The snow drifted outside on and off for three days before the gray sky finally came to light.

In the past few days of snowfall, the proprietress of the mutton shop has been curious more than once, and even inexplicable.

She said to Leng Qi: "Brother, this is really evil, with such a heavy snowfall, business has been much better than in the past few days...... People come one by one, and I have heard that the guest houses in this neighborhood are full, and they are rare......"

The proprietress said this, but the joy in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

Leng Qi took a sip of tea, chuckled and said, "Isn't it, it's rare, don't rush here!" ”

After speaking, Leng Qi and Li Mengkai glanced at each other, and their brows were a little tight.

The window paper is solid from the outside, and the outside of the house is all white, and the snow is very thick, and the people wear it thickly, so it is difficult to walk in the knee-deep snow nest.

The snow is too thick for people to walk, and it's not easy for a car with wheels to walk, because you can't tell where the road is!

Sledding has never been the culture of the Chinese, and what is here, called horse-drawn climbing plow, is the wisdom left by the old ancestors of the Kanto region.

Leng Qi didn't dare to wait any longer, for Wei Wei, even if it was just a cup of tea, he couldn't afford it.

Thanks to the proprietress for her kindness. When Leng Qi carried Wei Wei out of the store, the diners in the house couldn't bear some commotion, and Leng Qi knew it.

There is no shortage of shrewd people in this world, and when the snow just stopped, there were many more Dawan horses tied to the plough in the snowy clearing outside, soliciting customers and charging fees.

Seeing Leng Qi and them coming out, the men who were squatting on the ground and smoking dry cigarettes had their eyes lit up and looked over one after another.

But as soon as he heard that he was going into the mountains, he shook his head like a rattle, squatted on the ground and squinted his eyes, swallowed the clouds and spitted fog, and ignored Leng Qi.

After asking a few times, the man said: "We can't do it, the horses can't drive, it's nothing to leave here in a flat place, and I don't have that ability when I enter the mountains!" This job can't be taken! ”

As he spoke, the man looked around, then pointed to the old man in a corner, and said angrily: "If you go into the deep mountains and old forests, no one will have the ability to pull you in, it's fatal!" But if you go to the mountains to go to the tunzi, the old man is a boss in charge! ”

The four monsters in the Northeast wear leather jackets and hair facing outward.

The old man was dressed like this, with a thick sheepskin jacket and a fur hat...... Tightly wrapped.

The aging Wei Wei couldn't stand the cold. Leng Qi was inexplicably impatient.

Hearing Leng Qi say that he was going to Gong Niutun, the old man cleared his throat, coughed a few times, and wiped his hands on his jacket: "That's far away, I really don't dare to go a few years ago, I don't dare to go, there is no life in the mountains, tigers, leopards, bears, and blind people have all run to the periphery!" Although the public has sent people to set up posts on the road in recent years, it has been snowing for a few days, and those hungry and red-eyed beasts dare to eat anything! ”

Leng Qi rubbed his frozen red nose on the collar, a little impatient: "Old man, let's not pull the calf, can you pull it or not?" Give me a good word! ”

The old man on the ground opened his half-closed eyelids, stretched out his finger and gestured: "Pull!" However, this is the number! ”

Li Mengkai tore off the scarf tightly wrapped around his face and glared at him: "Eight hundred? I said, old man, you're too dark, why don't you grab it? ”

Leng Qi fumbled for a long time, and threw a stack of tickets over: "One thousand!" If something happens to the horse on the road, it's mine! Hurry up! ”

The old man could not count them, but when he shook them, he put the money into his bosom, and slowly took a bundle of sheepskins from his horse, and spread them on the plow.

Leng Qi put Wei Wei up, wrapped it firmly, and then looked at Wei Wei who was like an old dead wood, with a complicated expression: "It's almost ......"

The corners of Wei Wei's bark-like mouth squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and he nodded slightly.

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Stepping on the snow on the ground, creaking and creaking.

The snow crushed the dead branches in the forest.

The hare stepped on the snow on the ground and made a way out.

