Chapter 192

It didn't take long for Lin Xuanzhong and them to be completely surrounded by the fragrance.

"Good business, sir, let's get some meat to eat," begged the tortured prisoners, urged by hunger. The uncle shouted sentence by sentence, making many escorts laugh.

"Don't worry, when the uncles are all ready, the leftovers are yours. I don't know if it was to see those people pitiful, or to deliberately deceive those people, an ordinary martial artist with an arrogant appearance smiled and agreed, and excited those martial cultivators who were begging for alms to be grateful to them.

Sitting back to back in the middle of the crowd, Lin Xuanzhong and the three of them whispered about the original plan while observing the surrounding situation. After a brief exchange, the three of them quickly reached a consensus that as long as there were no accidents on the way to the mine, the three of them would follow the team without any resistance, and they would discuss the long term after arriving at the mine.

Now there is no other choice, the three of them can only hold the plan to take one step at a time. After a brief discussion, all three of them casually observed the situation around them as if they didn't know each other.

The backbone of the martial arts cultivator who was in hard labor was reluctant to bow his head and beg those people even if he was hungry, but there were always people who looked miserable and kept praying to those people for food, and the two completely different performances made Lin Xuanzhong's heart have a great impact.

In the night, Lin Xuanzhong could barely see the faces and expressions of the people around him. Some people are silent and cold, some people are miserable and pitiful, and the tragic performance of all the hard labor sets off those escort personnel, but in Lin Xuanzhong's eyes, except for the seventh-order martial cultivator, everyone else is just an ordinary martial cultivator, no different from the hard labor around them.

It's a pity that the facts are very different from Lin Xuanzhong's thoughts, because the situation is different, those escorts do have a high status and have the ability to control the life and death of everyone, while many of the hard labor is just a prisoner who has lost his force, or the goods are more appropriate.

Good and evil are so obvious in his eyes, but when he thinks about it, there is only a difference between strong and weak in Lin Xuanzhong's eyes. Lin Xuanzhong didn't know if the surrounding hard laborers were all good people, so the judging criteria were only the strong and the weak.

I don't know when, ice flowers fell from the sky, and they fell on people.

"It's snowing," someone shouted, and a cold wind followed. In the light of the fire, snowflakes fall like flying catkins.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and those escorts were afraid that the snow would affect the burning of the fire, so they sped up their actions one by one and hurried to eat. At the same time, some of them hurried to get some hay from all around and collect it so that they could keep warm at night.

As the snowflakes continue to fall, the cold wind gradually blows, and there is nothing to block the snow on the barren plains, let alone the wind. The air grew colder and colder, and many of the slaves soon shivered from the cold, and then they could only cling to the others in panic.

"What should I do, it's snowing!" Taking advantage of the panic, Ming did not regret chatting with the two again.

"What else can I do? I don't even have a tool to cover it, I can only drench it. ”

"It's cold when the wind blows, and if our clothes get wet with snow again, I'm afraid we'll be sad tonight. ”

"You can't go over there and make a fire, can you?"

Next to the two of them, Lin Xuanzhong listened carefully to Ming Buregret and Qing Yi talking about the snow, and his brows were twisted.

"Let's get closer to each other," there is no other way, but to propose this without regrets. But that still didn't help. The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and soon the three people who were only wearing thin clothes were all wet, and it was useless to get closer.

The snow trickled down the backs of the three of them, and it didn't take long for their clothes to get wet, and all three of them could feel the others shivering, because it was too cold.

Half an hour later, there was already a white expanse around them, and everyone had a layer of snow on their heads. Many of the laborers could not function because of the true qi in their bodies, so they could only resist the biting cold like ordinary people, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably in the wind and snow, and their teeth chattered.

A martial artist has fallen to the point where he is now, and he looks even more pitiful than the ordinary beggars, but the wind and snow did not let them go.

The cold wind whimpered, the snowflakes drifted away, and the cold breath continued to increase, and some prisoners were already frozen and couldn't help but pray to the escorts for a fire, but the result was the same as those begging for food before, and the final reply was the word "roll".

The escorts impatiently used all kinds of threatening words to gradually make all the prisoners understand that not only would they not give them food, but they would not let them warm themselves.

Under the deterrence of those escorts, except for some martial cultivators who had already been knocked unconscious, the rest of them were shivering but did not dare to say a word again.

