I'll hand over the system soon.

In Sancho's extreme suspicion, the memory of the original owner was also stuffed into his brain by the system.

After sorting out the memory of the original owner, Sancho finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Because among the people lying here, there are no parents of the original owner, so she has less risk of falling off her horse.

The body she possesses in this dimension is still that of a little girl, only seven years old.

The original owner was a little girl from a poor family. This time, the original owner's parents were not the best parents, but they loved the original owner very much.

Unfortunately, the accident came too suddenly.

Because this is a fairy plane, a person's power is amplified to the extreme, and when one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one can easily move mountains and seas.

This is naturally not bad for those who can practice Taoism, but it is a disaster for ordinary people who cannot practice Taoism.

Most of the people who practice Taoism claim to be righteous. Although they have the responsibility to protect the people, they do not really value ordinary people.

When a person does not really care about something and does not put it on an equal footing with himself, he will ignore many things.

Therefore, while those cultivators protect the people from evil spirits and heretics, they fundamentally ignore them.

In this kind of indifference, a fight between two cultivators can destroy everything that ordinary people hold dear.

All of this naturally includes human life.

The monks in this plane will sacrifice their lives to protect the people from the evil heretics, and will also provide help to the people who are harmed by the evil heretics, and even help them rebuild their homes.

But he won't even look at the destruction caused by the fight between righteous people.

When something like this happens, as long as the two parties fighting are not demonic heretics, they will not be condemned by the outside world, nor will they feel guilty for the damage they have caused.

Because it's so common for them, it's the same for everyone, it's become the norm.

However, just because everyone is like this doesn’t mean it’s right, and normalcy doesn’t mean it’s right.

The original owner and these people lying here were the victims of a fight.

The original owner and her parents lived in an ordinary mountain village. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset every day. Although their life was not rich, it was undoubtedly happy.

The other people lying here are from the village next door to the original owner, and the two villages are not far apart.

One day half a month ago, two Taoist monks who came from nowhere got into a fight on the mountain behind the two villages.

The fights between cultivators have always been earth-shattering. The two people fighting this time were probably of high cultivation, so the movement was naturally even louder.

How big is it exactly?

In other words, half of the top of the mountain was flattened and most of the trees on the mountain were uprooted.

As luck would have it, two days after the two men left after the fight, it rained heavily for days.

The mountains have been flattened, and the trees have been uprooted. If we encounter continuous heavy rains for days, you can imagine the terrible consequences.

Late at night, a mudslide came quietly in the villagers' sleep.

Because the original owner's village was closer to the foot of the mountain, no one except the original owner survived.

The reason why the original owner survived was because the original owner's family lived at the entrance of the village, further away from the foot of the mountain.

But even so, the parents of the original owner were still buried in the mudslide to protect the original owner.

The other village was further away from the foot of the mountain, but most of them escaped.

At this time, the original owner and these villagers were on the run.

They will definitely not be able to return to their original village, and they will have to find another place to settle down.

But where can a group of ordinary people with no money or even a drink to live find a place to stay?

Probably the best place to stay is to go to the bigger towns and find a job or be a beggar. As long as you can survive, that's good.

The original owner had been following them for seven or eight days.

Because there was nothing to eat or drink, they had to follow the mountains even when going to a larger town, because it was midsummer, and at this time, the mountains could keep them full.

After all, the original owner was still too young and had no parents to protect him. After persisting for seven or eight days, he finally failed and died silently due to a high fever.

No wonder she felt hungry and in pain when she came in, along with weakness and dizziness. Who would be dizzy if someone with a high fever doesn't feel dizzy?

After sorting out these things, Sancho lay down on his back and took a nap first until dawn.

Because his body was always in extreme hunger and he was lying on the painful mud, Sancho had an uneasy sleep and woke up at dawn.

There were quite a few people who had woken up at this time. Judging from their numb faces and the way they touched their stomachs, it was most likely that they were woken up by hunger.

Sancho raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was still hot.

This body will not become particularly resistant just because she has passed through it. If she does not want to die and return to Aquamarine as soon as she passes through it, she must find food to satisfy her hunger and herbs to cure high fever now.

Guessing that these people would not be on their way soon, Sancho climbed up with difficulty and staggered deeper into the woods in the dim light of day.

Those who were awake saw her leaving and her staggering steps, but no one gave any reaction.

We all know that the Ni Bodhisattva is in danger of crossing the river. Who has the extra time to help this little girl?

Even if they have the heart, they don't have the power.

Because she was worried that the villagers would leave if she returned too late, and she didn't know the way, Sancho didn't dare to stay too long. He picked some herbs and a few sour fruits and hurried back to the hillside.

When she returned, the villagers had already gotten up and seemed to be setting off on their way now. Sancho was secretly glad that he came back quickly and almost missed them.

Holding the herbs in his arms, Sancho endured the discomfort caused by the high fever and tried to keep up with the villagers, while stuffing the sour and unpalatable fruits into his mouth with a grimace.

The villagers didn't walk fast. After all, everyone was very hungry, so even if they wanted to walk fast, it was impossible. But even so, Sancho struggled to follow. By the time they took a break at noon, Sancho was already out of breath from exhaustion. .

However, the body temperature dropped a bit due to perspiration.

Because there was no stove, Sancho picked herbs that could be eaten raw. Of course, the effect was not good, and the taste was weird and disgusting, but she still forced herself to swallow it.

After another two or three days, which were so painful that one couldn't help but wonder if they would be relieved if they died, everyone finally saw the shadow of the town.

Perhaps because they saw hope, the numbness on everyone's faces faded a bit, and they stiffly pulled the corners of their mouths to express their joy.

Sancho sincerely showed a big smile. It would be great if he entered the city. No matter what he did, it would be better than sleeping in the open air.

Sorry, it's my fault. I played for more than ten minutes. Although I didn't work overtime today, I was delayed by something at home in the evening. I'm sorry. I apologize. I promise that it won't be like this tomorrow.

Good night babies.