A wandering white light flowed into my eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes, a bucket of ice water fell from the sky and poured it on my head.

The biting chill, like a whip, slammed me awake.

Wiping my face and covering my trembling body, I saw that standing in front of me was the waiter who had led me into the village yesterday.

I scrambled to my feet, trying to shout and curse, but when I heard the noisy sound of pigs in the house, I suddenly stopped.

I whispered, "Why are you splashing me?" How cold is it on the mountain, why are you so hard-hearted?

"Hehe, I'm warming you up, you'll have to thank me later."

His voice was very light, and his expression was full of disdain.

"Thank you?"

I wanted to look up to the sky and snort coldly, but I didn't dare.

"Let's go, go where you need to go."

I rubbed my sour eyes and thought: Go where I want to go? What could be more miserable than here?

The ink is still thick, and the Zhuangzi is lit with dim lights, and when you are in a good mood, you will feel that this place is beautiful. At the moment, I just feel like a ghost land.

The cold currents on the top of the mountain are thick and dense. With a wave of his hand, he seemed to be able to hold a handful of thin ice chips.

The attendants walked around several courtyards and through several secluded paths, and the further they went, the more cold they felt.

The cold wind was like an ice knife, and the person who cut it gradually lost consciousness.

If I hadn't taken a strong breath, I'd have fainted on the ground.

After a few more steps, the front was as open as the plain, and the first rays of morning glow in the sky, like a red petal, creeped and rose.

At this time, the cold snap is like a knife, and the person who splits it is in great pain.

When I walked to a cliff as straight as a hook, there were already more than a dozen black shadows standing here like wax figures.

When I got closer, I saw seven or eight people, just like me, soaking wet, gritting their teeth and being silent.

An old voice came from the crowd: Are you here?

"It's all right."

A few black-clothed people who looked like waiters were full of respect.

The old man walked out slowly, and through the dim blue light, I saw that he was wearing a black mask, with silver temples, black eyebrows, and sharp eagle eyes, looking extremely majestic.

"Yesterday, you have already experienced the treatment of Honjo's head, and next, the second way."

His voice was as loud and powerful as a bell.

"The second one?"

In the crowd, someone muttered.

The old man sneered and said: At my age, the least thing I like is to be interrupted when I speak.

As soon as his words fell, he suddenly heard a "bang", and the person who had just interjected had been kicked off the cliff by the man in black beside him.

"Ah......h

The heart-rending screams were quickly swallowed up by the wind.

Quietly, colder than the cold snap, in the crowd was the tyranny of the old man.

The old man said slowly: The second name is "Nine Deaths and One Life". What is "Nine Deaths"? The altitude of Nongye Mountain is 1,280 meters, there is a wide and deep blue lake surrounded by the mountain for many years, the lake water is clear, and those who fall into it die nine out of ten, so it is called "Nine Dead Lake". And this cliff at the foot of the foot is extremely sinister, the cliff body is full of sharp stones, poisonous insects are frequent, and the person who jumps off the cliff has a lifetime, so it is called "a career".

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Nine deaths?" It is better to take it as "there is no return".

The old man continued: After passing this pass, the remaining days will be a blessing or a curse, and it all depends on your ability. However, when you are going well and will return to the desert, you must go back to Zhuangzi. I'm a fair person, and the order in which you play at this level is determined by the number of strokes of your name.

"Wang Yi, Literary Style, Wang Hua ......"

The old man read the names of eight people in a row. After reading it, Yang Yang Yang held the blank paper in his hand.

Oh my God, I'm the third? At this point, I just hate my name for being too simplistic.

There was agitation in the crowd, but it was limited to long sighs.

The ink color has not receded, and they can't see each other clearly, but everyone's heart must be afraid to the extreme, panicked to the limit.

"The faster you run and the farther you jump, the better your chances of survival. Okay, let's get started. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he sat down on the Taishi chair on the side, took the fragrant tea offered by the waiter, and drank it calmly.

"Wang Yi, come out quickly."

A waiter strode out and drank at the crowd.

After a while, a girl with shaved shoulders and a thin waist and a round face and short hair walked out.

Her face was full of fear, her shoulders were shaking, her delicate hands covering her mouth and nose, and she was holding back the cry that was about to begin. Teardrops, glowing with a cold glow, fell on her cheeks.

