Xiao Zhao is a night watchman.

He will never forget the heavy glory in his heart on the day he joined the expeditionary force. He remembered the oath he had taken to the ancient city walls, to defend this place for the rest of his life, not to marry, not to leave. He thought it would not be difficult to do, and no matter how hard it was, it would be better than starving to death on the streets. People are always greedy, and after solving the problem of food and clothing, after getting used to the magnificence of ice and snow, Xiao Zhao began to feel lonely.

It is the loneliness that seeps into the bone marrow.

After all, he is not a pure-hearted monk without desire, he is in the prime of life, and the depression accumulated over the years makes him slowly sick. So, he often ran down the Great Wall, and he heard from the old men that there were beautiful banshees in the snow forest to the west. Xiao Zhao remembered very well that when the old man fell into the memory, a large area of crimson surged on his old face like a withered vine. The old man described it vividly, which made Xiao Zhao's throat so dry that he had to pour a lot of water to quench his thirst.

At the end of each bizarre and beautiful story, the old man would warn Xiao Zhao with a solemn expression that in fact, those bewitching faces and beautiful and dreamy carcasses were fake, and that was the means of flashing ghosts. Their real faces, ugly and vicious, will become their rations whenever they are hooked.

In the tossing and turning night, the old man's words always echoed in his ears, and finally luck triumphed over reason. Xiao Zhao thought, if the flash ghost is really so terrible, why are the old people still alive? Perhaps, it is just alarmist? Xiao Zhao ignored that those old people who were in the age of the broken candle were all disabled. or one-eyed, one-armed, or with the scratches of the claws of wild beasts on the face.

In the middle of the night when the sound of wind and snow was sharp, Xiao Zhao left the mattress, walked down the tall city wall, and when he stepped into the snow forest, his figure was engulfed in darkness, he realized that there was no turning back. He regretted it a little, and wondered if he was too rash. He lowered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand, this is a good sword, indeed, the expeditionary force is well-equipped, and in this regard, Xiao Zhao is very satisfied.

He had regained some confidence, he had entered the snowfield several times with the army, and had slain four blind spirits, and at his age, there were very few people who had slain feats, so he had no doubts about his own strength. Because the last crusade was more than ten years ago, the snow forest in my memory has been blurred, no, how can it be like this?

Because the climate is too harsh, even hardy plants are difficult to grow, so Xiao Zhao's impression of the snow forest, the vegetation is sparse and low, when did it change? A snow wolf stopped in front of the road, it looked hungry, but its muscles were still full, and its skin was covered with dense gray hair. Xiao Zhao didn't move, staring at its dark blue eyes, which were the color of extremely cold ice and snow.

The creatures of the snowy fields of the West, whether beasts or undead, have one thing in common, they have blue pupils. Unlike the clarity of the blue sky, the deeper colors have a strange feeling throughout. Xiao Zhao was ready to fight, he thought that the hungry wolf would pounce on him and tear his throat at the first opportunity. Unexpectedly, the snow wolf hesitated, and it turned around and walked deeper into the snow forest.

It's like an invitation.

Xiao Zhao did not hesitate, stepped on the soft slush ground, and followed the snow wolf into it. Gradually, he got farther and farther away from the Great Wall, and then, he saw a monument. It was a warning set up by the expeditionary force here, and every season when the storm came, the expeditionary force would go out to fight and sweep up, and the scope would end in front of the monument. Once you walk through this monument, it means that you have completely entered the territory of the ice and snow undead.

The snow wolf did not stop, it disappeared into the wind and snow.

Xiao Zhao was a little anxious, he quickened his pace, getting more and more hurried, until it turned into running. In this way, after galloping for an unknown amount of time, he threw away his sword, abandoned his heavy armor, and finally collapsed into the snow from exhaustion. Then, Xiao Zhao had a dream, a dream that was almost the same as the description of the old man in the army. He saw banshees, who, as the old people had said, were so beautiful that they aroused the most primitive desires of men.

After Xiao Zhao regained consciousness, he found himself back in the city. He was so weak that he crawled back to the camp and slept for three days and three nights. He had thought that the snow forest was just a dream of nothingness, but in fact, the incident had subsided for months until that night. As a night watchman, accustomed to the scene of wind and snow destroying the city, Xiao Zhao has been in poor spirits recently, and he is drowsy leaning against the city wall. He was joined by his old friend, a drunkard who was heavily drunk.

In the middle of the night, he heard a scream, and witnessed his friend being killed by the flash, and he didn't even draw his sword, because the familiar face was clearly the banshee in his dream! It turned out that it was not a dream at all, and he did spend the night with the banshee. The banshee smiled, the wind was blowing, it jumped off the city wall and fled, Xiao Zhao did not stop it, but in a panic, he sorted out the corpse in a panic, wiped the blood stains to hide the truth.

Xiao Zhao knew that the day when the matter would be revealed, he was willing to bear the charge of murder, and it was a big deal to sentence him to death, but he would have to pay for his life after all. This punishment is better than being with the banshee, being insulted and spurned for a long time. However, Xiao Zhao thought too beautifully, the banshee risked death to climb the city wall, but it was not as simple as killing someone. There is only one reason why Xiao Zhao can come back alive.

Shem gives birth.

That night, Xiao Zhao was shivering in the cold wind, he heard the cry of the baby, and the fear tore his nerves hard, and he ran to the underground cemetery with the baby in his arms. What is it to have a baby with a human being? What is a baby in her arms? Is it a human ...... Or a ghost?!

Out of some kind of complex and sick psychology, after the fear subsided, Xiao Zhao actually experienced an emotion called joy. He should have been a queen, although this child is a monster, but after all, he is his child, flowing with his blood. So, instead of strangling the baby, Xiao Zhao secretly fed it.

Later, Xiao Zhao was imprisoned, and the night watchmen were attacked and died one after another, all of which were committed by ghost babies. The more man-eating flesh there is, the faster the ghost baby grows, the stronger it becomes, and the closer it comes to a creature...... Blind Spirits. Xiao Zhao realizes that an amazing secret is slowly emerging.

Runjun's luck is not bad, he came to the cemetery this time, he only planned to try his luck, but he didn't expect to run into a positive one. Yin Shan is very tough, and he can still stay conscious when he is bitten off by a monster. After the monster finished eating, the ice blue eyeballs moved flexibly, staring greedily at Yin Mountain.

The black qi shook away, the dark hill sword qi spread silently, and the monster sensed the threat, and jumped to the stone wall above the cemetery with a scream, it was extremely fast, and it actually made the dark hill sword qi burst into the air. Runjun didn't care, Shicai was just a temptation, and his dark mound was not unsheathed.

The dark aura was so familiar to the monster that it had a hint of scrutiny in its eyes, probably wondering how humans could have weapons of the undead.