Chapter 30 Fire Soul Still Firm (4)

  Yan Jing Tian turned around and looked at Huo Xiao Xie, saying: "Huo Xiao Xie, you and I have a fate, this trip you just follow us, if you're lucky enough...” Yan Jing Tian said to here, forcibly held back from speaking, paused for a moment, and continued to say, “Sorry!”

  Huǒ Xiǎo Xié hadn't even had time to react, only feeling that Yan Jing Tian's body had swayed once, and then he was gone. Huǒ Xiǎo Xié immediately felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, his vision went black, and he fainted to the ground.

  Yan Jing Tian's blow was extremely heavy, and Huo Xiao Ye didn't know how long he had passed out before slowly coming to. His head still hurt as if it was going to split open. Huo Xiao Ye opened his eyes, and his vision gradually cleared up. He found himself lying in a pile of hay in the corner of a dilapidated hut. Huo Xiao Ye lifted his hand and touched the back of his head, muttering softly: "I'm going to die from the pain."

  Huǒ Xiǎo Xié suddenly felt a surge of energy, and he sprang up, instantly forgetting the pain. He looked around in all directions. The room was empty and quiet, with no one in sight. Judging from the sunlight shining through the broken window, it was probably noon. Huǒ Xiǎo didn't dare to shout, and he quietly crawled out of the haystack, thinking: "Those two scoundrels surnamed Yán and that little demon won't leave me here, will they?" As soon as Huǒ Xiǎo thought this, he crouched down like a cat and began to crawl forward. However, after taking only two steps, just as he was about to stand up, his right ankle was suddenly pulled tight, holding him in place. Huǒ Xiǎo looked down and saw that his ankle was tied with a rope made of soil, which was stretched taut and tied to a pillar at the corner of the house. Huǒ Xiǎo cursed under his breath: "Damn it! Where's the monkey? Ugh! What monkey? That little demon is going to die!"

  Huǒ Xiǎo Xié crouched down, pulling on the rope, but this rope was strange and had a lot of elasticity, like it was made of cowhide. Huǒ Xiǎo Xié's temper flared up, he sat down with a thud, trying to untie the rope around his ankle, but the knot was also strange, no matter how hard he scratched or clawed, he couldn't loosen it at all, as if it had been glued together. Huǒ Xiǎo Xié cursed in a low voice: "What kind of binding technique is this?" Seeing that he couldn't untie the knot on his ankle, Huǒ Xiǎo Xié went to untie the other end tied to the pillar, but still had no way to do it. Huǒ Xiǎo Xié scolded: "It seems they don't want to untie it either, they're all dead knots! 'Niang' 'niang', I'll use my teeth!"

  Huoxiao Ya's "mixed" strength erupted, pulling the rope up and putting it in his mouth for a chaotic bite. He used all his might to chew on it, but instead of biting through, he felt it getting tougher. Huoxiao Ya was furious, spitting out the rope and grasping it again to rub against every hard edge and sharp corner on the ground and walls. He then used bricks and tiles to pound, cut, and slash at it, even trying to push over and uproot pillars. He did everything he could think of, but no matter what, he couldn't damage the rope in the slightest. Huoxiao Ya was drenched in sweat from his exertions.

  Huoxiao exhaled heavily and threw the rope to the ground, shouting loudly: "Is anyone there? I'm going to die!"

  Several sparrows flew out of the house in a flurry, still some magpies and crows.

  Sound.

  "Hey, surname Yan! You wicked witch! Are you still there? You're not being a good person!" No one responded to him.

  Huǒ Xiǎo Yè scolded for half a day, finally lowered his head, gave up, and thought: "They must have abandoned me in this wilderness to feed the wild dogs. Fortunately, they are kind and didn't kill me." Huǒ Xiǎo Yè was thirsty and tired, took two deep breaths, moved his butt a bit, leaned against the wall, and sighed: "I'm sorry, brothers, I'm useless, can't even untie a broken rope, and let people play tricks on me, abandoning me in the wilderness to wait for the wild dogs. Alas..."

  Huoxiao felt that he had experienced this kind of situation before, where he was called by heaven but not responded to, called by earth but not understood, with no one to talk to, alone and trapped in a humble room. However, it was just a fleeting thought, a flash of lightning that passed quickly.

  Huoxiao Ye let out a few sighs, thinking about his bitter and hard days in Fengtian, and also recalling the scene where Lao Guan was shot dead by Zheng Fuguan, and other suffocating scenes that made him want to scream. Overcome with grief, he rubbed his nose and a hot tear rolled down from the corner of his eye. Huoxiao Ye wiped away the tear with his hand, pulled over some disheveled grass with his arm, curled up his body, and lay down, his energy already spent, and soon fell asleep again.

  In his dream, Huo Xiaoyao's nightmare rose, and he found himself in a sea of flames, with no way out. He shouted loudly: "Father! Mother! Save me!" But there was no response. Just as the fire was about to engulf him, a strange-looking man jumped out of the flames, wearing black clothes that Huo Xiaoyao had never seen before, his face hidden behind a mask, and holding up a shiny long curved knife ready to stab him.

  Huǒ Xiǎo Xié let out a loud cry, startling himself awake, his head drenched in sweat. He had had this dream countless times before, yet he still didn't know what it meant. But this time the dream was especially vivid, as if it were happening right before his eyes, and he could even feel the scorching heat of the flames in the dream. Moreover, the knife that stabbed him in the dream was also especially clear - Huǒ Xiǎo Xié had seen Zhang Siye holding a similar knife at Zhang's house, which was a Japanese samurai sword.

  Huǒ Xiǎo Xié woke up with a start, her heart still racing from the vivid dream she just had. Was it because she was alone in this place that her emotions were running wild? The dream felt so real! But what about the Japanese samurai sword? Huǒ Xiǎo Xié thought to herself, and suddenly a surge of determination rose up from within her chest. She vowed to escape from here, and with renewed energy, she sat up, picked up the rope in her hand, and started pulling it with all her might.

  Huǒ Xiǎo Xié this time even more made an all-out effort, the whole person like a monkey jumping up and down, accompanied by low voice strange calls: "Wow, ah, ah, your mother! Day... Ah, ga!"

  Just as Huo Xiaoyu was concentrating and getting ready to pounce, a faint chuckle sounded in her ear.