long night walk

Chen Xiaolan breathed out a breath of cold air, but shook her head to reject Meng Zifei's kindness:

"Master, you haven't been in good health for the past few days, so don't waste your spiritual power on me."

Among the cold mountains, the heavy clouds rushing down low on the swaying treetops, and occasionally there are cold stars falling down from the night sky.

This phenomenon made Mencius frowned, and hid himself in the shadow of dense forest leaves.

He looked thoughtfully at the dots of light spots and stars falling on the snow, his face was as pale as paper, and there was a thick layer of shadows under his eyes.

Meng Zifei could only barely stand crookedly leaning against Dongshu, looking very bad.

It is clear that the snow is heavy and cold at the moment, but there is cold sweat oozing from the forehead.

The wind-blown hair on the sideburns was stuck to the thin cheeks with sweat, and soon froze into ice in the cold wind.

He seemed to be in a daze for a long time before he realized what Chen Xiaolan said just now.

Mencius stared sideways at the girl in the wind and snow. In this harsh snowy night, a deep chill flashed in his eyes.

Meng Zifei suddenly asked softly, "How did Xiao Lan know that Master has been in poor health for the past few days?"

Meng Zifei's face was hidden in the shadow under the shadow of the tree, listening to his warm voice as before, Chen Xiaolan didn't notice anything strange.

She rolled her eyes angrily, and said: "Master, I'm not blind, your face is as pale as a ghost, and you are panting when you speak.

Not to mention practitioners, but normal adult men, who is like you? "

At that time, the wind in the mountains was blowing stronger.

Chen Xiaolan shuddered, wrapped her fur clothes tighter, and rubbed her face that was frozen by the wind and snow.

"Master, it's not a good habit to hide your illness and avoid doctors. You said that you get sick once a month, and you don't know which fairy doctor you want to show you?

If it goes on like this, even a body made of iron will not be able to resist it.

Tu'er is still young now, it doesn't matter if he can't catch up with the Sea God Festival in Shifang City this year, it will be the same again next year.

Besides, Xiaolan's aptitude is dull, and she missed the spiritual root auction in the dark city.

With such unlucky luck, I feel that there is no hope of awakening the talisman.

Master, you see that the snow is getting bigger and bigger, why don't we find a cave to avoid the snow and go to Shifang City tomorrow.

I heard that many important figures will go to the Shifang City Auction Conference. If you can meet the Lord Lin Xi of Cangwu Palace, she is proficient in medical skills.

Maybe if you are lucky enough, you can ask her to show you your body, Master. With her ability, she will definitely be able to cure the chronic diseases of Master. "

Chen Xiaolan babbled there for a long time, and suddenly there was a soft 'click', and a puff of snow accumulated on the thick snow branches fell down, dousing the torch in Meng Zifei's hand.

The contours of his half-light and dark face were completely swallowed by darkness, and there was a faint scent of blood in the howling cold wind.

Under the tree, the man's clothes were blown by the strong wind, he suddenly coughed and walked out of the shadows.

The torch in his hand suddenly ignited spontaneously without fire, and the side face reflecting him was eerily quiet.

Chen Xiaolan finally noticed something was wrong, looking at Meng Zifei who had a completely different temperament from before, for some reason, she felt a little uneasy.

She took half a step back uncontrollably, and murmured: "Master...Master? What's wrong with you?"

Mencius coughed and coughed, and blood came out from the corner of his lips.

He wiped the blood off his lips as if nothing had happened, and said with low eyes: "Xiao Lan, I underestimated you, you have been by my side for so many years.

Today is just the first time that I have shown fatigue in front of you, and you have already seen that I am suffering from a long-standing illness, which is really powerful. "

"boom!

"

The torch in Meng Zifei's hand suddenly burst into flames, and his pale face flickered in and out of the blazing flames.

The wide sleeves kept moving, and suddenly there was a rapid and sharp sound of strings in the wind and snow, which pierced Chen Xiaolan's eardrums with unbearable pain.

She screamed in pain, unable to react in time, only to see that the space in front of her eyes seemed to be distorted by several transparent and sharp traces.

A sharp and cold breath came towards him, and the desire to vomit squeezed his stomach.

Under the pain of intense discomfort, her body, which had been stretched to the limit in the wind and cold, couldn't help but soften, and she bent down abruptly, with a wow sound.

He vomited out all the fruit and food he ate at night.

But this physical reaction also saved her life.

Buzz -- boom!

Chen Xiaolan was still in shock, when she heard the movement behind her, she turned her eyes pale with a pale face.

