The cold wind blew across the faces of every warrior, and there was not a single one whose face was not red, and the warriors slowly walked through the woods, no matter how lightly their feet fell, and the creaking of stepping into the snowdrift would not be less.

The snow fell last time for a day and a night, and a thick layer fell to cover the instep of the foot, raised his hand to wipe a handful of snot, the samurai shrank and stared around, I don't know whether they were vigilant or too cold to stretch, the breath in their mouths condensed into a white mist in front of them, through this layer of white, the wolf dog who also put on winter clothes to lead the way suddenly stopped.

Everyone's feet stopped, the already tense body was more stiff, Shi Nan led the wolf dog to walk in front, his posture was upright as if he was not invaded by the cold, his thick eyebrows frowned, and his intuition was wrong, and his thick arms were raised and he immediately ordered to retreat, and listened quietly with his ears on his ears, and soon retreated a hundred meters away, looking at the front and looking ahead.

Dots of white fell in front of me, and it was snowing again.

Slowly fell on their faces, turning into a drop of snow, unexpectedly cold, and their faces had already been frozen to the temperature of heaven and earth.

Everyone stood quietly in place, so that after a moment, those who didn't know thought they were enjoying the snow scene, Shi Nan's brows furrowed deeper, his arm was raised again, and before he could speak, there was a sudden movement in the right rear, and there was a commotion.

Brush.

Everyone drew their swords and turned around, looked up and down, and looked around, only the branches of the trees that had fallen a large piece of snow were shaking, and no black shadow could be found in the white, and their faces were slightly relaxed.

"Jiangbei, Chen Dong, a few of you, go forward, and the rest of you will stay with me for support."

Several Jiangbei responded to the voice, and the sound should be in unison, breaking the silence of the mountains and forests, and the echoes were interrupted by the crows that flapped their wings and left, and raised their eyes to see that they were indifferent to the white of not even a cloud, and slowly became a black dot, leaving a hoarse and desolate sound.

A few people slowly moved forward with their swords, the mountains and forests returned to silence, and the footsteps in their ears gradually faded.

Woof!

The wolf dog standing quietly at the feet of Shi Nan suddenly barked wildly, startling everyone, and a few Jiangbei who had walked out of more than two hundred meters heard it clearly, and immediately turned around to see that something was going on behind it, but when he turned around, he only pressed the branches of the snow and pressed the black shadow on it, as if the arrow from the bow shot straight behind a few people, and there was no movement at all, only the cold wind on the pavement blew a little bigger.

The samurai, who felt that something was wrong behind him, turned around and looked at it, facing the yellow yellow eyes, and before he could move, his throat was cold, and the cotton stand-up collar protecting his neck was cut with a knife, and the neck behind the stand-up collar was also cut in half.

Straight back and fell to the ground, those eyes, that mouth, still wide open, the rest of the samurai were shocked when they saw this, fortunately they stood scattered, otherwise they would have to fall to the ground together, only glanced at the slowly blood-red white, and immediately retreated and shouted.

"Yellow! Fall back! ”

Where is the chance of winning the race with Huang, the thick winter clothes on the body are already restricting movements, but the yellow like behind him is still the same outfit, the body is not shrunk, light and fast, as if people are in spring.

I didn't run two steps before I felt a strong wind behind my head, and I rolled forward and turned around, half-kneeling in the snow when I hit the yellow short knife, and the rest of the few afterglows skimmed the action of this warrior fighting with the yellow like a struggle, the silver teeth bited, turned the direction of the foot and suddenly jumped up and swung the knife forward.

Shi Nanben lowered his eyes and dragged the wolf dog who kept struggling to run, and suddenly raised his head immediately with a sudden sound in front of him.

The warrior on standby began to be restless, Jiang Bei ran back to Shi Nan without going to be entangled with Huang, panting and asking Shi Nan to order a retreat, listening to the sound of weapons in his ears became less and less, and the blood red in the distance seemed to be about to spread to his feet.

Shi Nan, who was still upright, did not speak immediately, turned to look at the restless warrior, and his face sank even more.

There are a total of fifty warriors, more than a dozen more than the team that was wiped out last time, and the odds of victory are less than two percent, how can it be possible to retreat and wait for Cai Wenxi's report and suggestion.

