In the winter of the 36th year of Emperor Wu, Qishan ushered in the first snow of the year.

The heavy snow fluttered like swirling cotton wool, and a thin layer was laid out when people took a nap. Qishan, located in the southwest, has a dry and cold climate, and it has not snowed so much for many years.

The old man wrapped in a thick jacket enjoyed the warmth brought by the charcoal fire in the house comfortably, and stared at the snow accumulating higher and higher outside the window, and sighed faintly: Mo was a wronged person who died very miserably.

Zhao Xue Zhao Xue, Zhao Xue, wronged Zhao, resentment like snow.

The villagers in the pits of Qishan were so busy with their livelihood that they were so overly relieved of the joy of getting rid of the two monsters that they had killed an old man with their own hands. Occasionally, when someone thinks of this at an inopportune time, they will comfort themselves that the village chief deserves to die, and it is the great retribution that God has accepted him.

To this day, the village chief has been lying in the ravine for seven days. According to the customs and traditions of the sunset, on the seventh day after death, the soul will return to his hometown to see his relatives and friends, and people will arrange meals and fruits as tributes, and describe the pain of lovesickness, but if the old village chief really has a wandering spirit left in the world, I am afraid he will not go back to see the village that made him disheartened.

After the heavy snowfall, many wild animals have begun to hibernate, and it is difficult to forage for food in the mountains, and the jackals wandering in the forest are missing this important ration because of the ban of the Kuimu Wolf King, and the days are really not very good. One of the lone wolves stepped over a dead branch crushed by the snow, and arched a black and purple hand out of the earth, so it bit down on its arm, which was as hard as iron, and dragged it back with all its might, until it pulled out a whole man: the village chief, who was dead.

The living can't eat it, and it's too wasteful for the dead not to let them eat it. The lone wolf summoned its companions and prepared to share the food with the village chief, when suddenly three rapid wolf howls sounded in the distant forest, and the wolves roared angrily for a while, and finally compromised and dragged the village chief deeper into the forest.

In the forest, where the heavy snow had hidden the traces of the battle a few days ago, dozens of wild wolves gathered under the corpses of the rotten black pig and Cangwu, and the wolf's head moved, biting and eating the body of the two demons, but the two pairs of steel and iron bones that had been tempered by the vitality made them unable to speak, and the pain was unspeakable.

Not far from the wolves, on the trunk of a small tree that is rarely intact, there is a delicate female doll like ceramics, the female doll is draped with extremely long and extremely long, like the green silk of a black waterfall, leisurely swimming, eating a string of sugar gourds with relish. In the cold winter, she did not wear shoes and socks, and she was bare, with a pair of jade feet, swaying back and forth on the branches.

More and more wolves arrived from all directions, hungry and starving, baring their bright red gums, their jaws deformed with exertion, crunching the two huge corpses.

After eating the last sugar-coated hawthorn and wiping the residue from the corners of her mouth, the little girl jumped down from the branch and fell into the wolves, her big eyes full of time passed over the hungry beasts, and looked straight at the side of the hill, where three wolves were hurrying towards the corpse of the village chief.

"The hour has come. The female doll muttered, raising her hand to form a mystical seal.

As the female doll's immature and delicate hands were put together, the extremely cold vitality swept through the entire mountain forest in an instant, and the wolves who were still thinking of eating felt thorns in their backs, wailed under the shock of coercion, and fled in all directions.

The cultivators in the world have different avenues of enlightenment, so the ability to awaken is not quite the same, this female doll looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, but the vitality released is faintly full of the atmosphere of changing the world, and she actually touched the threshold of the oven of heaven and earth, and half of her foot stepped into the realm of Shang Xian. If she wasn't a young genius from a wealthy family, she must be an old monster who had found the way to keep her youth forever in the mountains.

Driven by the gloomy vitality, the female doll's long hair became sensible, and she swayed like a snake. The black hair twisted into three strands, wrapping around the three stiff corpses, lifting them into the air with ease. These strands of hair are like a rope, and like a python that has captured its prey, and it keeps shrinking, tightening more and more, until the bodies of the three are broken into several pieces.

The brutal sight of stumps and flesh on the ground makes the scalp tingle, but more disgusting scenes are yet to come.

I saw that the female doll's hand changed, and the three strands of hair spread out, like a dense net, covering a corpse, and then belonging to the wild boar, tiger and different parts of the human being rolled up and stitched together by green silk, spliced together. The black hair that came in and out of the corpse was like a wriggling worm, shaping an unimaginable demon little by little.

After a long time, the female doll cut off the hair that implicated her and the corpse, her face was a little paler than before, she was quite satisfied to examine the deformity of the human face and the tiger's claws on the ground, stretched out her little hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, and then prepared the next spell.

The ominous ritual was not over, the female doll carefully unfolded a piece of azure rag, spread it on the ground, she bit her thumb, painted with blood, rough and agile outlined a bright red flower on the cloth. This flower is charming and treacherous, it often blooms in the stone crevice grave on weekdays, it is called the flower on the other side, and it is the flower that attracts the soul of the dead on the Huangquan Road.

After all that, the female doll covered the green cloth painted with flowers on the monster that had not yet awakened, and her little face was twisted into an extremely hideous appearance, and she opened her short arms and let out a piercing scream: "Alas, the soul is back!"

As if in response to the call of the female doll, a few blurred black shadows swept through the forest, and with a chill that was a little colder than the winter, they drilled into the body of the demon that had not yet woken up, so in the midst of the rancid stench, the hair connected to the joints began to writhe wildly with teeth and claws, and then a torso man full of oppression stood up, a little stiff and very fierce.