Coldly, a blue and black hand stretched out and grabbed the rabbit's neck, and the blood was dripping on the snow, like plum blossoms blooming in the middle of winter, bewitching and weird.

Throwing away the rabbit that could no longer squeeze out a trace of blood, Huang Biao squatted on the snow with a tree trunk, his eyes looking straight at the sky.

He is really familiar with this forest, and he has relied on each other for his life since the beginning...... All kinds of so far.

He had never been so disgusted with himself!

Old Seven, he must be very angry now.

Huang Biao smiled bitterly.

No one understands how complicated his heart was at that moment when he saw Leng Qi in Changsha.

Leng Qi is still alive, which is one thing that still makes him very happy to this day.

In the past, when the brothers met, they should have a good drink.

It's been a long time since I've seen Mazi, and he must be still alive, probably, before long, we'll be able to meet.

The seventh will come too...... The brothers who used to depend on each other for their lives, after a few years, are finally going to meet again......

Huang Biao's panic for no reason, those people in his memory, Lao Zou, Ah Mu, Ma Zi, Leng Qi, Third Master......

In his mind, the repeatedly intertwined figures made Huang Biao's whole person at a loss.

The black gas swirled and the trunks of the trees behind them rattled.

The ink-like lines crawled all over the face of the yellow label at some point, and they were as dense as earthworms.

The gray eyes of the yellow specimen gradually turned red and black like a bottomless abyss, until the black gas gushed out, and the yellow specimen roared in pain.

Not far away, the hungry red-eyed tiger suddenly turned around and ran away......

Huang Biao spasmed, his fingers scratched long black fingerprints on the trunk of the tree, and the memory of four years ago once again irrepressibly came to his mind:

Huang Biao still remembers that day, Lao Song asked him to stand guard.

After that, there was a gunshot, and he would never forget how he was when he saw Leng Qi lying on the snow, blood gushing out of his chest.

Great anger and horror overwhelmed the rest of consciousness.

He only remembered that he ran over like crazy, but what he met was the muzzle of the old Song Dynasty's black hole and his face without a trace of emotion.

The gun rang off, and the moment the bullet entered his heart, Huang Biao knew that he was going to die.

He had never hated a person so much, the person named Lao Song, the person who shot at Leng Qi!

He can't wait to cut that person with a thousand knives and crush his bones and scatter ashes!

But little by little, the strength was withdrawn from the body.

Huang Biao is unwilling, for Leng Qi and Ma Zi, as a brother, he has always been just a drag, he was in the past, and he is now.

He blamed himself, blamed himself for being so careless, so gullible for believing the man named Lao Song.

Later, his consciousness gradually began to drift, and Huang Biao only vaguely remembered that there was a big disturbance at night......

Jiu'er cried "help" and ran out, and later, when he came back, Jiu'er brought a lot of people behind him.

Where can Jiu'er, who has just opened his wisdom, distinguish between good and bad, good and evil, what Jiu'er can't notice at all is that the group of people it brought back are full of life.

Huang marked, and the leader of the group walked up to him, and the meaning of his smile was unknown: "Boy, do you want to avenge Leng Qi?" ”

All Huang Biao's unwillingness and hatred seemed to have found a support point, and he nodded in a daze, as long as he could avenge Leng Qi and kill Lao Song, he was willing to do anything.

"Hahahaha...... Good, good, good! Enter my corpse training lineage, and from now on, you will never be a drag again! ”

The man in black at the head looked up to the sky and laughed, shaking all over his body with laughter.

Huang Biao didn't care, he only cared about the man in black's sentence "Enter my corpse training lineage, you will never be a drag again!" ”

The man in black smiled and pinched out a crystal clear white jade pen, which was so familiar.

The tip of the pen was soft, and it was pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and an indescribable thing rushed from his forehead into his mind, then to his internal organs, and finally to his whole body......

At that moment, Huang Biao faintly heard a voice that seemed to come from the depths of his soul: "Seven nights, hey, how about you destroy my physical body, what about destroying the two life gates, I still came back again......"