"Something strange happened, the early spring has passed, and the weather should be getting warmer and warmer, how do I feel like it's going to snow outside the window?" the topless drunk man put on a tattered cloth coat and said to the person next to him, "Don't you feel cold!"

"That's you drank too much, the empty cup on this table! Fools know you're the only one who drank it. The other man hurriedly put his clothes on his upper body.

"Beware of the tongue cut by the glass, your lies can't fool me!" the drunken man picked up his glass and poured the whole glass into his stomach. "It's not cold this time, spirits can puncture lies, and it can also protect against the cold, which is a good thing!"

"Spirits can make you unable to find a woman, not to have a son, let alone cultivate the fields and go out hunting. ”

The two of them let the spirits get their heads daunted, but they did withstand the sudden cold. The innkeeper brought two large beers on the oak table, complaining about the vagaries of the weather. He was a large, broad-bodied man, and the brown linen shorts that covered his body perfectly set off the lines of his muscles.

"You're wondering, my boss. The thin drunk dangled with a beer, "Don't be confused, the climate in early spring is like a woman's temper, just now she was gentle and considerate, but in the blink of an eye she became a shrew, as long as you can hold back, you are sure to have good fruit to eat." ”

"Yesterday I took a cool shower in the yard and today I will put on my fur coat, and I can guarantee that it will snow tonight. The boss said.

"I promise too...... The smell of your wine will attract bandits, and if you have discovered this, hire me to shelter your inn from the elements, and as for the reward, you can drink it for free. Another drunk man waved his arms, his pink face like a ripe apple.

"The boss will get two heavily armed mercenaries and teach you a hard lesson in what it's like to threaten an inn. ”

"Of course I won't, what would I do without you, but then again, if you do anything here and destroy my glasses and tables and chairs, I'll throw you into the pigsty and sleep with the pigs. The boss showed off his pectorals, latissimus dorsi, and thick arms to the two drunks. "While you're still awake, take a little weight. ”

The drunk looked at the beer foam floating in the wine glass, and looked disdainful, "No, without this wine glass, everything is gone." ”

"There's a stack behind the door if needed. The boss walked back to the front desk, "This cold wind can't resist my spirits, and if it drops any more, I'll heat up my stove and let the cold wind go around the inn." ”

"I haven't seen your inn in the cold when winter comes, my boss. Customers in the distance shouted. Ling Corner took over, "The arrival of the cold heralds the arrival of the Snow Queen, and I will melt her with my broad heart." The man stood up and posed, and there was a burst of laughter from the inn. They banged on the table with their glasses, their leather boots tread to the rhythm, vinegar dishes collided, and they cried for wine, and for a moment the tavern was caught in a wave of joy.

Until a peasant boy slammed into the door, staggered to his knees, and his head opened a finger's width of the opening, and the blood could not stop flowing down, but he did not seem to feel pain. "Oh no, there's movement in the valley to the west! Go and see, go quickly!"

"Little brother, whose cat scared you like this?" the man handed him a whole piece of chicken leg, "Eat, when you're full, go catch the cat." There was a snickering all around.

The boy shook him off, "Dead drunkard, take back your food! I'm not here to make fun of you, I'm going to tell the others about this." He pointed in the direction of the west, "It's in the valley, you see." He said he ran out of the hotel and disappeared into the twilight.

The people in the inn sensed that the little imp was not joking, and they looked at each other, trying to find the answer in each other, and when the hall fell silent, the strange cold finally poked their heads awake. "The bandits are waiting for you outside. Someone spoke.

"I'll keep my word, Boss. The drunken man staggered to his feet, unarmed except a dirt-stained shovel. When he walked out of the inn and stepped into the street, he realized that the boy had not lied, and that the streets were now full of people, who were all looking at the valley to the west, pointing and talking.

The drunken man looked up for something strange in the west, the setting sun was still shining, a few bright stars hung high on the ridge as expected, the dense forest became dark and silent, and he found no enemy. "Who's all the fuss, where are the bandits, tell me where they are?"

"Shh......h Don't talk, you listen. An old woman said.

The drunkard stood still, but all he could hear was his head buzzing, everything around him was spinning, and he didn't like to be quiet, especially when the wine came up. Suddenly, a warm current arched from his throat, and the thick wine acid mixed with greasy food spat out on the street. This aroused the disgust of the people around them, who avoided it and cursed incessantly.

But to the drunk, it's just a herd of sheep neighing. He ignored the men and walked alone in the direction of the valley, being advised not to do so, others encouraging and encouraging him, but most of them turned a blind eye, and their attention was focused on the dim valley.

What are you worried about? What are you afraid of?" the drunkard looked contemptuous, and swaggered ahead of everyone until he was the only one left with him, and in front of him was the woods he knew all too well. He grew up here, and he knew that there was a north-south path near the forest, and up the hillside, there was an abandoned farm at the other end of the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain was the lowest of the two mountains, yes, the valley on that side.

The drunken man tugged at the shabby cloth clothes, he regretted that he had worn too little, and kept cursing the ghost weather, he remembered that at this time yesterday, he was helping his friend busy in the fields, and the sweltering heat made him breathless, but today was very different. No, if you go any further, you will freeze to death, and the drunk secretly decides to go back, but remembers what he said at the inn. So he dared to cross a dry ditch to the edge of the forest, and the town behind him was covered in night, but he could still hear the noise of the crowd and the barking of the dogs.

He knew in his heart that Dragonfly Town was only a dozen miles away from Meiyan City, where soldiers from various countries were stationed, and the black-clothed people who lived in Heiqiu Mountain were also only a few dozen miles away from Dragonfly Town, so it was impossible for the bandits and robbers to come to Dragonfly Town to rob them, if this was the case, they would not be able to escape from this land after the fact. So what scares these people?

A bitter cold wind forced him to stop, and he hurriedly hid behind a large tree, avoiding the cold wind blowing from the dense forest, and peered to observe the darkness ahead, the air from his mouth condensed into wisps of white mist before his eyes, and he could no longer hear the sounds coming from the town, including the subtle vibrations, birdsong, and insect chirping. He realized that danger was nearby, and it was too late to turn around and run back, so he put the shovel to his chest and cautiously stepped back.

It was getting colder and quieter, and in an instant, the drunkard heard the voice, and at first it was a noisy noise, and slowly, the noise turned into a roar, and the sound was low and powerful, like a flood of 10,000 tons about to fall on the empty rocks. Immediately after, the valley and forest began to tremble violently, and the strange sound kept changing and distorting. The drunkard dropped the shovel and covered his ears tightly, but to no avail, the sound passed through the palm of his hand and into his ears, disturbing his mind, he felt lonely, sad because of loneliness, sobbing because of sadness, as if the happiness of the world was slowly disappearing, and there was infinite darkness in front of him. He fell to the ground, crawling, struggling.

At last when there was only darkness before him, he heard the voice, very close and very clear: the sound of footsteps, the sound of leather whips, the wails and the sound of wheels, dense and mighty through the forest, over the valley, the harsh screams of the iron cables, the whipping of the leather whips like roaring thunder, the heavy footsteps seemed to crush the rocks and sink into the earth, and as for the heart-rending wail, it was more like the mourning of the dead from the depths of hell. He could hear the wheels spinning, the horses screeching, and the trees withering and the green grass withering.

At last he saw the enemy, and the black smoke filled quickly, and everywhere he went, it was a horse, a horse wrapped in black smoke, its eyes glowing blue, and with a whip, the carriage appeared behind him, and the one on it was cloaked, and he waved his arm, and when the whip fell, the drunkard was deprived of everything.