Everyone has different opinions, and a glass of wine with a bite of food is particularly exciting.

In the corner of the second floor of the inn, a man in a snow-colored robe and a black hat took out a gold ingot and placed it on the table.

The hand is as slender as a green onion, with distinct bones, and through the white skin, you can clearly see the veins hidden underneath.

He left silently and did not attract anyone's attention, because this kind of dress can be seen everywhere on the mainland.

"One thing to say, that Leng Mingyue is not only beautiful, but also has a gentle temperament, and when she doesn't make a move, Chu Chu is pitifully tight."

Passers-by were still unsatisfied, and a gust of wind blew, and no one noticed that the light veil of the man's hat was lifted.

Through the lifted veil, the man's delicate and elegant jawline and the blue iris embroidered on the collar of his shirt can be seen.

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Just after noon, the sky changed.

Torrential rain poured down.

"Cold girl!" Braving the torrential rain, the coachman who was driving the carriage shouted, "Shall we continue on our journey?" ”

When Leng Qingfeng paid, he said that he would send her daughter all the way to the Imperial Capital City.

But they are still outside the Imperial Capital, and there is an hour left before the Imperial Capital is gone.

"Ahh

Inside the carriage, Shen Zichen sneezed, and his nose was so cold that his nose was runny.

"Let's stop at the ruined temple in front of us." Leng Mingyue was in a bad mood.

The temperature dropped too fast, Shen Zichen's small body that had not yet awakened his talent could not bear it, and his clothes were all on the luggage rack above the head of the carriage, which was inconvenient to take.

It is very necessary to find a place to shelter from the rain and make a fire to keep warm.

"I ...... Ahh Shen Zichen shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zichen is fine." ”

He didn't want to delay going to the imperial capital because of himself.

"Go to the ruined temple." Leng Mingyue's tone was aggravated, and she held the little guy who was cold in her arms: "What are you holding on to with your sister." ”

The warm embrace made Shen Zichen's nose sour.

"Good!" The coachman answered, and drove around the road to the ruined temple halfway up the mountain.

The ruined temple was empty, but it saved some trouble.

After picking up dry firewood and making a fire, the coachman closed the door of the broken temple, rubbed his hands and said, "This ghost weather has become really fast." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a "boom", lightning and thunder.

The rain was more intense, the clouds were thick, and the sky was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a short time, the day came like night.

A damp mist rose up, and a strange aura mixed with it.

The temperature has dropped even lower.

"Ahh The driver also began to sneeze, rubbing his arms coldly.

"Sister......" Shen Zichen subconsciously chose to drill into Leng Mingyue's arms.

He felt very uncomfortable, and he didn't know why.

The heavy rain drowned out a lot of sounds, and Leng Mingyue couldn't hear anything except the crackling sound of dry wood burning.

"Don't be afraid."

Leng Mingyue's tone was extremely solemn, she knew what was coming.

"Go to Uncle Coachman." She stood up.

Shen Zichen was puzzled at first, then nodded and stood obediently on the coachman's side.

Boom –

Another thunderclap came, and the lightning shone brightly on the heaven and earth outside the temple.

Leng Mingyue walked to the door of the broken temple, and as soon as her hand touched the wooden door, another lightning bolt lit up.

The difference was that this time the lightning not only illuminated the outside, but also made a few more crooked figures appear in the doorway.

The cold breath was even heavier.

Leng Mingyue's heart sank, and after opening the door, she took a look at the six monsters that looked like dried corpses.

Their fangs are sharp, their eyes are scarlet, and their fingernails are terrifying!

Each monster is surrounded by seven gates, and among the seven doors, the door of death is wide open.

"Oni! It's a ghost! The coachman screamed and hugged Shen Zichen tightly.

The Ghost Clan, the most evil species in the Wind Breath Continent.

No one knows where they came from, except that they can open the door to death in the Seven Gates.

Except for the rays of the sun and the cultivators who have opened the door of life, no one can destroy them!

"Run, girl!" This is what a coachman can do, and only do.

"Roar!"

The six ghost clans all pounced on Leng Mingyue!

Brush Brush Brush –

The sound of the blade piercing the flesh came, and in the next second, the ghost clan was torn apart, and the pieces were scattered all over the ground.

The lightning lit up again, and in the piercing white light, Leng Mingyue saw a snow-like figure in the air in front of the broken temple.

The man leaned sideways, and the wind rattled his white robe and lifted the black veil around the edge of his hat, revealing the handsome side face of his master.

He was sheathing his sword.

The Seven Doors of Life Grid, which surrounded him, were scorching and shining.

The blue iris on his collar was also scorching and shining.