"Backup! The yellow must be taken down! ”

Shi Nan's eyes were resolute, and he drank in a deep voice, half of the warriors changed color, moved their steps and moved closer to Shi Nan, and opened their mouths to say that the mountain lord ordered not to fight with Huang, so inappropriate, but saw Shi Nan suddenly draw his sword and strode out, leaving only a deep sentence.

"Do you want to send these samurai to death? Huang Bang is right in front of you, don't you take revenge? ”

With the small petals of snowflakes scraped into the ears of the warriors, as if a fire was lit in their chests, their eyes burned one after another, the hilt of the sword in their hands was slowly tightened, and dozens of warriors all strode out, stepping on the scattered snow, only Jiangbei remained in place, chasing the figures of the warriors, clasping their hands, but suddenly turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Cai Wenxi is taking the samurai to the house of the mountain people at the foot of the mountain, the last time the samurai reported that the blood of the eyes can be used to practice secret arts, she was very curious, according to the yellow eye-catching human blood is to practice the secret art to protect the longevity to explore, the various books stolen by the yellow sixty years ago are very important, it is not easy to investigate over the years, and it is not easy to let go of the slightest.

After sitting in the mountain people's house for a morning, drinking two pots of tea, staring at the gray-haired old man in front of him and talking eloquently, dancing with his hands but excited, sometimes smiling awkwardly and echoing two sentences, holding charcoal sticks and not writing down two lines.

How powerful this secret book of ancestors is, but how difficult it is to practice, his eyes are shining as if he has seen this evil art performed with his own eyes, and he talked about it with a picture of sound and color, and he took tea to moisten his throat and suddenly sighed that it is evil art, and it is a good thing to lose it, otherwise it will harm the world.

Cai Wen lowered her eyes, the charcoal fire in this mountain people's house was prosperous, and there were a few crackling explosions in the charcoal basin, and she was a little sweaty, and her fingertips crossed the booklet to write, and the voice of the mountain people was no longer in her ears, and she quietly thought that this evil art could bring the dead back to life in addition to immortality, and raised her finger and knocked it slowly.

"Uncle, thank you Uncle for talking about this, but I still have a side task, I can't continue to stay here, I don't know if Uncle still knows which mountain ancestors on this mountain have cheats like this, if you know which family has been stolen by Huang like 60 years ago."

Cai Wenxi finally interrupted the person, the old man was stunned, his eyes were fixed on the stone bricks at his feet, his rough palm pinched his frizzy beard and thought, and with a snap, there was another spark in the charcoal basin, as if to give the uncle a reminder, the old man's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward and opened his eyes to Cai Wenxi, raising his arm and pointing to the left.

"I remember, I chatted with a few old men around me before, and the old grandson on the west side also mentioned it, specifically, I am old this year, I don't remember it really, just from me to the west of the third household to live, the samurai can go to him to ask."

Cai Wenxi quickly remembered according to the old man's words, hooked the corners of his mouth and thanked him with a slight smile, and told the old man to be careful of Huang, remember to go to the patrol warrior for help if something happens, open the door and call the cold wind blowing in front of her, suddenly shivered, wrinkled his face and sneezed.

This sound shocked the warriors who were patrolling outside, and Qi Qi turned his head to ask Cai Wenxi if she was not well with typhoid fever, or if she was frozen again, so she waved her hand again and again and said that it was okay, took out a handkerchief and twisted a handful of snot, and couldn't help but slander, the winter in this realm is too cold, colder than the winter of the young kite.

Putting the booklet in his hands and shrinking his neck, he shouted to the samurai to gather, and prepared to go to the house of the old grandson in the west, when a strong gust of wind came, and all the snow on the trees was blown down at once, and all of them were pasted on his face, and his face hurt, and his expression management was temporarily offline, and his face was a little hideous.

Seeing the captain nodding his head on the side, he went to the west first with his feet chopped, holding the same posture as the old man in both hands, and secretly thought that the sunrise mission tomorrow would have two more layers, otherwise he would not die in the hands of Huang, but he would freeze to death first, and raised his hand to wipe all the snowflakes that fell on his face, and an anxious and tired voice came from the back of his head.

"Request for support! Shi Nan led the team to explore the yellow nest and met the yellow! ”

The shrunken neck straightened instantly, turned around and strode back in front of the warriors, staring at Jiangbei who was panting, no longer trapped by the cold wind.

"Didn't the lord of the mountain tell Huang to not fight, but to retreat? Why request support? ”

Jiangbei's strength has not yet eased up, his body can't stand upright, and his face is still painful.