As night fell, the wind and snow once again enveloped this remote mountain village full of ruins.

Because of the disaster during the day, almost half of the houses in the remote mountain village were destroyed by the wild boars, and only the few houses outside the village survived.

Under the arrangement of the old village chief, the surviving men lived together, while the women both lived in another area, and everyone hugged each other to keep warm, trying to survive this winter.

Even late at night, the faint moaning sound could still be heard from the houses around the distant mountain village, and the villagers who were seriously injured but could not die for a while, they were constantly enduring the pain.

Villagers with minor injuries that could not be properly treated because of insufficient medicine gradually fell asleep in pain, and some even died in the middle of the night without anyone noticing.

On this night, all the villagers of Yuanshan Village felt so small.

On the other side of the village, in the dilapidated and dilapidated mountain temple, a white-looking young scholar-like man was lying on the offering table with his eyes closed, while another little girl in a red jacket in the room was curled up next to the sculpture, breathing lightly and evenly, shivering from time to time due to the cold wind blowing outside the window.

Suddenly, a hole was blown in the wooden door of the mountain temple by a strong cold wind, and the mountain wind from the forest outside blew in with snowflakes, and for a moment the temperature in the room was like ice and snow.

The little girl in the red jacket curled up even more next to the sculpture of the mountain god, and even because of the cold, the little girl's two teeth were frozen unconsciously.

There was a squeaky sound from the offering table on the side, and then Zhang Ming, who was lying there with his eyes closed, didn't know when he had opened his eyes, and he laboriously lifted the torn cotton wool on his body.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew and he shivered, but Zhang Ming still tried to get up.

Zhang Ming was stunned on the icy and snowy ground outside the broken door panel.

As the eldest young master of the Zhang family, how could he have such a day?

After a long while, Zhang Ming slowly began to move his body, first he slowly moved his body off the table, and then his feet fell to the ground as if stepping on cotton.

Originally, Zhang Ming should be in a coma at this time, slowly cultivating his body, but the current scene made him have to take the initiative to stand up, following the sound of teeth fighting, Zhang Ming slowly walked to the little girl's side, at this moment Zhang Ming became no longer so stiff because of the movement of his body, he bent down and gently picked up the little girl.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ming thought that the little girl would be a little heavy, but this was not the case, Zhang Ming couldn't imagine at this time, why did this girl who was as light as a ball of cotton take herself down the mountain in the first place?

Seeing that the little girl in the red jacket was red from the cold, Zhang Ming struggled to lean over and hold the girl in the red jacket step by step to the front of the offering table, gently placed it on the offering table, and then gently covered the girl's body with the torn cotton wool.

Seeing that the little girl's two teeth were no longer fighting, Zhang Ming showed a smile.

Bump~

The broken wooden door clattered in the cold wind, and gusts of cold wind continued to pour into this small mountain temple, bringing one cold after another.

Zhang Ming, who was going to find a shelter to block the broken wooden board, didn't look around but found that the baffle, this mountain temple can be said to be a family with four walls, and there is nothing to use at all.

Zhang Ming sighed helplessly.

At this moment, Zhang Ming was like a staggering old man, staggering to the gate of the mountain temple, turned around and sat on the steps of the mountain temple, and blocked the clattering wooden board with his back.

The cold wind suddenly stopped pouring in, and the cold air in the room gradually returned to its original temperature with no follow-up cold wind.

Zhang Ming looked at the sleeping girl, smiled silently, and then tilted his head and continued to fall asleep.

"Tut-tut, rotten good man!"

Lin Jianghe, who was floating in the air, couldn't help but smash his mouth when he looked at Zhang Ming's series of actions.

......

The sun rose at dawn, and the snowstorm that had raged all night finally stopped, and the villagers of Yuanshan Village left their rooms one after another, and went out to look at the white expanse outside, and they were only at a loss at this time.

The catastrophe brought by yesterday was hidden under the heavy snowfall, the dark red blood was replaced by the snow-white snow, and the collapsed houses were covered with a thick layer of snow.

It was as if what happened last night had never happened at all, but at this time, the villagers who walked out of the house still saw endless sadness in each other's eyes.

"The old village chief is here!"

One voice draws everyone away.

The old village chief walked tremblingly in front of everyone, looked at the lifeless crowd and sighed.

"Everyone, let's eat first, I cooked some porridge with the others, and I'll talk about other things when I'm full!"

The old chief's words lifted the spirits of the sad men a little, and they followed the old chief towards the center of the village, while some of the women also called out and followed them.

These surviving villagers from the distant mountains walked towards the center of the village in a daze.

Hiss~

The villagers, who had not eaten for a day and a night, did not care about eating anything after getting the hot porridge, and for a while, many people were burned to the mouth by the hot porridge and hissed.

However, they were reluctant to spit out the hot porridge, but endured the pain and continued to swallow it.

The old village chief did not eat with them, but put down the bowl, thinking about yesterday's events constantly.

"Do you see the people under the plane tree?"

At this time, a man, that is, the burly man who led the villagers up the mountain, drank the soup in the bowl in three or two sips, and when he heard the question of the old village chief, he said hesitantly:

"Village chief, I have asked all the people in our village yesterday, no one has seen it, and we went to see it early this morning, and there are no other unfamiliar faces on the corpses covered by the snow,"

Hearing what some men said, the old village chief's forehead wrinkled into a figure-three.

"Let go of me, you let go of me!"

"They're deliberating about things, you can't go over and disturb them!"

A loud and shouting sound reached the ears of the old village chief.

The old head looked back and saw that it was the uncle and aunt of the little girl in red, but only two of them were as disgraced as the other villagers.

"Tell me something!"

Seeing the old village chief beckoning, the man and the woman no longer tore apart, but honestly walked to the village chief's side.

"I'm sorry village chief, my mother-in-law is crazy, I'll take her away!"

And the woman said as if she were mad:

"You have suffered a thousand knives, the injustice of our family's Bao'er's death is all caused by that little cheap hoof, if it weren't for her, so many people would not have died in our village, and our Xiaobao would not have died!"

Hearing that the woman in front of him continued to want to speak, the man next to him, who had always been submissive, actually raised his hand angrily and slapped the woman hard, slapping the woman directly to the ground, and blood was left from the corner of the woman's mouth.

"Crazy woman give me home!"

At this time, several men who were discussing with the old village chief felt that something was not right, so they stepped forward and grabbed two people, and the old village chief looked at the woman who was already a little crazy and subconsciously asked.

"You're saying this was rigged?"

The woman's eyes shone fiercely, like a beast mother with a dead cub, and once she seized an opportunity to take revenge, she would bite and not let go.

"I know you're all looking for that man under the sycamore tree, I know where he is, he's in the mountain temple outside the village, and it was that little hoof who brought him back!"

"And that man ruined our village! He also killed my little treasure! You go and kill him, everything will be fine if you kill him! He is the source of disaster, as long as he dies, everyone will be fine!"