662 Winter Wonst Leave (2/2)

Today's lunch was broth and pancakes. Ning Que and Sangsang had more meat in the broth than any other in the tribe and the pancakes was a special treatment for them.

The mutton soup was cooked to milk-white with natural fragrance. Ning Que took a bowl of the soup as well as two pancakes. Then he told the woman to take the rest. He went into the tent, helped Sangsang sit up and fed her with the soaked pancakes.

Sangsang's face was less pale than when they were traveling and recovered her original color. However, she became worse instead of getting better. She had no appetite, so she shook her head and said, ”I'm full.”

”Take a little more.”

Ning Que put the bowl to her mouth and carefully fed her.

Sangsang suddenly coughed. She had suffered a lot from coughing these days.

The sounds echoed in the tent for a long time and she looked in pain. The soup she spat out was all over Ning Que's clothes and turned black after mixing with her blood.

Ning Que held her in his arms and stroked her back. He kissed on her forehead and whispered like singing a song until Sangsang calmed down and fell to sleep.

A Fire Fu was lit in the clay pot, warming the tent. Then it was suddenly pressed down by a cold air and became dim and cold like the pits of hell.

Looking at the frost on the pot, Ning Que took his fingers back and fell silent for a long time. Then he stretched his hands under the woollen blanket to hold Sangsang's cold feet, continuously rubbing them.

Until her little feet were warmed up, he changed his dirty clothes and wet underwear, and then went out of the tent.

He looked up at the dark clouds. Facing the sunshine, the frost on his eyelashes gradually melted into water.

Sangsang had become weaker and weaker. No matter the Haotian Divine Light or the Buddism Breath, they could no longer suppress or calm the frosty aura down.

More and more cold seeped throughout her thin body. Neither the hot wine nor talisman fire could warm her up. Her bed and clothes were all cold like ice, and the tent was like an icehouse.

The lady had moved to another tent days ago. Although the grass had become green, the ground under their tent was still frozen like in another world.

At this moment, the most worrisome, the most scary, the most disconsolate and the most helpless thing for him was Sangsang's disease.

If Sangsang could not be cured, even if the Desolate could beat the coalition of the West-Hill Divine Palace, even if he was invincible in the world, all would be meaningless.

It was one reason why he worked so hard to become stronger. More importantly, he wanted to find Sangsang a cure by reading Buddha's notes. Since the Desolate Man had the tradition of worshipping Yama, he did a lot of research.

At the sacrificial ceremony, the Desolate Men called Yama as Lord Guang Ming. It sounded so familiar for him that he must had read about it on some Buddha's note or Classics of Haotian Taoism. However, he had turned the note over and over again, and still could not find the reference.

As time passed by, summer was approaching. Sangsang's illness and Ning Que's emotions all went to the chill winter and were covered with ice and snow.