank enough and swung their tails happily. The two of them had no water containers, so they could only drink a few more bowls of water until they were full.

The grandfather and grandson were still nowhere to be seen, so they were unlikely to pursue them. They got on their horses and headed north again.

The further north you go, the colder the temperature becomes, and the vegetation on both sides of the road begins to change. There are mostly withered grass and mountains, fewer plains and low hills, fewer rivers, and the terrain is higher.

During this period, I took two short breaks, and then continued on the boring road. At ten o'clock in the afternoon, I set foot on the official road.

There are many official and Taoist people, including those traveling south, those traveling north, and all kinds of people.

There was business in the south and politics in the north. The caravans were fully loaded and heading south, while the empty carriages were heading north. Some poor scholars took the book boys to go to the exam early. Of course, there were more people from the martial arts world, riding horses and whips, rushing in groups.

Mo Yu mainly observed the faces of those in the martial arts world. Most of them were anxious, less teasing, and some were gloating about others' misfortune. From this look, it seems that there has been another turmoil in the world recently.

After hearing what I heard and summarizing a few words, I found out that it was two sects of Zhengdao who had been grudged against each other for a long time. They were fighting each other, resulting in countless casualties. The forces behind the scenes were involved, and the quarrel became bigger and bigger.

Not hearing any information about Shalou, the two speeded up and galloped.

Passing through several small towns, we went in for simple supplies, prepared water and food, and continued on our way without stopping.

At midnight in the afternoon, some ragged people suddenly appeared on the road. They were men, women, old and young. They were sallow and thin, and they were wailing and complaining, heading south.

"Brother,"

The two of them were on a high hill. Looking at the long line of people, Mo Qi frowned and said, "They are the people who are fleeing."

Mo Yu looked puzzled: "It's strange. Tianhe Continent has been unified for many years, and the garrison has surrendered. There shouldn't be refugees."

Mo Qi was born in a wealthy family and knew little about political affairs. He only heard some stories from storytellers in the city.

"Could it be a natural disaster?" Mo Qi thought of a reason.

Mo Yu shook his head in denial, raised his head and looked behind the crowd, pointing to a luxury carriage: "There are also some wealthy businessmen among the refugees. If there is a natural disaster, the court will have emergency measures to remedy it. People who leave their hometowns are humble, and these people are dragging their feet.

With a family and a whole family moving south, who would be willing to leave their ancestral land if it is not a matter of life and death?"

Mo Qi followed the direction of Mo Yu's finger and found some wealthy families with clean clothes, healthy looks and carriages.

From this point of view, there must be war happening in the north!

According to Mo Yu's guess, there is a problem with the royal family or the princes in all likelihood. Only changes in these top circles can cause people to be displaced and wars to break out.

The general trend of the world has been divided and combined since ancient times, and it is passed down from generation to generation by the people. If there is an ordinary rebellion, the royal family will directly suppress it.

The people have expectations and believe that they have the support of the emperor, so they will not move easily.

But if there is something wrong with the person who calls the shots, the people have no one to rely on, and the living environment cannot be guaranteed, so they will make a living on their own, and this move to the south occurs.

"The presence of plague and refugees in an imperial dynasty means that it is exhausted." Mo Yu thought of a book he had read and spoke with emotion.

Mo Qi is half-informed and depressed. After all, he is a member of Tianhe and feels the same way.

"Drive!" Mo Yu rode his horse down, approaching the flow of refugees along the mound, and Mo Qi followed closely.

Those ragged refugees had not had water or rice for many days. When they saw the eyes of Mo Yu and the two men shining, they stopped and raised their eyebrows. However, they were afraid of the weapons they carried and complained and cried for alms.

Mo Yu felt heavy and did not distribute dry food to the refugees.

It's just a drop in the bucket, and the dry food for the two of them is simply not enough to spread among people. Even if they help a few dying people, it will arouse the jealousy of others.

People's hearts are complex, especially in the realm of life and death, and they should not be taken lightly, because some people will lose their humanity. This is the truth that Mo Yu deeply realized during his wandering year.

Mo Qi, who had little experience, could not restrain his pity and threw the dry food to a woman holding a child who was about to starve to death.

Mo Yu did not stop this, he stopped his horse and waited to see how things would develop. Being a bit sophisticated, it was better to let Mo Qi experience it himself.

The pair of women received the rations and kowtowed to Mo Qi with tears of gratitude. Mo Qi quickly dismounted from his horse and helped him. He was a humble helper and no need to be polite.

The women looked around in fear. There were crowds of people around, and they were all shouting and asking Mo Qi for help. Some of them were even worse than the women. They were crowded and knelt down and screamed. It was chaotic and noisy, and Mo Qi was in panic.

He looked at Mo Yu for help, but Mo Yu didn't look at her, and kept following the woman.

As he expected, the woman woke up the child, then opened the package, grabbed a piece of pancake and handed it to the child, urging the child to devour it.

The next moment, a bunch of dirty hands suddenly stretched out from the crowd and tried hard to tear the package in the woman's arms. They were the hungry refugees!

