The forest is dimly lit and filled with fog, which can easily disorient.

When we got here, there was no road left, and there were tall trees and tangled vines everywhere, as well as countless poisonous snakes and beasts.

In just a few days, half of the 100 elite cavalry led by Commander Yan had been lost, and the remaining soldiers were also exhausted, and the horses and mounts could not get here, and most of the supplies were left outside.

Seeing that the night was getting thicker, Commander Yan looked at the sky and raised his hand to signal the team to stop: "Set up camp, recuperate here first, and then we will continue to rush tomorrow." ”

The soldiers stopped their busyness for a while, and soon a fire was lit, and everyone took out the dry food from their backpacks and swallowed it with water.

The night wind blew, and the fierce wind deflected the direction of the small fire, making it doubtful that the fire would be blown out alive.

After this wind passed, the fire continued to burn with great tenacity, and it was not affected in the slightest.

A young man crouched down and stepped forward: "Commander, how far are we from the Valley of No Return?" ”

Commander Yan looked around, sighed, and whispered, "Actually, we have already arrived nearby, but we haven't found the location of the enchantment. ”

Commander Yan was angry in his heart: "These people in the rivers and lakes just like to play tricks. ”

He picked up a stone and threw it into the distance: "Obviously he is a doctor who sees patients and saves people, but he hides the place so deeply, and sells his name, what kind of ghost doctor is it, just this ghost place, when the patient comes, won't he die early?" ”

The young man who leaned over to ask also sighed, and was about to say something, when suddenly a night breeze blew, and he pulled up his clothes, not to mention, it was really cold in this forest.

He stopped talking, and went back to his fire, and sat quietly with his eyes closed, trying to sleep in his sleep.

I closed my eyes for a while, but there was a squirming movement in the quiet night. He was startled, and quickly got up, feeling that the breath around him was not quite right.

He looked at Commander Yan, who stood up with a heavy face and stared into the depths of the trees not far away.

There, pairs of glow-green lights flickered, making people shudder, even when they were on the edge of the fire.

A terrible wolf howl crossed the night sky, and then a series of wolf howls sounded around it, faintly encircling everyone.

The soldiers drew their weapons and gathered together at a very fast speed, after all, they were well-trained elite cavalry soldiers, and they were not necessarily panicked in times of crisis.

The leading wolf was about to move, and the fierce light in the green wolf's eyes flashed, and it bared its sharp fangs, and spat out its long, bright red tongue, and the foul saliva dripped down, and its hind legs bent up, and pounced on everyone like a black lightning.

The wolves went forward one after another, and after a fierce battle, everyone forced the wolves to retreat, and the ground was sprinkled with wolf blood and fur, mixed with human blood and severed limbs, and the smell was overwhelming, and the blood was pungent.

It was already the second half of the night, and Commander Yan endured his grief and ordered: "Clean up, everyone take turns to rest, and continue to hurry at dawn!" ”

Under the tree, a soldier asked with a tired face: "There is a fire here, why do the wolves still come forward?" Doesn't it say that beasts are afraid of fire? ”

The companion next to him wiped the dried blood on his face and took over the conversation: "Maybe this is the weirdness of this place, maybe we are about to find a place." ”

He patted his companion's shoulder soothingly: "Don't think about it, let's have a good rest." ”

The soldier nodded, and relaxed, perhaps because his companion was by his side, and he leaned against the trunk of the tree in peace of mind, falling into a deep sleep.

The night was dotted with a silver moon and twinkling stars, obscured by the thick cascading canopy of the forest, and the shallow moonlight poured down like a silver veil, irregularly spreading on the young man's black hair like a flowing spring.

The cold moonlight reflected his delicate and cold features, and the young man sat on a high branch, the night wind carrying his snow-white clothes flying in the air.

The expression on his face was cold and haughty, and his narrow eyes looked coldly at the fire not far away, and the firelight was reflected in his dark eyes, especially with a hint of mocking malice that had not yet faded.

Seeing that the group of soldiers in the distance had survived this crisis, the young man's slender eyelashes drooped, and he loosened the small paper bag held on his fingertips, and let it go with the night wind.

A little of the fine powder stuck to the paper bag was carried out by the wind, and then it was swept away by the wind, and there was no trace.

A doctor who heals the sick and saves people? The corners of his mouth hooked up a sneering arc, how pitiful it was to be made like this by the doctor.

There was nothing to see now, and the boy jumped down from the branch in a boring way, like an elegant and light cat, and fell silently on the stump of the branches, and soon disappeared again.

The Changle Fang at night was as lively as ever, and now Zhao Qingnian, who was ordinary, was not worthy of sitting on the high platform now, she shrank in an inconspicuous corner and buried herself in playing the piano.

Cui Niang has a pair of discerning eyes, that day I saw that her piano skills were outstanding, and Jiaojiao was not feeling good recently and could not go on stage, so Cui Niang asked her to accompany her every night when the top Xuemei girl danced.

Zhao Qingnian stood up with the qin, feeling quite helpless, but he couldn't bear to refuse his mother's kindness, after all, he added more silver.

After Zhao Qingnian came to the stage, Cui Niang looked at the delicate room and sneered in her heart. Pretending to be sick with her? Dreaming, she Cui Yue just wants her to know, if you don't have that ability, don't learn to take Qiao!

When it was almost dawn and Changle Fang was about to close, Zhao Qingnian put away the piano and left through the back door.

In the delicate attic behind her, a delicate woman stood by the window, staring at her indignantly, and the embroidered handkerchief in her hand had been twisted by her.

There was also a woman who looked like a maid standing next to the woman, and kept saying bad things: "It was the yellow-haired girl who recommended herself to her mother when the girl was sick, and her mother asked her to take the girl's place." ”

"Heh, it's really unscrupulous, she, a young musician who has just arrived, dares to calculate on my head, and she really doesn't know the height of the sky."

Seeing this, the maid looked even more indignant for their girl: "That's not it, just her ugly appearance, what's the use of playing well, in the end, it's not that there is no man to look at her, how can it compare to our girl!" ”

The woman seemed to have a flash of inspiration: "Xiaoyun, you say, she should be punished for doing this way?" ”

"Of course, girl, you should let her learn a lesson!" The woman laughed, but the maid didn't know why: "Girl, what are you laughing at?" ”

"It's nothing Xiaoyun, by the way, since you also think she deserves to be punished, then ......" She motioned for Xiaoyun to step forward, Xiaoyun stepped forward with her ears, but after a while, she was shocked: "Girl... This ......"

Seeing that the maid was unwilling, the woman looked at her coldly: "Why, you have been loyal to me before, and you are not happy to ask you to do something?" ”

"No, no, how could it be, it's just that Xiaoyun is born with his hands, and I'm afraid of ruining the girl's business."

"It's okay, you just do it, anyway, you and I are in the same boat." The woman smiled and left the window leisurely.