The weather is getting colder and colder, and it is still cold on the grave mountain.

A fire rose in the mausoleum, and the soldiers gathered around the fire, but the beating flames could not warm the cold armor on their bodies.

A short soldier cursed: "I hate winter the most, and I hate it even more when it snows, and it snowed a lot on the day my mother gave birth to me, and she died when I was born." ”

Another soldier touched his shoulder and smiled, "No wonder you're so short, it's because you haven't eaten enough milk." ”

"Damn milk, damn winter, are you trying to duel me?"

The dwarf soldier was furious, drew his sword with a thud, and shook it in front of the eyes of the soldier beside him. Not to be outdone, the soldier drew his sword. The rest of the scholars shouted one after another, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Shut up, stop."

At this moment, the leader of the soldiers walked in from outside, and the moment he lifted the curtain of grass, the cold wind rushed over and put out the dancing flames. The leader of the soldiers had a cold aura all over his body, which was unique to the tomb mountain, and if he stayed on this damn tomb mountain for a long time, he would naturally be stained with those rotten and damp yin qi.

The leader of the soldiers walked over to the fire and made it.

The short soldier took half a roast chicken from the fire rack and served it with a salivating face: "Boss, how's it going?" ”

All the soldiers also looked at the leader of the soldiers expectantly.

"What else?"

The roast chicken was roasted hot, and the leader of the soldiers gnawed on his crooked teeth while muttering: "Die this heart, as long as that person is still alive, we have to stay in this ghost place, not to mention follow the army to Jiangbei." ”

"Then kill him!"

The short soldier roasted the tip of his sword on the fire, and his face was gloomy and terrible. The rest of the soldiers didn't speak, but they all subconsciously pressed the hilt of their swords.

"Kill him? Impatient to live? ”

A chicken bone almost got stuck in his throat, and the leader of the soldiers turned red, swallowed it with difficulty, and glared at the soldiers around him.

The short soldier said gloomily: "Winter is coming, the cold on the mountain is terrifying, the broken thatched hut can't stop the wind chill at all, he will freeze to death sooner or later." In that case, why don't we just do it? ”

"He is His Royal Highness." The leader of the soldiers grimaced.

"His Royal Highness the Prince who wants to murder the king, the keeper of the tomb on the mountain. There is no one else here, and we can do it without anyone knowing. ”

The diminutive soldier plunged the red-hot tip of his sword into the basin, bubbles bubbling and green smoke rising from the water, and his face grew more and more terrifying. All the soldiers gasped for breath and watched the bubbling water.

The leader of the soldiers was also looking at the blister, and his face was cloudy.

"Kill him, and we can get out of here, and the king will not blame us."

The dwarf soldier drew his sword, the smoke had cleared, and the basin was calm again, as if nothing had happened.

"Boss, boss."

The soldiers looked at the leader excitedly, and called over and over again in their voices, they had enough of this, except for the graves and ghosts, there was nothing, they were all brave warriors, they should have crossed the river and used the sword in their hands to open up a broader world for Da Chu, instead of roasting chicken with a sword here.

"Herod."

At this moment, a horse neighing suddenly sounded outside the wheel.

"The woman in black in red shoes is here again?"

There was a sudden silence in the mausoleum, all the soldiers looked out of the grass curtain, the cold sky, the foggy dense forest, between the dense forests there was a path leading to the mausoleum, a pure black horse carrying a black shadow was walking towards the mausoleum. The fog was so thick that it was impossible to see the people coming, even the horses were vague, and the only thing I could see was black and red, a pair of red shoes.

Recently, there is a ghost story circulating in the mausoleum, which is about this man and the horse, and the soldiers say that she is a lonely ghost on the grave mountain, always appearing on rainy days, wearing a black hat on her head and red embroidered shoes on her feet, and the horse also came out of hell, and her eyes breathe fire. However, this is not the case, it is just a ghost story made up by the soldiers to relieve their boredom.

However, no one knew who she was, and no one dared to stop her, because she was holding the token of the king of Chu in her hand, and the previous leader died under that token, and on that day, it was raining heavily and the wind was blowing in the dense forest, and the previous leader did not see the token clearly, she drew the sword hanging on the horse's belly, and a sword pierced the leader's throat.

"Hoof it, hoof it."

The sound of horses' hooves swayed through the woods, the black horses and red shoes drew closer, and the thin sword on the horse's belly swung and went.

The soldiers in the mausoleum had round eyes and couldn't help but swallow their saliva. It was like the short soldier, and somehow he felt that the red shoes were glaring, and the rapier was dazzling, and he was so flustered that he really wanted to turn around and flee.

The black horse carried the black shadow into the mausoleum, and then walked out of the fence into the courtyard. The leader of the soldiers stood up, and all the soldiers also stood up, and followed the leader to the outside of the house, where they stood opposite the incoming horsemen.

The black horse snorted heavily, spraying a cloud of mist in front of the horse's head, and the woman in black rode on the horse, looking condescendingly at the soldiers through the thick curtains. After a while, she pulled a token out of her sleeve and shook it in front of the leader of the soldiers, hurrying.

