The northern side of the earth, the cold Siberian region.

The snow has long covered the area, and the lush woods rustle with gusts of wind.

The little girl was wearing a thick coat and stood at the door looking at her mother with eager eyes, and the big brown and yellow dog with long hair kept circling around the little girl.

"Are you going out to play?" said the little girl's mother, wearing baking gloves and holding a large baking tray in her hand.

"The snow is so thick outside!" the little girl's eyes seemed to glow.

"Are you wearing thick clothes?" the mother put the baking tray on the table, removed her gloves, and reached out to touch the little girl's clothes.

"Don't go too far from the house," the mother said, holding her little face, "and don't run into the woods." ”

The little girl nodded, then pushed the door open and ran out without looking back. Her big dog also ran out with her.

The mother walked to the window and watched the little girl and the big dog roll in the snow, laughing and reaching for her baking gloves.

"She's so energetic. "Near the fireplace, the little girl's father was reading the newspaper, his round belly standing high.

The little girl swims in the snow like a fish. The big dog around him has also regained its former vitality, perhaps because it has been at home for a long time, and its body, which has become weak under the smoke of the fireplace all day long, has finally become full of tenacity after being stimulated by the cold snow.

There was no one around, and the little girl's home was located at the intersection of the forest and the town, and sometimes you could even see the stupid bear dragging its heavy body slowly past their house.

Suddenly, the big dog's head protruded from the snow, like a submarine tube mirror peeking out of the sea.

"What's wrong?" the little girl stepped forward to pet the dog's head.

The dog barked hard at the woods over there.

The little girl's gaze moved to the woods as the dog barked.

The woods looked like a pair of eyes, looking at the little girl and the dog beside her with a deep gaze.

Suddenly there was silence.

Slowly, a small sound sounded.

The sound is getting closer and louder.

It seems to be footsteps.

A figure came from the secluded forest. Although it was freezing cold, the person who came only wore a crisp black suit. The man had a smile on his face, and he looked like he was an American.

The little girl stood there and watched as the man approached step by step.

"Good morning. "The person who came spoke Russian. He crouched down gently, keeping his eyes level with the little girl.

"Hello. The little girl replied generously.

"Do you live here?"

The little girl nodded, turned back to her home, and said, "That's my home." ”

"Where's Mom and Dad?"

"Dad was reading the newspaper and Mom was going to make me cookies. ”

"You're so happy. ”

While they were talking, the big dog next to the little girl kept glaring at the smiling man.

"Would you like to ask you for a favor, uncle?" said the man, taking a plate of chocolate from his pocket and handing it to the little girl.

The little girl took the chocolate, but she was clearly more interested in the request of the person in front of her. What kind of help can she, a little girl, help?

"Uncle found a fawn in that forest," said the man, gesturing with his arms outstretched, "it's probably a fawn of this size, and it's wounded, but Uncle can't take it with him, because Uncle has to go somewhere else." ”

Hearing the word "fawn", and it was the kind of fawn that could be seen to be very immature in the man's gesture, the little girl's face immediately showed a look of surprise.

"Shall we go and bring it then?"

"Yes, yes," the man nodded, "Uncle wants you to go and fetch the fawn and take good care of it." ”

The little girl almost flew excitedly. She nodded quickly and tugged at the man's sleeve: "Then uncle, take me quickly, take me quickly." ”

The man laughed and got up.

But the big dog didn't think so—seeing that the intimidation was ineffective, he had to bite the hem of the little girl's clothes and whine pitifully, as if begging the little girl not to go to the forest.

"Don't drag me, I'm going to see the fawn!" the little girl, apparently "deer obsessed", slapped the big dog's head vigorously, trying to make it loosen.

The man looked at the dog with a smile.

The big dog also glared at him with fierce eyes.

A second later, the big dog suddenly let go of his mouth with a grief, and turned and ran towards the other side of the house, almost as if his heart and gall were broken.

The little girl looked at her dog suspiciously, what was the matter?

The man leaned over and looked at her, "Let's go." ”

Thinking of the fawn, the little girl nodded happily and followed the man towards the forest.

The aroma of the biscuits arched out through the cracks in the oven. The woman turned on the oven and brought out the golden biscuits from the baking tray.

The man who smelled the fragrance spun around like a UFO and flew to the woman's side: "Oh my God, you're such a good mother. As he spoke, his big hand reached out to the cute little biscuits.

But his hand was hit hard by his wife.