The female doll faced the monster she had concocted with one hand, jumped slightly, sat firmly on the demon's shoulder, she rubbed the hard iron mane on the demon's body, and said, "From now on, you will be my pet, so I will call you a roe deer owl." Knowing that you are still obsessed with the village, go back and take a look, everyone must be very happy to see you alive. ”

When the lifeless old village chief heard the girl's words, his eyes were white, his throat rolled, and he let out a few baby cries, and then turned his inflexible limbs and walked step by step in the direction of the village......

Starting from the Qishan Mountains, thousands of miles to the west across the sunset border, to the gray stone city of the Cangyang Wasteland, the drunken gold cave is quietly changing. In Cangyang, where the weak eat the strong, the change of power is really a trivial matter, but as one of the three fierce tigers in the wasteland, there are very few people who dare to fight him. The reason why there are always people in the streets and alleys today is because it is rumored that this city lord with a deep background and strength has not appeared in front of the world for more than half a month after returning from Yaque Ridge, and most of them are seriously injured and will die.

The City Lord's Mansion is a solemn palace carved from black rock, and the fierce and vicious people who have been enveloped by the tide and tigers from all directions form a strong barrier here, and most of the eyes that hide in the darkness will stop here.

But today there was a strange visitor to the City Lord's Mansion.

It was a white-faced young man, who was wandering and pacing in front of the temple gate, looking preoccupied. The person is very ordinary, and the appearance is also very ordinary, but it can be placed in front of the door of the Gray Stone City City Lord's Mansion, which is too unusual.

So a group of tall, heavily armed guards surrounded the weak young man, and it didn't matter whether he killed or chopped him, no one here had mercy on his life anyway, except for the young man himself.

Seeing that he was surrounded, the young man realized that he had broken into a catastrophe, and hurriedly showed a far-fetched smile on his face, exaggerated to the point that his eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and he timidly nodded to the guards and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, all the military masters raise their noble hands and let me go." ”

It may be that the young man's attitude was so sincere that these executioners, who had thousands of lives on their hands, could not find a reason to kill them, and they did not rush to do it for a while.

At this moment, the ground under everyone's feet suddenly shook violently, one after another, like layers of waves on the surface of the sea.

The foggy sky above the gray stone city was changing, the thick inky black clouds were rolling towards the ground, and the salty wind was blowing down from the nine heavens to envelop the whole city, but in a flash, the steel city that had stood in the wasteland for more than ten years became a lonely boat on the undulating sea of anger.

The guards still cared about the smirking young men on the side, all of whom were prostrate on the ground, burying their faces deep in the dirt as a way to show their respect. Not only the City Lord's Mansion, but the whole city was intimidated by this magnificent spectacle, and the heaven and earth oven from the blood of the sea was magnificent and majestic, which also made those hot-headed people who tried to wait for the opportunity to move completely calm down.

Chaohu has black hair and black clothes, walking in a tiger, and is in a good mood. After more than half a month of retreat, he finally regained some vitality, and although it was still far from its heyday, at least there was no rival in the city. Being able to get a way out of Jingsheng Realm's subordinates is enough for him to brag about it for a long time.

Walking to the door of the main hall in three or two steps, Chaohu saw two rows of neat guards kneeling and a young man who was smiling and bowing, this scene was indescribably strange, so he couldn't help but look at the young man twice, only to find that this person had no vitality flowing in the meridians around him, just an ordinary person.

It is rare that the famous city lord of Gray Rock City is in a good mood, and he will bump into the unlucky fly in front of the door without leisure, Chaohu waved his hand, signaling the young man to roll as far as he can, but the young man is probably really frightened, and he still apologizes with a smile on his face, laughing so much that he can't even see his eyes.

Chaohu didn't like this smile distorted by fear, so his limited patience was fleeting, and before he could speak, the young man bowed again.

"I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry ....."

"What can't I live for?" Chaohu asked absentmindedly, thinking about what interesting way to choose to slaughter the person in front of him.

"I'm really sorry, I don't have my chair at home, can I borrow a chair from you to sit on?"

"Chair, what chair?" Chao Hu was stunned, puzzled by this crazy young man.

The young man stretched out his slender finger and carefully clicked towards the hall inside the door, Chaohu looked at his fingers, only to see that the lights were bright, and there was a huge stone chair in the center of the hall of poverty and luxury, the stone chair was carved from a whole piece of high-quality mutton fat white jade, shining in the light of candlelight, which was the chair that symbolized the status of the lord of the gray stone city!

This man is pretending to be crazy and stupid!

Chaohu suddenly had an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart, a flower in front of his eyes, the young man somehow came to him, a white and tender arm that was about to ooze water strangled Chaohu's throat, at the same time, Chaohu's acupoints and meridians around his body were all blocked and locked, and the blood vitality of the whole body retrograde, flowing towards the young man's arm.

The dark clouds receded, and under the gray sky, the young man's body was like a bottomless pit, devouring all the water that could be found in the body of the tide tiger, the strong body of the tide tiger shriveled and shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, he stared at the eyes that had no brilliance, and shouted a few vague words vigorously.

"Are you...... Liujiao ......"

When the young man saw Chaohu's painful appearance, the strength of his hand did not decrease, but he apologized more and more seriously: "The junior is too rude, and he is going to take your seat when he first comes." My name is Whale Song, my predecessor left home too early, he must have never seen me, I'm not afraid of you laughing, my shallow cultivation can only be ranked second among the six Jiao. ”

Whale Song said a long time to himself, only to find that Chaohu had already died and turned into a dried corpse, he sighed, slowly held Chaohu's body, put it on the ground very carefully, and then bowed deeply to the stunned guards at the door, and then hesitantly walked into the hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

This young man, who looked delicate and shy, sat on the stone chair with a shy smile, and because he couldn't control his nervousness, he wanted to kill again.