I saw a huge snow-covered boulder on the mountain road when I came here, as if it had been cut to pieces by countless invisible and invisible silk threads, and it collapsed with a bang.

Under the snow and dust, her expression began to twist and panic, and she looked at Meng Zifei in disbelief: "Master, are you crazy?!"

The whole thought seems to be frozen and solidified by this snowy and chaotic night.

Looking at that gentle and modest face on weekdays, Chen Xiaolan's inner fear could not be suppressed.

Her limbs were stiff and her body was trembling. She couldn't understand what she had done to make Mencius react like this.

The master who was willing to risk a disease outbreak, give up Yujian, and take her across the mountains to participate in the Sea God Festival in Shifang City to help her awaken the talisman...

He wanted to kill her!
Like the invisible silk thread dancing in the air, it quickly returned to Meng Zifei's hanging fingertips.

The old illness broke out but he still had to use his spiritual power forcibly, which gradually made his face look ashamed.

But even so, Chen Xiaolan, a mortal with no spiritual roots but a shallow cultivation base, was helpless in front of him.

Mencius moved his fingers lightly, and the stringed sounds in the air turned into bursts of high-frequency buzzing sounds.

"Om..."

The transparent silk thread fluttered and twisted in the wind, suddenly tightening Chen Xiaolan's slender neck.

The crimson liquid dyed the invisible silk thread into a slender and sharp outline, and when the wind and snow blew, numerous tiny blood-colored ice edges hung on it.

Chen Xiaolan's neck was in pain, and she could no longer utter a sound. She could only look at Meng Zifei with terrified and helpless eyes, full of pity.

The cold wind in the desolate snow-capped mountains in the wilderness became stronger again.

For some unknown reason, Mencius didn't immediately cut off the girl's neck. He staggered step by step and walked in front of Chen Xiaolan.

He used a torch to illuminate the fear and helplessness in her eyes more clearly.

A man's sigh echoed in the whistling wind and snow:

"I don't want to kill you, but Xiao Lan, sometimes being too careful is not a good thing."

After finishing speaking, his hanging fingers slowly bent, and the invisible filaments gradually gathered, cutting open her skin sharply, leaving pools of blood.

The hunting wind and snow were blowing, as if someone was crying sadly.

Chen Xiaolan knew that there was absolutely no life to speak of today, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from her eyes closed in despair.

In the cloud and moonlight that was blown away by the strong wind, the girl's tears were particularly poignant and moving.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
"

On the verge of death, Chen Xiaolan heard the screams and screams of the man in front of her who was hurt like a beast.

The silk thread tightly strangled around the neck suddenly loosened, and icy cold air suddenly poured into the chest cavity.

Chen Xiaolan was like a fish that was about to die of thirst and suddenly dipped into a handful of clear springs.

She took a wild breath, her body limp on the ground, breathing rapidly, wandering on the line of death for a moment, she seemed to taste unprecedented fear.

Her body couldn't help trembling in fear, trembling like a sieve, and the slender frame of her body seemed to be shaken apart.

She didn't even care about the bleeding injury on her neck, her eyes were red, and she covered her mouth tightly with one hand, so that she didn't let herself break down and yell out.

Until the heart-piercing screams did not stop for a moment, she realized that she did not have auditory hallucinations.

Chen Xiaolan raised her head in panic and bewilderment, but saw an extremely terrifying scene.

As if the gods intended to punish him for the cruel act he had just committed, the clouds in the sky that had been overcast not long ago were thinned by the wind.

The sparse starlight and moonlight poured down on Meng Zifei's body, but it seemed to be extremely corrosive.

He was pumping and rolling on the snow, like an earthworm that had been cut off in the middle, doing the swimming of a trapped beast.

The posture is ferocious, the cheeks are festered, and the flesh and blood are falling loosely like basil and snow on the branches.

The normally gentle and handsome face suddenly loosened like a faded skin painted by a ghost.

The exposed bright red facial muscles are mixed with fat and veins the size of grains of rice, and the white bones under the opened muscles can be vaguely seen.

A large amount of terrifying bright red liquid overflowed from under his blue clothes, rolling and screaming as Mencius struggled.

Pieces of flesh and blood shook out from his cuffs exuding a stench and rot.

The hair crown has long since fallen off, and the black hair is scattered like a dandelion that has bloomed.

As soon as the wind blew, the scalp was flipped up ferociously, revealing the dark red and white skull.

Even if she followed Mencius all the way to catch ghosts and subdue demons, when did Chen Xiaolan experience such a terrifying thing?

What's more, the person whose flesh and blood are falling off at this moment is her most trusted master, Mencius Fei.

