At the end of this dead forest in the distance, a man in black appeared, he was wearing a mask that looked like a leaf, he looked in the direction where Xiao Bing was, he looked embarrassed, as if he was running for his life, but the next moment a long sword pierced his chest, and he instantly turned into a fluorescent light and dissipated in the sky, leaving only a black coat and a leaf mask.

A man walked out of the darkness, picked up a leaf mask, put it on his face, and put on a black robe.

Under the leaf mask was a pair of calm eyes, as if the killing just now was nothing.

He looked around, at the chilling dead woods in front of him.

The grass under your feet is frozen into ice, and when you step on it, it makes a click... Like the sound of snow.

In the sky, a full moon floats faintly in the distance.

The night is windy.

The frozen leaves of the dead woods began to shatter and turn into ice chips that drifted around the world.

For a moment, the person wearing the leaf mask at this moment has the feeling of stepping into a strange world.

He hesitated for a moment and stepped inside, accompanied by splinters of ice that looked like snow.

It didn't take long for him to survive, and he saw a very thin crack appear in the frozen earth, which was harder than stone, like a crack in the porcelain, which could not be seen unless he looked closely.

But when you see it, it feels even more unreal.

Following the crack, he saw the light of a campfire illuminating a dead tree through a large pit.

In the light of the fire, he saw a series of footprints on the edge of the pit spreading in all directions, intertwined cracks.

"Stepping on the ?... Freeze the world into ceramics and crush it?"

......

It was dark, Xiao Bing found that the day had passed like this, and then looked at Xiao Ying who was asleep, with his understanding, if it was night, as long as Xiao Ying fell asleep, he would not wake up even if he was sleepwalking.

Xiao Bing lit a bonfire, and the skeletons in the pit were buried by Xiao Bing in a corner outside the pit.

At this moment, the fiery red flames shine on people's faces, and the world is quiet.

The fire is beating, Xiao Bing is pondering, he is recalling, anyone will think deeply, what happened to him?

Looking up, you can see the boundaries of the pit on the campfire, and beyond it is the full moon and the indifferent clouds.

Xiao Ying couldn't wake up because of the bonfire, and he was snoring at the moment. The sound of a pig's cry was very joyful in the quiet of the night.

Xiao Bing looked at it with a smile, and when he wiped the left side of his face, Xiao Bing's smile faded and became serious.

Xiao Bing obviously felt that there was something different in his body, his body was too light, too soft, and a little uncontrollable.

Xiao Bing looked at the firewood next to his campfire, irregular and exaggerated, with several pieces of wood, as if he was about to be pinched.

Xiao Bing looked at his hand, reached for the wood, squeaked... The wood made an overwhelmed sound, Xiao Bing didn't seem to hear it, and threw the wood into the bonfire, and there were obvious traces of fingers pressing on the wood just now in the flames.

Xiao Bing closed his eyes when he was tired and fell asleep...

Behind a big tree outside the big pit, a man in black with a foliage face, leaning on the tree, looking at the sky and the moonlight, he raised his hand, and some powder that also shimmered with light blew towards Xiao Ying and Xiao Bing with the wind.

The leaf-faced man said lonely "Let's sleep more"

As if to confirm something, the air at night became cooler.

The disciples of the Purple Xiao Mountain Furnace Valley, Wind Valley, Ice Valley, Flower Valley, Xiao Qing Pavilion, Mu Bai Pavilion, Zhu Chi Pavilion, and Snow Ink Pavilion have not yet fully gathered. Many people sleep in the mountains and forests.

At night, high in the sky, you can see the burning bonfires dotted the mountains like starlight.

There are disciples who are not willing to be lonely and hold leaves and blow quiet tunes.

On the tall trees, the leaves swayed in the wind, and I don't know when, a man in black appeared behind the tree. Black to deep clothes, white to pale masks, swaying together on the swaying branches, they were silent, as if they didn't exist, looking at these people around the campfire.

"Who?" a loud shout, and a man jerked his head up to look at the black clothes on the tree.

The quiet tunes of the mountains and forests also stopped, and it was clear that the people who played the tunes had also discovered something.

On this night, the moon hung high, and countless awakened birds flew out of the mountains and forests.