Train Survival: I can copy randomly

Song Ying walked for about half an hour before she realized that the snow around her was getting thinner and thinner, and there were obvious traces of people, and it was obvious that it had been cleaned up.

She put away the shovel and walked along the path that had been cleared. In fact, she could use skates, but she was not familiar with the place and rushing around randomly would easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

The trees here are tall and straight pine trees, which look green even on snowy days. Song Ying is not from the north and has never seen such pine trees. He stood under the tree and watched for a long time.

There is only one road to go at the moment. Song Ying doesn't care where it leads to. She just goes directly in the direction of the parchment scroll and the small flower. At least she can make sure that the direction is correct.

She put the knife in her backpack, with part of the handle exposed, making it convenient for Song Ying to take the knife.

When entering the event, Song Ying held the knife in her hand. She had put it away when she took the shovel before, which made it convenient to take the tools and hide herself.

Along the way, Song Ying saw nothing but pine trees. Logically speaking, no one could clear such a long road in such an uninhabited place. There was only one possibility that this road was left for her by Hei Dou.

After having this thought, Song Ying walked more cautiously and opened all his senses, but he could only feel the sound of wind and the smell of ice and snow mixed with pine trees. He did not see any other animals, let alone people.

After walking for a while, Song Ying found that she seemed to have walked into a village, because she passed by an archway. The archway was very old and had been destroyed, and the words on it could no longer be recognized in the wind and rain.

Song Ying had a bad feeling when she walked in here, but there was no way out. After she walked into the archway, the road she came from disappeared and the outside was shrouded in fog.

This place is very close to the location of the small flower on the parchment scroll. Since there is no way to retreat, Song Ying can only walk towards the village.

Not long after passing the archway, we saw more houses around it, but these houses were all dilapidated and did not look like they were inhabited at all from the outside.

After walking for a while, Song Ying heard a different sound, like a drum. Following the sound, he found that these houses were basically made of mud and straw, and the roofs were also basically made of straw. There were no tiles to be seen.

When we were almost at the center of the village, the frozen dirt road turned into a stone road, and the stones were chiseled very flat.

Song Ying was a little curious and squatted down to look for a while, and found that the stone slabs here were not real stone slabs, but stone bricks. The part in the soil was at least 10 centimeters, and only a little bit was exposed outside the soil, making it look like stone slabs.

Walking forward along the stone road, a blue brick and tile house appeared in front of Song Ying. The drum sound he heard before came from inside.

Song Ying did not dare to be careless and covered her body with an invisible cloak and walked towards the blue brick house. The cave door over there was open and the whole room was hung with red cloth and red lanterns.

That kind of red looks dazzling even during the day, and this area looks out of place compared to the entire village.

Even if this family was a wealthy landlord, the feeling of being there was still too awkward. As they approached the gate of the courtyard, they saw more than a dozen people standing in the courtyard. In the middle was an altar with some fruits and food on it. A red candle was burning on the side, and three incense sticks were placed side by side in the middle of the incense burner.

Song Ying discovered something unusual. This incense produced no smoke. It cannot be said that there was no smoke at all. It can only be said that the smoke disappeared as soon as it appeared. It looked like it was directly sucked away.

There was a man in front of the altar wearing strange clothes. The sword in the hand of this neither monk nor Taoist was not the usual peach wood sword, but a pitch-black sword. The sound of the sword passing through the air should be that of an iron sword.

It looked like a ritual was being performed here, but the person performing the ritual looked very strange. Song Ying did not dare to say anything because this was the location of the flower on the parchment scroll.

This is the place where the fog of the map is solved. So far, nothing related to flowers can be seen. There is only a bare tree in front of the altar. This ritual looks like it is to pray for the soul of the tree.

There were three people standing behind the wizard, very young children, all boys, wearing very little, two pieces of clothing at most, and they were standing there shivering.

Behind the children were a few elderly people. Song Ying couldn't see their expressions from where he was, but he saw that their hands were on the shoulders of the children in front of them, forcing the three children not to move around or run away.

Behind these old people were middle-aged people who were not too old. Most of them were men, and there were also a few women among them who lowered their heads and seemed to be crying.

There were about 30 people present, and except for the wizard, everyone else was wearing tattered coarse cloth clothes.

The mage was still chanting something. Song Ying heard it clearly but had no idea what he was chanting. It didn't sound like a dialect or normal language. This behavior, which sounded like chanting a spell, made Song Ying frown.

What she really feared the most were these things. If they were all fake, it would be fine, but she had experienced so much and knew that anything was possible in this world.

While the wizard was chanting, he suddenly pulled a child over, and in such a hurry that the old man who was holding the child down was also pulled out. The old man was frightened and immediately shrank back.

The child was so frightened at this time that he could only stand there stupidly. The wizard's black sword was pressed against the child's brow. Bright red blood flowed out of the wound, running down the bridge of the nose and congealing at the tip of the nose.

The wound froze quickly in such a cold weather, and the wizard's sword went further inside, causing the wound to grow bigger and more blood to flow.

When Song Ying saw this, she actually wanted to save the child, but reason stopped her. There were too many people here, and even if they were all weak, they could not withstand the crowd.

She didn't know the wizard's background either, so she didn't dare to attack him. She could only bite herself hard to calm her congested brain.

The last blow of the sword went straight through the child's head, and blood flowed all over the ground. The strange thing was that the blood that would have coagulated before no longer froze and coagulated, but all flowed towards the tree.

Song Ying's clairvoyance could see clearly that after the blood was absorbed by the tree, tiny lines appeared on the trunk, as if the tree's blood vessels suddenly had blood and began to flow.

The wizard drew out his sword. The child had been frozen solid by then, and even without the sword's protection he did not fall down immediately.

Song Ying bit her lower lip to ensure that she would not make a sound, and just looked at the child who died there.