Chapter 115: My Dreams Are Very Accurate
Liu Mingxia couldn’t stand Bai You’s constant whining. His pessimistic words only added more pressure to their already tense situation.
“I’m not sharing this salt with your two families. If anyone else wants some, you’ll have to negotiate among yourselves. My family has enough for the three of us.”
Yu Haojie changed the subject, shifting their focus to the salt to stop them from scaring themselves further—even though he was just as worried.
“Alright. I’ll ask your elder brother later about how we should divide the salt. We’re all in this together; we can’t just take the salt and ignore the rest of the Yu family.”
After Liu Mingxia spoke, Bai You nodded in agreement. Yu Haojie glanced at them but said nothing more as he went to find Yu Zhengqing to relay the disturbing news they had just learned.
When Yu Zhengqing heard it, he immediately ordered the group to keep moving.
Earlier, they had been traveling slowly to avoid exhausting the horses. But now, with the potential danger looming behind them, they had no choice but to push forward as fast as possible.
After feeding the horses well, the men cracked their whips against the horses’ flanks, urging them into a full gallop.
However, each horse was pulling over two thousand pounds of weight. No matter how much they were whipped, their speed could only reach a maximum of ten to twenty kilometers per hour.
After four hours of continuous running, the horses were gasping for breath, utterly exhausted. Even when the whips struck their backs, they were too drained to move any faster.
Seeing this, Yu Zhengqing had no choice but to call for a stop.
Four hours of travel meant they had only covered about seventy or eighty miles.
“What’s the point of running? The danger is everywhere. Even if we escape those locals chasing us, there might be more trouble ahead. And even if we survive those dangers, once we reach the frontier and register with the government, we’ll still face new threats.
If you ask me, we should rest when needed and stay alert. We’ve already entered the wilderness—there’s danger everywhere.”
As they stopped, Yu Zhengqing gave no orders to set up camp immediately. Instead, he told everyone to gather firewood and prepare to rest for the night.
People chewed slowly on the dry rations they were given, trying to fill their stomachs. The icy wind howled, the land was covered in snow, and the children cried from the cold. Seeing this scene, Ye Jiamei, exhausted, didn’t want to move anymore. She analyzed their situation calmly.
Though they weren’t walking on foot, nighttime temperatures in the wilderness could drop to minus fifty degrees. Traveling under such conditions was nothing short of suicidal. She and her family wanted to live a little longer.
“She’s right,” Liu Mingxia agreed, his nose and ears numb from the cold. “Even as a grown man, I can barely stand it. Look at the elderly and the children—no matter how many layers they’re wearing, they’re still shivering.”
“Alright,” Yu Zhengqing finally relented. “The men will divide into three teams—one to set up tents, one to gather firewood, and one to keep watch.”
After giving his orders, Yu Zhengqing went to the supply cart to retrieve bows and arrows.
They had taken dozens of bows from the bandits, along with the bow Yu Luo had given him—which he still hadn’t returned. While most of their group lacked martial skills, many could at least use a bow for defense.
To avoid surprise attacks from wild beasts, they always set up camp beneath poplar trees. The trees’ straight trunks made it easier to escape upward if needed.
Since their encounter with the wild boar, Yu Zhengqing had made it a habit to carve steps into the trees in advance, ensuring a quick retreat if necessary.
All was calm.
After finishing two large pots of dumpling soup, the women returned to their tents to sleep. Outside, only the howling wind could be heard.
It almost felt as if all their fears had been imagined—until Yu Luo suddenly woke up screaming!
Her sharp cry echoed through the camp, jolting everyone awake.
“What’s wrong?! Xiao Luo, don’t scare me!”
Ye Jiamei quickly pulled her daughter into her arms. She touched Yu Luo’s forehead and found it drenched in sweat.
“A lot… so many wild beasts!” Yu Luo gasped. “I dreamt that so many of us were eaten. These beasts weren’t like the ones we’ve seen before. They looked even fiercer than tigers.
They had a single horn on their heads. One of them charged at me, its horn piercing straight through my chest. That’s when I woke up!”
The scene had been just like a monster horde from a fantasy novel.
The memory of being impaled by the beast’s horn sent shivers down Yu Luo’s spine. Even though she knew it was just a dream, the terror of it lingered.
Every detail of their brutal deaths—the pain, the expressions of agony on their faces—was still vivid in her mind.
“Ugh, you scared us!”
Yu Meiyao groaned, pulling her blanket back over her head. “It was just a dream! Go back to sleep.”
At the entrance of the tent, Yu Zhengqing and two men from the Liu family, who had been keeping watch, rushed inside at the sound of her scream.
Seeing the commotion, Ye Jiamei quickly apologized for disturbing them.
“No! My dreams are always accurate! Everyone, get up! Get dressed and climb the trees!”
At first, Yu Luo had dismissed it as just a nightmare. But then, her system spoke inside her mind:
[A pack of wild beasts is approaching! They are less than ten miles away! Seek shelter immediately!]
Her blood ran cold.
“Yu Luo, are you insane?” Yu Meiyao snapped. “Do you have any idea how cold it is outside? You’re trying to make everyone panic over a dream? If you want to go crazy, don’t drag us into it!”
