The Spirit World

Chapter 716: Encounter with Feixue (Part )
The white snow is like a wedding, and the sparrows on the grave are like hemp.

The sky is vast, the earth is boundless, and life has no hiding place.

Chang Yufeng walked in the snow, coming in with black hair and leaving with pale hair...

There was the sound of rustling footsteps running in the snow.

"Brother... this guy looks poor and has no money..."

A man stood in front of the eldest brother, reminded him quietly, stood with a sword in hand, and lowered his body.

The eldest brother Huang Heihu was dressed in mink fur and had a half beard. He bent his knees, stretched out his thighs with his hands, and held a scraper half the length of his leg in his hand. He stared at the figure in the snow and spat in the snow. The snow turned into black smoke and rose into the sky.

"Can anyone walk across this Black Tiger Cliff? Catch them alive!"

The scraper pointed downwards, and the group of servants rushed forward quickly, like a swarm of bees, trampling the snow until it was stiff, making a sound of their jackets tearing.

Chang Yufeng walked forward slowly. His body was too weak, as if he had not eaten for a long time. He was pale and thin, and the jacket he wore was new, but also rare and torn, unlike the exquisite fur jackets made in the mountains.

Those servants started to move, standing in scattered postures on the four sides of Chang Yufeng, holding their sabers horizontally, and moving forward with their legs together, following Chang Yufeng slowly forward, like wolves and tigers.

"Stop!" Huang Heihu shouted, pulled the scraper to the ground, and dragged it to stand in front of Chang Yufeng. Chang Yufeng stood there, his facial expression expressionless, his white hair fluttering in the wind, every detail of it was clearly visible.

"Excuse me, who are you? How dare you come to Black Tiger Cliff?" Huang Heihu dragged the scraper forward and twisted his neck. The vast white snow burned his eyes: "Surround them, surround them."

Huang Heihu took out a blue pistol from his pocket with his left hand, and saw the servants surrounding Chang Yufeng, holding sabers across their arms and glaring at Chang Yufeng fiercely.

The rule of Black Tiger Cliff is to fight first and talk later.

Huang Heihu saw Chang Yufeng standing up, so he swung his wrist and hit Chang Yufeng on the head with a snap. Chang Yufeng was hit by the handle of the gun and fell to the ground with a thud.

"You bastard, you're not afraid at all!" Huang Heihu kicked Chang Yufeng in the stomach. Chang Yufeng rolled over in pain on the snow. He howled stiffly, as if he was tumbling over.

"Brother... idiot..." The follower watched Chang Yufeng tumbling to a stop. Although Chang Yufeng looked very painful, his expression was a little dazed. Perhaps the wind and snow had worn away his spiritual energy, leaving only a bit of daze.

Perhaps that was not daze, but a kind of clarity. He was no longer confused, and no longer had much of a discernible personality.

"A fool dares to come to Black Tiger Cliff..." Huang Heihu hit Chang Yufeng twice with his pistol, making Chang Yufeng's hands and feet tremble. Huang Heihu swung the gun again: "I thought the ghosts from the Justice Department were running towards me? You bastard, you worked in vain!"

Huang Heihu kicked Chang Yufeng again, kicking him out of the way again. His head hit the stone, making a cracking sound.

"Boss, here comes another one!"

The follower looked downward and walked north, riding a red coat and a white horse, moving in the wind.

"Damn it! Black Tiger Cliff is here to welcome guests today?"

Huang Heihu kicked again: "Throw the one you caught earlier and this one over the cliff."

"Brother, that man is dead!" The followers looked at the man in red clothes and on a white horse coming across the mountain. The wind and snow were terrified, and they moved mountains and cut trees!

"Then kill this one too!" Huang Heihu fired two shots, hitting Chang Yufeng's leg and arm, then slung the gun around his waist, stood up the scraper, nodded forward, and hit the stone hard with the scraper. The servants then ran towards the man in red and the white horse.

I saw the woman in red clothes and white horse galloping, leaving no trace on the snow. The snow was flying, and her hat and veil were also dancing in the wind.

A servant came to collect the body on his own initiative.

Chang Yufeng was dragged and his head hit a stone. The red snow spread and flowed down like a winding river. The servant who was dragging him exhaled, and white water vapor dissipated from his nostrils and rose into the sky.

“Tell me, what are you guys from the Justice Department doing here? You are so brainless… My eldest brother has been running around in this mountain for many years… Those heads of the Justice Department sent poor people like you here, and you have suffered a lot…” The servant turned his head to look at the calm Chang Yufeng. He looked at the sky. The vast snow fell from the ground and floated past his eyes, making his eyes hurt.

"Ah……"

The servant went to see the brothers who had already reached the mountain pass and touched his nose. His cold hands touched the hot nose and he felt cold for a moment.

"Two people have died today. I'm afraid you will die here too... How unlucky... That's three people now... They sent people here even in the heavy snow. Why didn't the leader surnamed Li come in person? Why did he send you here to die?"

The fire was glowing, lighting up the entire cave.

The servant touched his face, looked at Chang Yufeng, and threw his legs inside. Chang Yufeng was looking at the top of the cave with one eye drooping, as if he was about to die, and he had lost his expression.

He sighed, sat on the ground, threw the bones on the ground away, put his hand on Chang Yufeng's eyes, stroked them down, and was about to close his eyes that were open to death.

But Chang Yufeng couldn't close his eyes. The servant's hands passed by with heat, brushing Chang Yufeng's slight breath.

"Not dead yet..."

An old woman took some firewood and piled it on the ground, then snorted.

"Tongniang, another one died..." The servant scratched his messy hair, and a louse jumped out, and he scratched it hard again.

"It would be better to die... It would be painful if you don't die!" Tong Niang placed a basin of hot water next to Chang Yufeng's head and began to wipe his body.

"That's right... it's better if it's dead..." The servant buttoned up the clothes with several holes in them, suddenly scratched the hole, pulled out the louse, and threw it into the fire with force.

"You're still talking nonsense here. Go get a knife!" Tong Niang took off Chang Yufeng's shoes, revealing his skinny big feet.

"Today, in winter, we have meat to eat, and it all depends on you."

Tong Niang slowly pulled up Chang Yufeng's trouser legs: "Don't blame us, if you want to blame someone, blame those damned Justice Department for sending you here alone!"

The servant took the knife, and Tong Niang slowly cleaned Chang Yufeng's left leg.

Chang Yufeng's left leg has little hair, just white flesh and blood vessels that can rarely be seen.

"The knife is coming..."

The servant happily handed the knife to Tongniang, who took it quickly, grinned, and raised it up!
"stop!"

A voice shouted, and Tongniang's blade was fixed.

The servant and Tongniang were frightened.

"You guys! Damn youkai! Look at the sword!"

A bloody man jumped out of the dark cave!
A blood-red long sword, like a flying sword! Shining with golden light!
"Damn it!" Tongniang raised the knife, stood up, and rang a bell!
Duang! Duang! Duang!

"There's a Taoist priest rushing into the mansion! Why don't you show yourself quickly?!"

After the three sounds, the cave was filled with rumbling thunder, strange screams, shrill and ear-splitting, burning people’s eyes and ears!

Suddenly, the scarlet light in the cave was like a pillar, and the purple air was shining brightly. There were thousands of cries, foxes barking, and insects sneezing.

Inside the cave, there were piles of bones as white as emerald stones and stalactites of various colors, which illuminated the nine heavens like a prison and stank beyond belief.

(End of this chapter)