The dark clouds, which had been held all night, really brought another heavy snowfall.

This Heavenly City is located in the east of Zixuan, and there is already little snow, not to mention the snow for two consecutive days. There was a lot of discussion in Jiangyang City for a while, and some people even discussed it in private, saying that this was a sign of the resurgence of the disaster.

Walking in the cold night, wearing a fast hunting suit, walked on the path paved with dark clouds. In the past year, he has grown half a head taller, although he is not tall, but in this Heavenly City, he can be regarded as an upper-average height. At this time, he walked through the street with his head held high, attracting the attention of many people.

Turning a corner, there is a three-story teahouse - Wangjiang Tower. Han Yexing smiled and nodded at Dr. Nacha, and went straight to the third floor. The teahouse in Xingtiancheng was different from other places, and he often sold dim sum, and walked to the window seat where he often came on a cold night to sit down, and asked for a basket of xiaolongbao, a plate of capers, a bowl of white rice porridge, and two fried dough sticks.

In a few moments, a hearty breakfast was on the table.

This location can almost overlook the Moon Shadow River outside the Thirteen Lines Pier. Looking out of the window, I saw that the sky was full of snowflakes that were gently sprinkled like catkins, dyeing the whole world a gloomy smoky white.

After becoming a deacon in the cold night, he came here for breakfast almost every day. At this time in the past, the store was already full of anti-Japanese people. Even if there are local residents of the Thirteen Elements, there are also many business travelers who enter and leave this Heavenly Spirit Pass. Today is probably because of the snow, but there are few people.

Han Yexing ate a xiaolongbao, raised his eyes to look at the clouds, but saw a woman sitting behind the screen on the left. This person was wearing a long green dress and a bewitching face, although she did not speak, just quietly bowed her head and drank a bowl of white porridge, but from the breath, she knew that this woman's voice was charming.

Han Yexing only glanced at the woman, but felt that the spiritual eyes in his forehead were stinging. In fact, if you look closely, the woman behind this screen is not very sharp, but for some reason, Han Yexing only feels that he sees a green flame. The illusion of this aura is very familiar.

If he was not mistaken, this green could only be the almost bewitching woman he had seen in Xunyang City. The gold-medal assassin Jin Shura from the Forest of Wind and Moon. The woman also seemed to feel the spiritual gaze of the cold night walker, and her hand holding the white porridge froze.

Han Yexing hurriedly looked away, he wanted to get into trouble now. His gaze moved to the stairwell and he was startled again at the sight of a man stepping up. He hung his head away from the visitors, concentrating on his breakfast.

A person who stepped up the stairs walked up, walking with a tiger, a tiger and a tiger, and a murderous aura in his gestures. Although it was snowing heavily, the man's head was still naked, revealing his bulging muscles. Looking at the tower-like height of the sky, anyone who saw it knew that this was a spiritual cultivator from the Cold Mountain plane.

When he saw the woman behind the screen, he smiled, shouted Jin Shura, and strode over and sat down, until the floor squeaked.

Han Yexing recognized him, this person was the beast venerable bull he had seen in Xunyang City. On that day, he cooperated with Shuofeng Lingzun and looked at General Xunchuan Shi who was trapped by the Xunyang Protector Array. Afterwards, there was a big battle with Jin Shura, but I don't know how the two got together again, seeing that Jin Shura was quite polite to him, and there was no sense of conflict.

After this cold night walk, he recognized this beast and the wild bull, but the wild cow may not recognize the cold night walk. Han Yexing didn't want to have anything to do with the past at all, and he didn't want to be involved in any Lou Xiu's incident, so he hurriedly finished breakfast and went downstairs to leave.

These things of spiritual people have nothing to do with me anymore. I'm just a little deacon in the thirteen rows.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the cold night walk should have patrolled around the thirteen streets of the thirteen docks, but I found that there was no half of the people on the street at all, and the snow fell on the body, and the skin melted as soon as it touched it, and the ice water went through the neckline and cuffs, and it was so cold that people shivered.

And this snow is also a little strange.

After walking for a while on a cold night, seeing that there was still no one, he simply lazily went home to roast the fire.

The snow came so badly that it rained for three or four days in a row. This level of snow is nothing in the northern country, but it has become a catastrophe in this Heavenly City.

First of all, the weather continued to be cold, this Heavenly City was located in the spiritual pass, the aura was strong, and they had never suffered such cold, and those old and young people were sick and weak, so they couldn't support it, and even the prime of life also had many people who were sick and frostbitten. In addition, the heavy snow was piled on top of the houses, and the houses in this Heavenly City had never been as stressed as the heavy snow on the wind-rested wasteland, and in many places the houses collapsed, which was not a disaster.

Although poor families are miserable, even ordinary well-off families and even large families are also bitter because they have never prepared all kinds of warm clothes every day.

What's even more terrifying is that the snow fell and melted, and immediately froze into ice, but in two or three days, all the official roads were blocked by heavy snow, and food, vegetables, coals, and clothing could not be transported into the city. What's even more strange is that this Moon Shadow River, which has always been galloping, has also been frozen, and countless merchant ships outside this spiritual pass have also been submerged for a while, and they can't enter the pass.

