The Snow Maiden falls on the snow.

Standing quietly, without any expression on his face, like ice and snow: "Master, let's go." ”

Chen Beibei walked under the locust tree and took the little bride from the spider web.

Since everyone goes out to play, it is natural that the bride can't stay at home.

My feet were very soft on the snow, and because we didn't have a clear destination, we just walked leisurely and slowly.

In winter, animals are rarely seen.

The birds that used to chirp in the woods are gone, and the cicadas and frogs are gone.

It gives a sense of tranquility.

Pure white, peaceful.

It was in such an atmosphere that everyone walked slowly.

"Master, you see there are flowers there."

The three-tailed fox's voice sounded, with a hint of excitement.

Seeing a flower in winter is undoubtedly a sight to behold.

Especially the three-tailed fox, a monster who loves beauty, but is not very familiar with the world.

Chen Beibei looked over, and the flower that the three-tailed fox said was nothing more than a wild plum tree, and white snow fell on the plum.

As you get closer, you can smell a faint scent.

"It's plum blossoms."

Chen Beibei explained.

"It's winter, why do they still bloom?"

"Maybe it's because in the winter, everything withers, it's too monotonous. That's why it's going to bloom. ”

"Oh, that's right."

The three-tailed fox gently shook the plum blossom branch, and the snow fell down.

"Chen Beibei, some people say that the old man was killed, what do you think?"

Chen Yan asked while looking at his phone.

Apparently, she was still following the news.

"I don't know, maybe. However, it is also possible to slip and fall into the water. After all, it's snowing now, the ground is slippery, and the elderly are prone to falling. ”

"Well, I think so too."

Chen Yan replied.

This is just an ordinary world, and such a thing as killing people feels too far away.

People prefer to believe that it was just a coincidence.

Chen Beibei and they were walking, and they were greeted by a funeral procession.

White clothes, the same as the snow that is falling.

In the front are two children holding white flags, and in the back are a group of crying people.

Those people went up to the mountains of Qinghe Town.

Is someone dying again?

The funeral procession soon went away, and Chen Beibei saw Brother Zhao picking up rags on the road, so he went up to inquire about him.

"The man who died was drowned yesterday after falling into the river, an old man.

This old man used to be from Qinghe Town, so after he died, he would be buried on the mountain in Qinghe Town. ”

Brother Zhao said to Chen Beibei.

"It's the old man in the news, right?"

Chen Yan asked.

"It should be."

Chen Beibei looked in the direction of the back mountain and replied.

The funeral procession was completely gone, and the white clothes soon melted into the snow.

After Brother Zhao finished speaking, he left Chen Beibei and them with the big snakeskin bag on his back.

On the white snow, a series of dirty footprints were left behind.

"Let's go back, it's a little cold outside."

"Okay."

"Hmm."

Encountering the funeral procession, Chen Beibei and the others were no longer interested in continuing to enjoy the snow and walk.

In the winter in the south, no matter how much clothes you wear, the cold wind still burrows into your body.

Especially with a feeling of wetness, it is very uncomfortable.

When you get home, you can at least turn on the air conditioner or light a fire.

……

When Chen Beibei returned home, the owl in the locust tree was flying out.

Owls, in winter, are not very afraid of the cold because they have feathers to ward off the cold.

"Goo."

The owl looked at Chen Beibei and they called softly a few times, which was regarded as a greeting.

After all, now she is very familiar with Chen Beibei.

"Now that the weather is getting colder, what will happen to the hungry ghosts?"

Smoke flew towards the small dilapidated house where the hungry ghost was.

From afar, he saw that the door of the hungry ghost's room was open.

"Nothing will happen, will it?"

Smoke couldn't help but worry, after all, the hungry ghost was now the only one of Kaoru's kindred found in the world, and she didn't want anything to happen to the hungry ghost.

In the past, when I came, the hungry ghosts hid in the house, because the body of the hungry ghost had become like that, and it really didn't have any combat power.

If he encounters some unkind people or ghosts, he has no way to protect himself.

"Smoked!"

The voice of the hungry ghost came.

Smoke followed the sound and looked over, and the hungry ghost was lying on the snow.

The snow had fallen on him, already covered with a thick layer.

"Goo, hungry ghost, why are you lying on the snow, isn't it cold?"

Smoke landed beside the hungry ghost and asked with concern.

The hungry ghost's hand grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat...... Eat snow ......"

There was too much snow in his mouth, and the hungry ghost's voice was a little indistinct.

"You can't eat snow, it's going to die."

Smoke looked at the hungry ghost and said quickly.

Although Smoke didn't know where the snow came from, she knew that the snow was inedible.

Because in the past, there were people in their tribe who got sick because of eating snow.

Either it's a very small illness or it's a very serious illness.

I don't know about this smoke.

Anyway, the man died.

At that time, the medical conditions in the tribe were very backward.

Even some herbs will only be used to treat traumatic bleeding and the like.

So no one knows what kind of disease that person has.

It's just that since then, everyone knows that snow is inedible.

The people of the tribe, word of mouth.

These experiences that have been exchanged for life will be remembered by everyone.

"It's okay, I'm dead."

The hungry ghost said lightly.

"Don't eat it, even if you don't die again."

Hunger can be unbearable.

But if you keep eating like this, the hungry ghost will one day be completely incapacitated.

His belly was already bigger than it was in the fall.

Like a balloon that blows up, there is a danger that it will explode subsequently.

Of course, no one knows if the hungry ghost's stomach will explode.

Smoke doesn't know.

But she still fantasizes about the horror of the explosion from time to time.

"Well, it's winter now. Food is already more difficult to find, and my stomach is getting hungrier by the day. In fact, when I eat snow, all I feel is cold, and the hunger never goes away, and I feel so uncomfortable......"

The hungry ghost crawled out of the snow to his house, talking as he crawled.

Hungry ghost.

A kind of ghost who suffers from hunger.

Smoke didn't know how to save him, maybe he couldn't save him.

After all, that feeling was already like a nightmare, and it was with him all the time.

Deep into the bone marrow, day and night!

I was once looking for a ghost wandering in the world for Enma.

Smoke has seen a lot of hungry ghosts.

There are hungry ghosts who have always been imprisoned in their own hunger pangs and will never be able to enter hell.

I went to buy a charger today, it's just a wire, 28 yuan, so expensive......

(End of chapter)