Xu Chong met Ziyu's gaze, pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly, "Xiaowan, I will never change to you, just remember this." ”

"Xu Chong ......"

Xu Chong suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her to Wu Yuanli's body, his strength was a little strong, so Ziyu almost pounced on Wu Yuanli's body, his hands were covered with his blood.

"Xiaowan, you don't have to pretend in front of me, as long as we are innocent to each other, then even if we are sorry for others, what about it?" Xu Chong leaned down, pointed to the deep wound on Wu Yuanli's back, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Wan, eat him, you have already given me Neidan, if you don't eat in time, how can you get out of this cold and snowy place?" ”

Ziyu looked at Xu Chong, the man she had missed so much, but now she was scared. Thinking of this, a desolation that could destroy everything suddenly flooded from the bottom of my heart, but this painful realization was quickly replaced by a deeper, more urgent feeling.

Hunger.

She was hungry, she hadn't eaten for days, she was already hungry, and now, in the face of a fresh corpse, the feeling seeped into every inch of her bones and blood.

"Xiao Wan," Xu Chong's voice sounded in his ears at the right time, but it was no longer beautiful, and to Ziyu's ears, it was like a whisper of the devil, "Xiao Wan, you are hungry, eat, eat him." ”

He held a lump of flesh and blood in front of her, and softly comforted her ear, "Eat." ”

Ziyu trembled all over, and although her heart was screaming for refusal, she found that her body was involuntarily prostrate down. Two blue wings popped out of her shoulders, a pair of hammer-shaped tentacles sprouted from her beautiful skull, and her belly began to grow lanky......

Finally, Xu Chong saw the pair of mirror-like eyes, bulging outward, and several cold rays of light were reflected by the white snow.

"By the way, Xiaowan, eat him, don't hesitate."

He smiled.

***

The clouds cleared, and the moon peeked out from the western sky, casting the shadows of a few people hurrying in the snow at their feet.

"Childe, Lord Wu, will they be trapped in the mountains by the wind and snow? We've been looking for more than half an hour in this Ailao Mountain, and we haven't seen any of them. Baotian helped Zhao Zimai to climb the mountain, he was already sweating all over his body, and now when he reached the top of the mountain, he was blown by the wind, and his whole body was cold, alternating between hot and cold, and he couldn't help but sneeze a few times.

Zhao Zimai stretched out his hand to help him put on the melon skin hat on his head, then looked at the white world in front of him, shook his head and said, "No, we looked all the way from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and we didn't see Wu Yuanli and them." The top of this mountain is flat, so I don't think they will be trapped by the wind and snow......"

"Hey, don't talk about this yet," Sang was not afraid of the cold, he only put a shoulder on the outside of his single clothes, his long black hair was coiled into a bun on the top of his head, and there was no cover on his neck, and he looked bare from the neckline to his chin, which was in stark contrast to Zhao Zimai, who was wrapped in zongzi, "I just walked all the way and was thinking about a question, since the corpse outside Hu Bing's house was not Li Yong, where did Li Yong go?" You said that Li Yong had a poor relationship with his family, so the Li family did not properly identify whether the body was him, and only cared about property. But after Li Yong was injured that night, he wouldn't go home because of a bad relationship with his family, right? ”

"Naturally not," Zhao Zimai wrapped the big coat on his body a little tighter, "I haven't been home for so long, and there is no news of my death, I think that Li Yong is probably no longer in this world." Perhaps, he died of excessive blood loss due to a knife wound, or perhaps, on the way home, he encountered a second accident. ”

Speaking of this, he once again set his eyes on the top of the mountain in front of him that was covered by snow, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, "From Hu Bing's house to Li Yong's house, it will take more than half an hour, but if you take the mountain road, you will save a lot of time." Ailao Mountain itself is neither high nor steep, if it is not difficult to walk in the snow today, it should not be difficult to climb the mountain. If Li Yong's injuries are not serious, he will most likely choose to return from the mountain road ......"

"Getting to the point." Sang was a little impatient with him, unbuttoned his neckline, and fanned the wind inside, Zhao Zimai accidentally caught a glimpse of her delicate skin, his face was slightly red, and he quickly turned his gaze away.

"It is very likely that Xu Chong also disappeared on this Ailao Mountain, if there is another Li Yong, then ......"

"Then there's something wrong with the mountain." Sang touched his chin and looked around, and after a while, he shrugged his nose slightly, and his constricted pupils overflowed, "No wonder, I felt that something was wrong when I climbed the mountain, and sure enough, there was something strange in this mountain." ”

"Great Immortal, you mean? Is there something unclean on this mountain of mourning? Baotian hurriedly asked.

"There are unclean things everywhere, and there are many spirits in the mountains, so I didn't pay attention to them. But," it suddenly lowered its voice, and a faint light flashed in its eyes, "Baotian, did you hear it...... Cry? ”

Baotian felt a chill on his back, and his body habitually lowered downward, making a defensive posture, which caused Sang to laugh loudly, "It's normal that you can't hear it, but your son-in-law, why didn't you hear the cry?" Hasn't he always been discerning? ”

Zhao Zimai's face was hot when it said, of course he couldn't tell it the truth, saying that he didn't notice the intermittent crying because he was flustered, let alone telling it that the panic was caused by it. He exhaled, narrowed his eyes for the source of the sound, and finally, behind a cracked stone, he spotted the figure lying on the ground weeping bitterly.

It was a strange man, and judging from his age, he shouldn't be Li Yong. The man's stomach seemed to be pierced, and his intestines flowed to the ground, as if a zigzag picture had been drawn on the ground.

Zhao Zimai knew that the man's body should be nearby, probably buried by this sudden heavy snow. But why was he killed on this bald mountain, and who was the one who killed him?

There were a lot of questions in his head that could not be answered, so he walked over to the man, ready to ask him for clarification. The boots stomped on the snow, making a "creaking" sound, and he gradually saw the man's face clearly, thin and young, and his eyes were full of horror and unwillingness.

"Who killed you?" Zhao Zimai stood a few feet away from the living soul.

The man pointed to his stomach and said a few words forcefully in his mouth, slurred, mixed with the wind, and was blown away.

"Who?" Zhao Zimai asked again, he felt that he was trembling, extending from his legs upwards, and he couldn't stop it.