Chapter 488 (1/2)

She hurriedly ran over and squatted on the ground. The stream was about a foot long. The water was not big, but the water flow was very urgent. The water was also clear and bottomed out with the naked eye. This was the water flowing down from the mountain. It was not excessively polluted, so it was clean.

She put her hand into the water. The water was a little cold, but it was within the tolerable range.

Liu Liang painfully washed her hands and face, then picked up the water and drank. I don't know how much she drank. She felt that her stomach was going to be filled up. This was the stop. Then she took out a lot of empty bottles in the ring and gave them to the empty bottles in the morning. After the water was turned off, she stood up and continued to walk forward.

In fact, if Zeng had spoken, he would have chosen a place close to the water, that is, here, but there was obviously no trace of people living here, so he was not there.

So Liu Liang has to continue to move forward. She doesn't know how long she can go or how many roads she wants to go. She just knows that she has no other way except to keep walking and looking.

Just as she was about to leave, her steps stopped.

There seems to be something hanging there.

She twisted her face, but also picked up her toes and looked in a certain direction. It seemed that it was something, floating and floating. Wasn't it a ghost?

Why don't she go and see what the ghost looks like?

Others are afraid of ghosts and people. Liu Liang is absolutely bold. She is not afraid of people. She is also worthy of ghosts. People. She fights ghosts herself. She has never done anything harmful. Naturally, she is not afraid of ghosts coming to her door.

She approached it bit by bit until she stood in front of those things, but the world in front of her suddenly became hazy.

Until she blinked away the water mist in her eyes, she came to those floating things.

Of course, it's not a ghost or anything else. It's the sheets she bought. It's pure handmade sheets. She once met them outside and bought a lot. She knows that such pure handmade coarse cloth sheets are rarely available in the future.

Even if she could buy it, it might not be true, so she bought a lot at that time. It can be said that she almost didn't clear the small stall of others.

She also asked Zeng Xuxu to pack several, saying that if they travel in the future, they can use them. Whether it's in the hotel or on the train, it's not too clean. They'd better use their own sheets.

So she found it, didn't she?

She finally found him.

Just then, with a bang, there was a sound of landing behind him.

Liu Liang turned her head and saw that Zeng Xubai, who was clean and not fat or thin, was standing behind her. Now Liu Liang, like the refugees who fled from nowhere, had broken, old, dirty clothes and no change. Her hair was in disorder. Originally, there were some thin and soft hair. Now 80% of her hair can't be combed.

She's more than just a refugee. She's like a beggar at all.

”Liang Liang...”

Zeng confessed that he didn't believe his eyes, ”Why are you here?”

Liu Liang sucked her nose. The iron bar in her hand also fell to the ground. She remembered what she had encountered along the way. She was thrown, caught in the rain, and even fell into the swamp. She didn't feel wronged and wanted to cry once, but why is it so uncomfortable now?

Zeng Xubai hurriedly came over and put her hand on her tangled hair.

”Why are you here?”