Mankind's fear of death has never ceased.

You've tried a hundred ways to predict your death, but you never thought that maybe in the next second, your life would come to an end.

This white land is no longer a frozen holy place, because it is shrouded in restless spirits, and only death is its true face.

When Huo Mian caught up with the first carriage that the Huo family had fallen away, a breath of death came from the broken wall at the left corner, his sense of smell was extremely keen, and through the layers of dead air, he felt a faint cry for help.

There were dense insect scratches left on the snow, and drops of solidified milky white lumps melted the snow into dense and irregular dots, although Huo Mian knew a little about the origin of the ghost moth, he had never seen the ghost moth kill.

He drove the black yao under him, and the horse's hooves were about to turn left at the moment, he hesitated for a moment, and the horse's hooves slowly raised,

Then, fall.

The north wind angrily lifted a woman's handkerchief and blew it into the cliff......

Huo Mian's eyes suddenly turned red after seeing everything in front of him, his clenched fists gurgled, and the green tendons on his forehead told his unwillingness and guilt angrily, the horse's hooves stepped on a swollen corpse that had been torn and bitten by a ghost, the clothes of those corpses were burst by the swollen body, and white lumps accumulated between the clothes and the skin.

The gray and hideous faces were covered with snow and wind, and Huo Mian bypassed these corpses, looking for the remnants of the breath.

"Let's go"

An eyeball was finally squeezed out of its socket, and it rolled around in the snow and landed under the black hoof.

It was an eyeball with blue pupils, Huo Mian vaguely remembered that Mrs. Yin's biological father also had such eyes, he looked in the direction where the eyeballs were rolling, a female corpse was lying in the pile of corpses, and the eye sockets that popped out the eyeballs were still constantly surging outward with slimy milky white mucus at this time, and the half-swollen face under the eye sockets had long been unrecognizable.

Huo Mian couldn't remember Mrs. Yin's appearance, and the only pair of blue eyes she remembered was because of her biological father.

Huo Mian turned over and jumped off the horse, squatted down to pick up the blue eyeball, slowly approached Mrs. Yin's corpse in a few steps, and placed the eyeball into the mucus gushing eye socket.

The moment his hand touched his eye socket, a surge of energy suddenly drilled into his body!

This is?!

This energy seems to be different from the usual energy.

Thinking about it, that energy had poured into his heart from his fingertips, and his heart touched for a moment, and a blurry picture suddenly flashed, a fluttering white figure stood in the hazy pavilions, smiling at him, but his facial features were hazy.

Huo Mian subconsciously took two steps back, he clutched his chest, and his breath became a little cloudy.

No, it's not the devil's wreck!

The faint aura that could be felt had begun to slowly dissipate at this moment, Huo Mian opened his thoughts, and looked for the breath step by step.

Suddenly, an unrecognizable figure appeared in front of him, the figure's swollen hand was still tightly grasping the reins around the horse's neck, and at the other end of the reins, a brownish-red horse with a white mane stained with white slime had fallen.

Even if he was unrecognizable, Huo Mian had already recognized the identity of that person.

It was his mother, Han Qingrong.

In his eyes, Han Qingrong will always be the woman who is high above and has empty eyes.

However, at this moment, she fell in front of him in such a mess.

"Crown... Mian'er..."Han Qingrong muttered vague words in his mouth, but those words were deeply imprinted in Huo Mian's heart.

He quickly stepped forward and pulled Han Qingrong out of the crowd and hugged her in his arms, her breath was very unstable, and she would die at any time.

Han Qingrong's consciousness was unusually vague, and she only felt that someone seemed to be lifting her body, and at the last moment of her life, she still remembered her crown in her heart.

"Mian'er, it's my mother who is sorry for you, and you left at a young age! Don't worry, my mother will accompany you right away! ”

Huo Mian listened to Han Qingrong's vague words, and his heart suddenly felt as if he had been knocked on it.

What is she talking about?

"Mian'er, mother shouldn't, shouldn't sacrifice you......"

Huo Mian really heard this sentence clearly, Han Qingrong was not talking about him.

So who are you? Why do you live in the world as Huo Mian?

"What are you talking about?"

Han Qingrong heard a voice that seemed to come from hell, and at that moment, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Are you Huo Mian?" She couldn't see who it was, but she couldn't get it wrong with that magnetic, deep voice!

Han Qingrong's originally muddy thoughts suddenly became clear, maybe this is the return to the light before death.

"The day has come, and since I'm a dying man, why not tell you?" Han Qingrong desperately pulled the robe on Huo Mian's body: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have woken up at all!" You demon slain by the gods! ”

"You make it clear!" For a while, all the questions in Huo Mian's heart came to him, he didn't know who he was, and he didn't understand what his existence meant.

When he was still an ordinary person, his heart was inexplicably surging with the ambition to conquer the world, and that ambition seemed to be born with him, so that he could not stop his ambition and footsteps.

"Nineteen years ago, I made a contract with the gods, and exchanged my first child for my honor and wealth in the Huo family, after the contract was reached, you were sent back from the Ermiao, I told myself, you are the crown born of my pregnancy in October, but when your ambition is getting bigger and bigger, I just woke up from the dream little by little, you are the demon that the god wants to save! You're no longer my crown! ”

Han Qingrong's tears rolled down with milky white mucus.

"Who is the person who made the pact with you?" Huo Mian faintly felt that everything was about to surface, what was the meaning of his existence?

"Hahaha, she's a god! Unreachable and undefinible God! ”

"Who are you?" Han Qingrong's cognition completely exceeded what a mortal could understand.

"I... I am..."Before Han Qingrong could finish the last sentence, her body went limp in an instant, and with a strange smell wafting in, Han Qingrong's body gradually turned into a puddle of golden sand and slipped away from Huo Mian's hand.

In the blink of an eye, everything about Han Qingrong disappeared.

Han Qingrong, who is this woman?!

Huo Mian looked at the fine sand on the ground, and stared at it with some anger, the golden yellow sand that was originally scattered suddenly began to gather in the snow, and then slowly turned into the shape of a person!

The fine sand flowed from the body of the human form, gradually shaping upwards from the soles of the feet, followed by the delicate soles of the feet, the slender and well-proportioned legs, the slender waist that did not cover one hand, and then the two firm, plump and plump.

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