As soon as such a situation spread, everyone looted some people's livelihood items, and the already expensive Loudi food, firewood, etc., rose to sky-high prices.

In the midst of a tragic situation, it is especially hateful that there are a group of gangsters who take advantage of the fire to rob. Ever since the Purple Lotus Sect and the Yuanmo Alliance were defeated by the Xunzi Battalion led by Xun Chuan Shi, a large number of scattered sect members and low-level spiritual cultivators have lost their restraints, and when it comes to this kind of catastrophe, these people are particularly presumptuous.

On these thirteen lines of docks, Nan Batian and the others mobilized the strength of the Fishing Dragon Gang to try their best to maintain it, but they could only have a headache and a foot pain, and they couldn't cure the root.

The duty of the cold night walk is to patrol the streets every day, help save people and things when encountering collapsed houses, and catch gangsters and thieves directly back to the class room. When he was arrested, no one had time to interrogate him carefully, and he was only asked by Nantian Batian when he was pulled back, and according to the severity of the matter, he was dragged to a cell and beaten violently, locked up overnight, and released tomorrow if he didn't die - this prison can't hold so many people.

It was as if God had forgotten to close the snow valve, and sprinkled snow on the ground, without regard for the suffering of this world, wreaking havoc in this prosperous city full of refugees.

Walking in a cold night in a fast suit, on the long snow-white street, he was the only one who walked slowly.

No matter how miserable the situation was, his expression would no longer fluctuate at all, and there would be no more movement on his face, and there would be no panic. Even his colleagues, who had gone through the brutal struggle and witnessed the disasters of war everywhere, were amazed by his calmness, and they secretly had a guess that the experience of this cold night trip must be as simple as Vladivostok, perhaps because the siege of Xunyang was too tragic in the past, so now they can face any disaster and be so quiet.

The Cold Night Walk has gone through many more cruel and tragic disasters than this. He has experienced the hell on earth, and experienced all kinds of adventures and shocks that ordinary people can't imagine.

But that doesn't make him indifferent to these sufferings.

On the contrary, the experience of suffering and the cruelty of the world only made him more sensitive to the suffering of this world, more aware of his pain, and more able to feel his human feelings.

Experience is not a reason to be numb. A person is accustomed to the painful disregard of others only because he is an indifferent person in the first place.

Cold night walking is not.

But he can still look at all this coldly, no longer excited by it, and only numbly do his own duty. This is because, every time he has a little sympathy, some pity in his mind, he hears a voice in his head, a generous and sad voice.

It was Xunchuan's voice: "Follow your original intention!"

But every time he moved his heart and wanted to do it, what came to his mind was the picture of being humiliated in public in front of the gate of his Fengxi Castle and being stumped by the Jingshi.

Is it all worth it?

In the face of never-ending disasters, how much is this compassion worth?

What is his little man's effort?

No matter how much he does, not only will it not help, but I'm afraid it will become a ridiculous joke—

The cold night walk waited for these self-questioning voices to hit his brain from his ears sentence by sentence, and then went to do his own work indifferently.

Turning the street, his figure suddenly froze.

The heavy snow that had been falling for days stopped.

However, his spiritual eyes found that the heavy snow that covered the entire Xingtian City had become very strange, and the mist that evaporated from the snow was a kind of black gas. Although ordinary people, even spiritual cultivators, could not detect these black qi, all this could not escape the spiritual eyes of the cold night walkers.

These black gases are all too familiar to the cold night walkers.

In the siege of Xunyang, in the desert oasis of the wind-resting wasteland, he has seen it all.

It is a soul-leaving Gu that kills people in the invisible, synonymous with secret conspiracy, and a precursor to spirit hunters. However, these black gases were actually steaming up everywhere in the city, not like accidental filth at all, but like the result of someone's secret and careful layout.

It seems that this unusual heavy snow has become a good cover-up, covering the ears and eyes of many people, and has also become the biggest reliance on this conspiracy.

Cold Night Walking almost subconsciously followed the wisp of black qi in front of him, all the way to its source. He looked up and saw a familiar sign—

Wangjiang Tower.

And on the long street downstairs, there is one more color: blood red.

A meandering stream of hot blood melted the snow on the long street, but it was defeated in the coldness of the snow that spread everywhere, and with the snow and blood, it was frozen into a kind of thin ice with a strange bright red. And on top of the corpse, there was a thick black aura that was almost dazzling, which made Han Yexing feel frightened.

Because when he discovered that this Soul Separation Gu was compared to Xunyang, he had already advanced again, becoming more aggressive and more imperceptible. Even his spiritual eyes only saw them appear and disappear in a flash.

The footsteps of the cold night walk unconsciously walked in and over, but as soon as they reached the halfway point, they were frozen.

An imperceptible wry smile appeared on his face: "It's better to be nosy! Even if he wants to take care of it, what can he do?"