Suddenly, she knelt down in front of the old man and slammed her head on the ground.

"Yo, little girl, get up and talk."

The girl cried "wow" and choked up, "I...... I am Wang Yi, and I beg the old gentleman to let me go.

"I like this title, old sir."

The old man picked up the girl and said calmly: Let you go, there is a price.

"Huh?" The girl looked at him stunned, her round mouth open.

Everyone knows what the old man means, and the translation is: Sleep with me, let you go.

After two or three seconds, the girl nodded without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, the old man sneered and said: The price is to lose all the memories of your life, your world will be blank, you will not be able to remember your relatives and friends, and you will not be able to remember everything you have experienced.

The girl collapsed on the ground, like a walking corpse, with tears streaming down her face.

The old man saw the endless despair in her eyes, took a sip of tea, and sneered.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes lit up, she shouted, waved her arms, ran to the edge of the cliff, kicked her feet, and jumped down.

"Let's go," the tea bowl in the old man's hand fell off and fell to the ground, shattering into several petals.

"Backbone."

He stood up, walked to the edge of the cliff, and bowed to the empty cliff.

The rest of the attendants, when they saw the old man bending over, all lowered their heads to their knees.

Human nature is lovely, you hate when you are evil, and you cry when you are good.

Is the old man kind? I disagree. However, the current scene makes people have mixed feelings.

"Wen Feng, it's your turn."

The old man returned to the Taishi chair, picked up a bowl of fragrant tea, sniffed the fragrance of tea, and said.

"Drink! Come on. ”

A burly and sturdy man shouted, lifted his breath, and walked out.

He wears a black vest, and the muscles on his arms are like iron stones, and he is full of tough guy style.

I pinched my arm, and it was soft and weak.

The rest of the people hung their heads gloomily. Even if you are extremely smart, even if you are bold and ambitious, without this iron body, you can only be born hopeless.

Wen Feng took a few big steps back, beat his chest, kicked up his feet, and ran to the edge like a black horse.

Suddenly heard the sound of "ah", he ran to the edge of the cliff, and stepped on the air and fell straight down.

"Bang," there was a dull thud from the cliff.

Everyone was shocked, how could such a brave young man stumble?

I thought to myself: Could it be that he is short-sighted and has not seen clearly? Did he run too fast to jump? Don't......

"The next person, Wang Hua."

At the sound of my name, the blood in my whole body suddenly rushed to the top of my head.

The heart is a troublemaker, and the more critical the moment, the harder it beats.

The old man looked at me, took out a bottle of red potion from his pocket, and said leisurely: I don't want to die, it's very simple, drink this bottle of potion.

I know it's "Oblivion Laughter", a potion that can isolate your mind from the world.

However, that "isolation" is more frightening than death.

It imprisons your past, seals your story, the world of the past, and has nothing to do with the present you.

At this time, the first thing I think of is Sister Yun. When I think of her, my eyes burst into tears.

"Hey, don't poke there, either drink medicine or jump off a cliff."

It was the attendant who led me into the village yesterday. His left eye glanced respectfully at the old man, and his right eye stared at me fiercely.

For a moment, I wanted to jump off the cliff with him in my arms, but finally I couldn't bear it and looked into the distance.

In the sky, the petal-shaped morning glow has burned into a few red flowers.

"Okay, cliff jumping."

I took a few steps back, hid the black bag in my arms, swung my arms round, bowed my legs, and ran quickly.

The cold snap was like a hail rushing by, the shaved cheeks hurt, and the brain was frozen to death at this moment.

My eyesight was good, and when I was running to the end, I jumped out with a slam kick.

"Whoosh......"

"...... Uproar"

A huge air flow grazed my body, and a sharp whistling sounded, and in my ears, there was only the sound of the wind.

I thought it was the coldest at the top of the mountain.

Who would have thought, after jumping down, the cold flowed through my body, and the cold was like an invisible adhesive, attached to my body layer by layer, and I felt that the nerves in my whole body were necrotic section by section.

My body is no longer under my control, my mind is white, my mind is wandering, perhaps it is desperately waiting for death to come.

"Bang ......"

Faintly, I heard the sound of falling water.

"...... Uproar"

A cold stream of cold water swallowed me, and the ice that had attached to me was washed away, and I finally woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I was already in the water, and my mouth was constantly choking on ice water, and my belly was gradually bulging.