"It's a bad time for this to happen, so let's wait for us to send all these unlucky ghosts to snow again. ”

"Yes, if a few of these unlucky ghosts are frozen to death, we will still be held accountable when the time comes. ”

"Don't worry, this snow shouldn't fall overnight, and besides, they are martial cultivators who have lost their true qi, but it doesn't mean that they also have no martial arts physique, and they will be fine. ”

The escorts kept complaining about the bad weather and relieved each other, and it was not good for them to encounter such weather. But compared with Lin Xuanzhong's situation, they don't know how many times more comfortable they can be heated by the fire.

While many escorts were chatting, the seventh-order martial arts correction that led the team sat on the grass. Above it was a simple shed made of weapons by a dry man, which was specially used to keep the snow out of the man. The corners of the clothes fluttered in the cold wind, and just one back was already extremely tall. Having this man sitting there is a deterrent to everybody.

Time passed little by little, and after half an hour, many escorts dozed off in the wind and snow, and as long as they kept running their true qi, the night could pass normally.

But those hard laborers, except for Lin Xuanzhong and the three of them, who were secretly running their true qi to keep them warm as much as possible, the others could only freeze and freeze all the time. The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and no one had the strength to pull it aside, and many people had been hidden under the snow, leaving only a human-shaped snowman.

Before long, everyone would be buried under the snow, and the cold wind was still blowing. In the case that even the true qi could not maintain their body temperature, the three of them gradually gave up the cold in order not to make too much noise, after all, they did not eat half as much as those escorts at night.

The icy snow water flowed through the body, and there was a biting chill everywhere, as if they had been cut by a thousand knives, and the three of them had to endure unimaginable pain all the time. I don't know how long it passed, but the cold feeling subsided, and then my whole body became hot and dry like a fire. It was getting hotter and hotter, as if flesh and blood were about to boil.

Sensing this change, he thought that his body could already resist the cold on his own, and Lin Xuanzhong was secretly happy. At the same time, Ming Buregret and Qing Yi knew that this was an illusion caused by extreme coldness, and after this illusion passed, they were still cold.

In fact, this is where they should be happy, because if ordinary people go through this stage, they may turn into a dead corpse after that, but their martial arts cultivation is different, they just go through a strange process, and then everything will return to normal.

That kind of heat didn't last long, and it didn't take long for his body to gradually feel a burst of cold and piercing, the kind of coldness that hurt into the bone marrow, and the cold almost froze Lin Xuanzhong's thoughts. In extreme pain, Lin Xuanzhong's uncomfortable life was worse than death, but he didn't know how to tell the two people behind him.

In fact, the three of them have been silent for a long time, and no one wants to make any moves when they can't resist the severe cold, so Lin Xuanzhong can only hold back when he is bitter. Compared to the situation of Lin Xuanzhong and the three of them, the situation of those martial cultivators who were deeply poisoned was even worse.

Some of them only have a trace of true qi left in their bodies, which is not enough to keep out the cold, and if they want not to freeze to death, they can only continue to use their true qi to keep out the cold. Otherwise, once they stopped, they might freeze to death like ordinary people, which was the difference between them and Lin Xuanzhong and the others.

At the same time, the escorts were also cold and sad, the fires had been extinguished, and under the protection of the shelter without shelter from the wind and rain, everyone could only sit tightly together and maintain their body temperature by running the True Qi.

In the cold night, their complaints can be heard from time to time, and some people wake up from the cold, simply take a look at the surroundings and then continue to rest, regardless of the life or death of the people under the snow. Even if they knew that the cold was worse than they predicted, and they might really freeze to death, they didn't bother to care about anyone's life and death.

In the infinite cold, Lin Xuanzhong's consciousness was groggy and exhausted, but he couldn't close his eyes to rest, and after being buried under the snow, he couldn't see the situation outside.

In a situation where a simple action could not be completed, Lin Xuanzhong always thought about Qinglan and Lin Piaoyu in his heart. Everything was so clear, so clear that Lin Xuanzhong felt like he was dying.

As the scenes emerged, Lin Xuanzhong became more and more painful, I don't know if it was brought about by emotions or because of the current situation, everything suddenly became blurred. After those images kept flashing in front of him, Lin Xuanzhong always felt like crying, because he could always feel that those people were calling him.

Every time I wanted to reach out and touch them, but in the end I couldn't catch anything, and that feeling of powerlessness was like a kind of imprint on Lin Xuanzhong's heart, and it wasn't until Lin Xuanzhong realized that everything was an illusion that all the pictures gradually disappeared.

In the situation that he couldn't describe himself at this moment, Lin Xuanzhong felt that everything was like an illusion, and couldn't help but want to move.

The snow was still falling outside, and a grain bag had formed in the middle of the escorts, covering all the hard labor. Because these people always have a temperature on them, hollows have formed in the snowdrifts, and the snow covering some people has formed a series of connected rooms.