The black horse took a step forward, and the leader of the soldiers subconsciously took two steps back, and the thin sword hanging from the horse's belly was pulled out by her at this moment, and the sharp tip of the sword grazed the neck of the leader of the soldiers, and plunged into the throat of the short soldier hiding behind the leader.

"Uh, uh."

The dwarf soldier clutched his throat and screamed, blood pouring from between his fingers and flowing along the lines of the rapier. The man in black slowly withdrew his sword, and the moment the tip of the sword left his neck, the blood shot out like a tide, and the short soldier's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with a 'bump', and when he fell to the ground, his body was still twitching, and the blood sprayed out from the wound on his throat one by one, just like the bubbles bubbling in the basin just now.

After killing someone, the man in black wiped his sword on the horse's belly, reined in the horse, turned his head, and walked towards the outside of the mausoleum. It seems that she is ready to go to the secluded mountain again, hanging around like a ghost.

"Bang Bang!"

One after another, the sound of drawing swords sounded, and the soldiers drew their swords one after another, and even the leader of the soldiers drew his swords.

"Huh?"

The man in black seemed to be stunned for a moment, the black horse flicked his tail, and turned around, and the man in black faced a group of soldiers who were tense with swords. The soldiers shook their swords in their hands, trying to surround her, but they didn't dare, and the leader hesitantly approached, and was about to speak, when the man in black slammed his sword into his throat.

The leader of the soldiers fell, shoulder to shoulder with the dwarf soldier, blood gushing from the wound in his throat, mixed with the blood of the dwarf soldier.

Blood, so red that it seeps people.

The man in black raised his sword and pointed at the remaining soldiers.

The soldiers were all retreating, they were all warriors who were not afraid of death, but at this moment they were all shocked by the ruthless momentum of the man in black.

The man in black lowered his sword, hung it on his horse's belly, and turned to leave. The black horse's hooves trampled on the hooves, leaving a trail of bloody horseshoe prints on the ground. From beginning to end, the man in black didn't say a word.

When the man in black walked away and could no longer be seen, the soldiers came back to their senses, you look at me, I look at you, all with a look of horror. The leader is dead, and they have to get a new leader.

Suddenly, the soldier who had come close to a duel with the dwarf soldier muttered, "Today's red shoes are different from usual." ”

"How is it different?"

"Looks a little bigger."

……

Although it was not yet winter, it was already very cold in the thatched hut, so Chu Wu took the bow and arrow from the wall, put it on his back, hung the broken iron sword on his waist, tied it tightly with his belt, and then ripped off the leather jacket on the haystack and put it on his body. This is a leather jacket made of the fur of hares, pheasants, wild dogs, and wild foxes, and although it looks very ugly, it is quite warm.

"Without this bow, I would have starved to death."

Chu Wu collapsed, made a buzzing sound, walked to the door and took a closer look, the sky outside was gloomy, and the cold wind was swishing back and forth, in such weather, those soldiers in the mausoleum would not come to find trouble.

After making sure that there was no one outside, he went to the corner of the wall again, lifted up the haystack, pulled out the dirt under the haystack, and revealed a plank, and then uncovered the plank, and there was a cellar underneath.

The cellar was not large, no more than three feet deep, no more than a foot wide, and there were several black things hidden in it, which were hard to the touch, like black stones. Chu Wu counted them one by one, there were eight pieces in total, not much in one, and not too much in another. These were all game that he pickled, and the largest piece was half a roe deer.

"Winter is coming, there will be fewer and fewer prey in the forest, I have to stock up on some more, otherwise, this winter will be very difficult."

Cover the planks with a wooden plank, cover the dirt, and step on it a few times to make the dirt firm and look like the surrounding mud, and then pile up the weeds and cover them carefully.

The soldiers in the mausoleum would come to steal things, since they found out that Chu Wu was hunting in the woods, they would visit this broken thatched hut from time to time, and the most hateful thing was the short soldier, he would come every other day to take all the food he could see, and he would not leave Chu Wu at all.

"They want to starve me, it's not that easy."

After cleaning up, Chu Wu walked out of the thatched house, it was very cold outside, not the kind of cold and snowy in Yanjing, but a kind of cold, this kind of cold can't be felt at once, but it will get colder and colder, Jiangnan is like this, the cold condensed from the bones.

There was a very thick fog in the forest, the leaves that wiped his face were so cold that he was soaking, the fallen leaves on the ground were damp and soft, and his footsteps would not make a sound when he landed on it, and when he came to a big tree, Chu Wu squatted down, thought about it, stood up again, and walked towards the outside of the forest. There was a hole under the tree, in which lived a family of hares, and he had hunted two large ones, and three smaller ones, and every time he passed by the hole he wanted to catch them, and to marinate them into pieces, but he did not have that to do, for he had to leave some.

Yes, leave some and prepare for the coming year.

Today's Chu Wu is no longer His Royal Highness the Prince of Southern Chu, but just a mausoleum keeper on the tomb mountain, he doesn't know how long he will keep it, maybe for a lifetime.