Mo Qi couldn't get any charity from Mo Qi, and Mo Yu was holding a sword, so he could only target women.

The looting began, with women screaming and holding their children tightly in their arms. Packages were cut into pieces, and dry food disappeared in the blink of an eye. In fact, some refugees had crazy eyes and fell to the ground to lick the crumbs of food.

Mo Qi was stunned, looking at the chaotic scene at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"Ah, don't hit me, it's gone, it's really gone!"

The women screamed in their hearts, and Mo Qi looked blankly, only to see the refugees who had not grabbed dry food starting to tear the women apart. Their clothes were in pieces, their hair was unkempt, and they were curled up. The children in their arms were being pulled and coughing violently.

Curses, screams, shouts, despair...

Mo Qi was submerged in the crowd and tried his best to squeeze towards the woman. There were too many people and he couldn't push her away even if he used his inner strength.

Mo Yu stared coldly, scabbarding some refugees who wanted to steal Mo Qi's mount.

When the woman's clothes were about to be torn off, her mouth was bleeding, and Mo Qi still couldn't squeeze through, Mo Yu took action.

"Get away!"

A sharp shout shocked the mind, and the refugee's movements slowed down slightly, but did not stop.

Seeing this, Mo Yu showed no mercy. He took out his sheath with a groan, jumped up from his horse, kicked away the refugees surrounding the woman, and swept around the woman, forcing a circle of open space.

Everyone is afraid of death. Mo Yu's kicks were so powerful that the person who was kicked moaned and screamed before he could catch his breath.

Taking advantage of this gap, Mo Qi squeezed in and glanced at the woman guiltily. It was probably because of him that she was in such a mess.

Not daring to look at Mo Yu, he began in a low voice: "I'm sorry, brother."

Mo Yu shook his head, leaned over to help the woman, raised his head and said, "They can't stay here any longer. Let's give them a ride and come over to hold the child."

Mo Qi came over obediently, patted the dust off the child, hugged him gently, stepped on the ground and jumped on his horse.

"I'm sorry, auntie."

Mo Yu stopped crying and picked up the woman from his waist. She was sallow and skinny and weighed nothing. She passed over the crowd and sat down on horseback.

The woman sat in the back, timidly tugging at the hem of her black feather robe, but stopped talking.

Mo Yu swept through the crowd coldly, having no good impression of these dehumanized people. He put his legs under the horse's belly and turned around to head south.

Mo Qi sighed, the blow he received was not too heavy, and he followed closely.

One after another, the four of them had no communication, and after half an hour of driving, Nanliu had already disappeared and stopped outside a village.

The village was not big, with only a dozen households at a glance. Mo Yu did not enter the village directly, but sent the women to the entrance of the village.

He unpacked his own baggage and divided out half of the dry food. Then he took some copper coins and broken silver and stuffed them into the woman's hands.

"Young hero, this is impossible."

The woman was frightened and pushed hard to stop her. She knelt down with her child as she spoke: "There is no way I can repay the kindness of saving my life. How can I dare to accept it again? My mother and son will keep the kindness of the young hero in their hearts and pray day and night. They will be cows in the next life."

Being a horse pays off.”

"Tum, tom, tom", three heavy heads kowtowed solemnly.

Mo Yu didn't stop her, knowing that stopping her would only make it more difficult for women to live with themselves. What's more, there is no shame in giving a man a fish and receiving gratitude.

After the woman kowtowed, Mo Yu helped her up.

Mo Qi is still in a state of self-blame at this moment, and he won't be able to get out for a while. He can only let him understand and talk about the rules later.

"Auntie, why did you flee south?" Mo Yu asked solemnly.

The woman sighed when she heard the words, wiped her tears on her sleeves and shook her head: "Young knight, you don't know something. The bitch came from Kaiyang Emperor's capital. On the night of the Lantern Festival, the Holy Lord Tianhe died, and the nine princes paid tribute all night. The next day, the beacon tower was lit continuously.

, the whole country is sad.”

The more the woman spoke, the more excited she became. She wiped her tears several times and continued choked with sobs: "The princes gathered together and were supposed to discuss the funeral of the emperor. Unexpectedly, the nine princes suddenly rebelled and launched an attack. They surrounded the Kaiyang capital and killed four princes and the common people.

Frightened, he closed his door and hid."

"While the Ninth Prince's troops were stationed in various streets, many soldiers and horses suddenly came out from various houses, each wearing different colors of clothes, and they met to fight. That day, the whole Kaiyang City was filled with the sound of fighting. From morning to

Late at night, countless homes were destroyed and countless innocent people were killed..."

"My family was killed by a soldier who accidentally broke in. I was so frightened that I picked up my child and ran away from the back door. There was only one thought in my mind: escape, my son will not die!"

"There were many people who fled overnight. Most of them were in a hurry and did not have much luggage or money. They had heard that the south was rich and peaceful, so they went all the way south. Fortunately, I met two young heroes today and saved the lives of my mother and son."
Chapter completed!