Instinctively, I struggled to swim upstream. But with a wave of his hand and a kick of his leg, his whole body hurts.

My water skills are not bad, and I tried my best to finally swim to the surface.

"Ahem...... Poof......"

The bile in my body was about to be spit out.

The "Nine Dead Lake" is worthy of its name, and I swam for a long time with the strength squeezed out of my overdrawn body, but I still can't see the edge.

The cold water constantly grabbed the heat from my body, sending a chill to the bone.

The morning sun is getting brighter and brighter, my limbs are getting heavier and darker, and my eyes are getting darker and darker.

Every nerve in the body, in the moment of brief resurrection, died quickly.

"Bang!"

The sound of someone falling into the lake sounded in my ears, and when I looked at the surface of the lake, the man was covered in blood and sank to the bottom of the lake. The blood followed him and sank with him.

It seems that this time he is going to die in the belly of the fish.

However, dying silently in this beautiful and quiet cold lake will not be too embarrassing.

I was so tired that I couldn't lift my arms anymore, and my body was sinking into the water like a boulder.

Suddenly, a smear of red blood ran down my head and choked into my nose.

The sweet smell made me want to vomit, and when I looked up, there was a black shadow floating on the surface of the lake.

"What's that? Maybe it will save my life. ”

However, at this time, I couldn't exert any strength.

After another meter or two, I slammed on a hard erection on the sole of my foot.

Looking down, a face as white as paper burrowed into my pupils.

It's the girl who just jumped off the cliff!

Her body slowly floated towards me, a pair of dark green eyes staring at me, and blood flowed from her lips and nose.

She wore a long red dress, the skirt bulged, wrapped tightly around her delicate white body, red and white, and dressed her up like a ghost.

Suddenly, she blinked, a grim smile broke out on her lips, and a stream of blood gushed from her mouth.

My heart was shocked, and I hit a few spirits in a row, and a wave of evil force was born in my body, and I desperately went upstream.

Jumping out of the water, I saw a broken pine tree.

Come to think of it, the black shadow I just saw in the water was it.

"Providence!"

The joy of being in a desperate situation made me forget the cold around me.

When I swam to the pine tree and climbed the tree, I suddenly saw a man at the broken end. This person is a literary style.

The sharp stab pierced his stomach, and his body was half hanging from the pine wood, half soaked in the cold water.

His face was pale without a trace of blood, his two thick lips had turned a terrible purple, and his eyes looked at the whitening sky.

"Brother, hold on, swim to the shore, and I'll take you to the hospital."

"I ...... No...... No way...... It's here. ”

I touched his iron arm and couldn't say a word of comfort.

"I ...... There is a sister...... Text 1...... One...... Help...... She. ”

A...... Should...... I. ”

"Okay, I promise you."

At this moment, no matter what he says, I will be full of promises. It's a tragic thing to die without turning a blind eye.

In the blink of an eye, he lost his breath, his eyelids fell, and he went safely.

A blood-red sun set on the calm lake, rippling and rippling, and the day dawned.

Holding on to the pine wood, facing the breeze, I don't know how far I drifted, I felt like I was stranded.

As soon as I let go and fell into the shallows, I couldn't help but let out a muffled cry, feeling that the skeleton of my whole body was shattered.

The sun is getting warmer, and the sound of everything is ringing all around.

After lying in the beach for half an hour, I finally rolled over and sat up.

Although his physical strength has recovered a lot, he is still as weak as helping a sick.

Looking around, there is a lush forest everywhere, and beyond, a circle of hills.

After another hour of rest, I found a natural hole, and I put the style in it and buried it.

"Amitabha, good, good."

Looking for prestige, a fat-headed monk in a yellow robe and red robe was standing behind me with a kind face and a one-handed salute.

"Oh no, will he think that Wen Feng was killed by me?"

I pulled my legs and wanted to run, and the fat-headed monk smiled and said: The donor is slow, you are afraid that there will be bad omens in the near future, and the poor monk has his own solution.

The appearance of the fat-headed monk is like a wandering monk.

His words struck me in the heart. Besides, I didn't kill the style of writing, so why did you want to escape?

I stepped forward, clasped my hands together, and said in a humble voice: I beg the master to ignite.

"Okay, you come with me."

I glanced back at the towering farmhouse and swore to myself: I will definitely come back.