This is simply a nightmare!
Chen Xiaolan tightly choked her thigh, and under the severe pain, she didn't let herself faint from the shock of the scene before her.

She pursed her lips tightly, tears streaming out of her eyes uncontrollably.

But fortunately, he was not completely irrational by being frightened.

She had already guessed that Mo Yue's "ancient disease" touched Meng Zifei's backlash.

Since it is an old disease, it means that things like today often happened in the past.

Ordinary people are festering all over their bodies, their flesh and blood are decomposing and falling into bones, and they must not be able to live again, but Meng Zifei is like a normal person on weekdays, and there is no trace of it.

Chen Xiaolan is not a mediocre mortal who didn't know anything in the past, but also knows a lot of knowledge in cultivating Taoism.

Meng Zifei's appearance was more like a curse than a disease.

After Bao Buqi suffered such inhuman pain tonight, he will return to his original state.

If she doesn't leave by then, I'm afraid she won't be as lucky as before.

Chen Xiaolan kicked Meng Zifei away with both hands and feet, only thinking that her life was picked up from the hands of God.

Terrified and trembling, she got up in a panic, and ran away towards the road she came down the mountain.

When she escaped, Chen Xiaolan didn't know what kind of psychology she had, but she dared to be bold.

Looking back, I took one last look and fell in the snow, unable to struggle, covered in blood, and pieces of meat were scattered everywhere.

His originally tall figure was now half-thin, and he collapsed there like a skeleton.

If it wasn't for the occasional slap or two, it would really be no different from a dead body.

Chen Xiaolan's heart twitched, maybe her heart was paralyzed by fear, and she couldn't describe what kind of mood she was feeling at the moment.

She vigorously wiped away the wet and cold tears on her cheeks, leaving a series of messy footprints on the ground in the wind and snow, and fled here by rolling and crawling.

Cangshan Mountain was covered with snow, and the sky was covered with heavy snow. Although there were stars and bright moons corresponding to the sky, the sky was still very cold.

The cold wind fluttered in the night sky like countless sharp swords, slashing his cheeks, and the screams of the wind filled his ears.

The tears gushing out of Chen Xiaolan's face could not be wiped away, she sobbed in despair.

I just felt that for a while, I really came to the end of the road.

Although the journey is far away, there are people with us.

When returning home, the mountain road is endless, as if it is an endless nightmare that cannot be escaped no matter what.

She couldn't understand why Mencius Fei, who had always been gentle and refined, had such an incomprehensible side like a devil.

With her mind intertwined and her vision confused, Chen Xiaolan did not see clearly the snowy road under her feet.

Suddenly her foot was in the air, her eyes widened in horror, and her body rolled down the slope of the mountain.

It wasn't until she fell into a soft and thick meadow covered with snow that Chen Xiaolan could feel the reality of being alive.

She was lying in the snow, panting, her throat sore and unbearable, wrapped in thick fox fur.

His body, which was numb from the cold, gradually became warmer under the residual heat of the fire talisman in the fox fur.

The tears that had stopped bursting out again in an instant.

Chen Xiaolan seemed to be greatly stimulated by that warmth.

She stood up, took off the fox fur with all her strength, and tore off the fire talismans attached to her clothes one by one, tearing them to pieces.

But even so, he still couldn't suppress the fear in his heart.

Going down the mountain... She must go down the mountain as soon as possible, away from that demon.

You have to stay as far away from him as possible.

She wanted to go back to the mountain and tell the mountain god, sister Lin Yuan, and that person everything she saw.

Mencius was by no means the pure and good person they saw on the surface, he must have had other plans when he approached the mountain!
"Ow!
"

A shrill wolf howl interrupted Chen Xiaolan's thoughts.

She was startled suddenly, and when she looked up, she could hear the sound of countless wild wolves grinding their paws and sprinting in the forest and bushes.

Chen Xiaolan's hands and feet were cold, but in this barren mountain and wild ridge, listening to the howling of wild wolves, she felt inexplicably at ease.

Compared with Mencius Fei, what are these wild wolves to fear?
She smiled self-deprecatingly.

During this journey, she knew that there were a pack of wolves dying in this snow-capped mountain.

It's just that there is Mencius Fei leading the way in front of him. He is a practitioner, and creatures with sensitive nature like wild wolves are extremely afraid of his breath and avoid him far away.

Today, without Mencius Fei, the road down the mountain is still difficult.

But Chen Xiaolan still has the talisman that she drew when she was doing her homework.

As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke these wolves, it is more than enough to protect yourself.