The snow-capped mountains at night have an indescribable quietness, bright and clear.

Leng Qi still didn't go to Gong Niutun in the end.

Whether it was Lao Zou, Ah Mu or the others in the tunzi, Leng Qi didn't want to implicate any of them anymore.

When there was still some distance from Gong Niutun, Leng Qi didn't let the boss go any further.

For one, it's getting late.

Second, the temperature at night is surprisingly cold compared to the day, and the night overhead has gradually become foggy.

This is undoubtedly a great blessing for Wei Wei.

But Leng Qi's face was not good-looking, and he seemed to be suppressing something in his heart.

"Old man, okay, just send us here, you can go back when you are old, you are used to walking, this little night road, it will be difficult for you!!"

Leng Qi jumped down from the plow, talking with his mouth, but his eyes were staring in one direction.

The old man in charge of the horse pursed his mouth, squinted at Leng Qi for a while, and nodded: "The old man's age, it is still accurate to see people, what bowl you boys serve, what kind of food you eat, I can also think of a five!" Look at you are a cheerful person, this mountain is really restless, in the past few years, which year the mountain gods have not eaten a few of you like this! Hey, do it yourself! ”

To the old man's words, Leng Qi nodded absentmindedly.

Until the old man drove the horse and disappeared at the corner of the mountain road, Leng Qi's face changed, and his breathing became heavier.

Li Mengkai and Yuan Zhenzi and the Liuqing monk who was carrying Wei Wei on their backs all looked at each other, and they didn't know why Leng Qi was so wrong.

"Seventh, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

Li Mengkai kept rubbing his hands and shaking off the snow foam on his clothes.

"Someone!"

Leng Qi's voice was low, and as he spoke, he had already stepped on the knee-thick snow nest and ran over one foot at a shallow foot.

Li Mengkai looked at the dead trees of varying thicknesses around him, and was confused: "There is not even a ghost!" Where did the people come from! ”

But as soon as the words fell, Leng Qi's roar was already heard from the forest:

"Stop!"

Li Mengkai's face was shocked, and he and Yuan Zhenzi Liuqing hurried over.

"There are really people! Seventh, do you see it clearly! ”

Leng Qi's voice was trembling: "I only saw the back!" He's already been with us for a stick of incense! ”

Yuan Zhenzi's face moved, frowned, and did not say a word, but lowered his head to look at the series of footprints on the snow that stretched all the way to the depths of the forest.

"Leng Qi, you see, the depth of this footprint is half shallower than ours, and it is not messy at all! Either he is not a living person, or this person is unimaginably rich! ”

Moto-mako grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and rubbed it in her hands.

"So I can't catch up with him!"

Leng Qi exhaled, and the gloom between his eyebrows was very thick.

Liuqing was angry and grinned: "It's okay to follow the footprints, let's see which bastard it is!" Sprinkler's scalp is about to freeze! ”

Several people were stunned, shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

Li Mengkai ripped off his scarf and wrapped it up for Liuqing's bald head: "The authorities are fascinated, and it is really so!" ”

People wear thick clothes, especially on the legs and feet, to be tightly impermeable, otherwise once the melting snow seeps into the pantyhose, and then encounters cold air, the result can be imagined.

In the same way, with such a thick snowfall, it is very difficult to run, and it will not take much effort to warm up the body, and if the heat cannot get out, it will sweat, and the result will be very serious.

If it's close to home, it's naturally nothing, but there is no shop in front of the village here, so you can only walk slowly on the snow.

Daomen cultivates the heart and forges the body, and physical strength is not a big problem for a few of them.

It's just that when the fog in the forest is getting heavier and heavier, the footprints on the snow are still endless.

"I've been chasing for most of the night!" Li Mengkai frowned, his face was very ugly.

Leng Qi squeezed out a smile and said, "Well, but it's almost there, it's not far away!" You see, the two footprints before Fang Cai are far apart, and the one in front has gradually become compact! This man's pace has slowed down! ”

Leng Qi smiled reluctantly.

Yuan Zhenzi's expression suddenly moved, and he took a deep look at Leng Qi: "Leng Qi, do you already know who it is!" ”

Leng Qi looked at Yuan Zhenzi fiercely, opened his mouth, and after a long time, he lowered his head and took another step and whispered: "Let's go!" ”

The mountains are continuous.

When the fog finally fell, it was already early in the morning.

The fog, the snow, the sky and the earth, all white, only the faint black shadows of the dead trees a few steps away, barely make people's eyes have a focus.

Leng Qi's skin was a little blue, and he gave his coat to Wei Wei.

Ordinary people can't survive overnight in such weather, and Leng Qi can't imagine what kind of intention Wei Wei has survived until now at this time......

The originally quiet forest has become a little restless as the fog falls.

Laughter, cries, screams, and resentment came from time to time in the fog, as if ringing in human ears, but they could be listened to, but they were ethereal, rootless, and sourceless......

Leng Qi remembered that Jiu'er once said that there are many things in the two life worlds, and many things that can't stay in the human world, but can't go to the underworld.

In the thick fog, something suddenly screamed and pounced on Leng Qi.

Leng Qi's complexion changed greatly, and in a hurry, he pinched his fingers and pointed straight at the eyebrows of the blue-faced and red-eyed corpse demon, but when Leng Qi saw the corpse demon clearly, his fingers suddenly froze.

Letting the corpse demon's arms wrap around his waist, the tears in Leng Qi's eyes rolled out uncontrollably.

The monstrous anger and sadness, the irrepressible Manyan from the bottom of his heart, drowned Leng Qi's soul, and Leng Qi only felt that there seemed to be another person's faint mournful roar in his soul.

On the corpse demon, the blue and gray robe was the same as before.

And the peach wood road sign on the waist, so familiar.

Leng Qi's headache for no reason, the scenes in the dream......

Back then, Yang Chengfeng and Qiye said that the disciples of the coffin sect were all trained by him to become corpses......

Leng Qi's eyes were about to split, and he cried bitterly: "If I was in the mountain gate back then, why would all the brothers and sisters be like this, and I would have been in exile for thousands of years......"

Leng Qi held his head with both hands, his eyes flickered, the color of pain almost collapsed, and his voice was hoarse with endless hatred: "Yang Chengfeng...... Yang Chengfeng...... If you don't die, I won't die for seven nights......"

Li Mengkai's complexion changed greatly, the silver needle pierced the heart of Leng Qi's eyebrows, pinched the trick with both hands, and walked along the Leng Qi meridian.

But Leng Qi didn't get better at all, the clear color in his eyes became weaker and weaker, and the look in his eyes seemed to be another stranger.

Li Mengkai was already crying with red eyes, he didn't know how the other will in Leng Qi's body could be so violent at this moment......

Wei Wei, who was like dead wood, opened his eyes violently, as if he had used all his strength, and pointed at Leng Qi: "Seven nights...... Your karma man has been unfair to Leng Qi in this life, how much has he lost for you? How can you bear to do it......"