The weather on Penglai Island is very strange, the day is like spring, the climate is pleasant, the afternoon is like autumn, cool and cold, and at night, it actually snows.

In the side room, Su Dandan slept until midnight, and the maid who was on the night watch came back and called her up to change shifts.

After putting on her clothes, she ran to the main hall with her arms crossed, a thick layer of snow fell in front of the hall, her hands were red from the cold, and she looked at the bright moon in the sky, and was speechless for a long time.

It is said that the scenery of Penglai Xiandao is pleasant, but such a temperature difference change is inevitably too tossed, and in one day, it can be enjoyed over and over again in spring, summer, autumn and winter, which is also the characteristic of Xiandao.

She stood in the yard, covered her ears with her hands, stepped on the snow on the ground and walked forward, stepped out of a line, stepped on it, stepped on it near the foot of the wall, and on the white snow, there was a shocking red, like a cold plum, blooming in the snow.

She was stunned, her eyes looked ahead, and at the foot of the wall, a white figure was squatting there, making a beast-like sound in her throat, tearing and devouring, and the sound of bones being chewed was particularly clear in the courtyard, and under his feet, there was a pool of red blood.

"Click. He buried his head and bit down suddenly, and under the moonlight, Su Dandan finally saw clearly what he was biting, it was a person.

She was so frightened that she retreated, her feet crushing the snow, and the sound alarmed the white man, and he turned his head suddenly, and in the moonlight, his eyes were pitch black, but his face was as white as ashes, and his face was full of blood, and his cold teeth clenched at the flesh of the man, staring at her, and his throat made a sound like that of a beast.

He is a disciple of Penglai Island, and he is wearing the clothes of a disciple of Penglai, but his eyes are pitch black, and what he exudes is darkness like thick ink.

What is he? What is he?

It's not a monster, but it's not a human either, and there's a muddy darkness around him.

In the snow, her heart was pounding, confronting him, not daring to act rashly, she had no weapon in her hand, she was not sure that once she moved, she would be able to beat him.

However, he did not seem to intend to make a move, glared at her fiercely, suddenly retreated, turned around, jumped onto the roof, and fled as fast as he could.

"Stop!" she screamed, and she scurried after her.

Chasing that disciple, she ran fast on the roof, she thought that even if her light skills were not unmatched, but it was not easy to find a fish that she could match among the disciples of Penglai, but the person in front of her ran faster than her.

After him, over the hills and the palace, she chased to the depths of the mountain forest, followed the figure, through the intricate valley, towards the center of the valley, the huge valley towards the center of the depression, she stepped on the rocks and chased over, standing on the hillside, panting and looking around, the white-clothed disciple was long gone.

"Where is this?" she gasped, looking around strangely, the surrounding mountains and forests were pitch black, and she saw that her heart was furious, and she rubbed her arms, "Forget it, go back first." With that, she turned to go back the way she came.

Behind her, the darkness was swallowing, like thick ink frantically swept in, her heart was shocked, her eyes instantly turned black, and a loud shout came out: "Presumptuous!"

When the words landed, the whole valley echoed with that loud shout, that voice, very majestic. She was stunned, even she didn't understand why she shouted such a sentence.

Behind her, darkness retreated silently.

She turned, and there was nothing behind her, only a bottomless col.

"Strange. Puzzled, she turned away.