"I'm a good wife, too," the woman reached out and touched the man's chin, "go and call Agata back, wash your hands before letting you eat." ”

The man rolled his eyes helplessly, and squeezed out many layers of forehead lines on his forehead: "Okay, okay, my good wife." With that, he kissed his wife on the cheek and turned to go to the house to get his clothes.

Suddenly, the shrill howl of the big dog came.

"Oh my God!" the wife looked out of the window into the snow—the little girl's footprints stretched from the doorway into the forest.

"Igor!

"What's wrong, darling?"

"Agata is going to the woods!"

......

"Uncle, where is the fawn you are talking about?" the little girl was tired of walking, she looked up at the man, and somehow, she felt that the man in front of her was much taller than just now. Looking up along the man's tall and thin body, the tall birch pointed to the sky, dense and dazzling.

The man ignored her, just took her hand and walked deeper into the forest step by step.

"Uncle, I'm tired of walking. The little girl wanted to stop, but the man didn't seem to want to stop.

"Uncle!"

Still no response.

"Uncle!" the little girl waved and slapped the man.

The man finally turned his head, but his face frightened the little girl—the pale face had no features, no expression, not even nostrils, only slightly raised eyebrows and nosebones, like the indiscriminate plastic mannequins behind shop windows.

"Ah!" the little girl screamed in fright.

The man let go of his hand, and the girl stepped back.

At this time, the little girl finally realized that her illusion was not an illusion - the man at this time was almost three meters tall, and his slender arms and legs made him look like a huge black stick insect.

"Uncle!!" the little girl still cried out frantically, wishing that the man had just played a little joke on her.

Behind the man, more than a dozen black tentacles suddenly stretched out, winding and twisting, surrounding the slender ghost.

The little girl reached out to cover her eyes, and she was terrified.

The pale face tilted to the side, perhaps he didn't understand why the girl was so afraid. Perhaps it doesn't understand why everyone who sees him has a look of fear on their faces.

"Mommy!" the girl's body trembled violently.

The man's featureless face looked up at the sky. Immediately after, the black tentacles stabbed at the little girl.

There was a sharp popping sound in the air, and snow fell from the branches.

The girl felt a violent shaking. She opened her eyes, and the long, dark figure disappeared from view.

"Are you alright?" a soft, gentle greeting rang in her ears.

The poor little girl finally found herself in the arms of a man, and when she turned her head to look at it, she saw a pretty Asian face, but she spoke very standard Russian.

The little girl looked to the other side, and the terrifying, lanky ghost was standing in the distance, its black tentacles digging deep into the snow - apparently, the threat had not been removed, but had only become a little further away.

The black tentacles slowly retracted, and the pale face with no facial features twisted stiffly towards her.

"Ahh

"Oops, so you're here. Behind the black shadow, in a ring glowing with blue light, a young man in a camel-colored trench coat jumped down and landed lightly on the snow.

The strange man in the suit turned to look at the young man.

"Quite a few children were found dead on the edge of forests and swamps, and I thought you were extinct. The young man stretched out his hand, and a string of pale yellow points of light flew to the girl who was holding the child in her arms, and the little girl felt that her surroundings had become much warmer.

"You wear less, don't catch a cold. The young man lowered his hand and straightened his collar.

"You should be careful, too," the girl looked at the young man's confident smile, "Young Master." ”

A cold wind blew, and the young man nodded: "Don't worry." ”

Standing on top of the snow were none other than the nameless magician who had helped the stars before and his housekeeper Yishuang.

A small crack appears in the mouth of the black ghost, which slowly grows larger. Finally, the ghost opened his mouth. A blood-red mist disappeared into the cold, dry air.

As soon as the young man stretched out his hand, a dark green flame burst into his hand: "Tell me, why did you appear here again after disappearing for so long......"

The cracked mouth smiled bitterly.

"Slandans. ”

Although the body has become longer, the fitted suit has not been broken or deformed because of this. The "Slandan" as the young man called him straightened his chest and slowly closed his hideous mouth. made a very gentlemanly slight bow.

"What a greedy man," the Slandan's featureless face turned toward the young magician, a faint call from his chest, "Fire, poison, darkness, summoning ......"

Then, he raised his slender arms and hugged them to his chest, as if he had seen through the young man in front of him.

"Why," the young man smiled slightly, "you can see so much?"

"Oh," the Slanda said, raising his head, not answering his question, "I see, you little bastard. ”

The smile on the young man's face vanished.

"Please take back your words. The young magician pressed his left hand to the green flame in his right, and the light burst uncontrollably from his folded palms.

After the dazzling green light, an evil dragon wrapped in green poisonous fire stood beside the young man, his huge wings protecting him, and in the shadows, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"I will let you die without a place to bury. ”