In the ancient palace, even though the furnace is blazing, the temperature is very low, and the atmosphere is about to freeze!

"If you don't have any money, help me ,,, cook a delicious meal!" Looking at Xue Yueqing and Jiang Yu'er's frightened expressions, the old woman split her big mouth full of yellow teeth and smiled. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

That kind of sinister laughter almost didn't scare Xue Yueqing and Jiang Yu'er into a piece of.

In the kitchen, there are all kinds of fruits and vegetables, which look very fresh, which makes Xue Yueqing and Jiang Yu'er a little confused.

"Little monk, I was in a coma before, so I don't know, did you notice anything unusual in the village?" Xue Yueqing's mind was opened, and she thought of a lot in an instant.

"If you want to say something abnormal, it is that they feel that they are very rich, when we came to Nanling Village, it happened to be the waning mountains, and the villagers had already started eating!"

"I have traveled for 800 years and have been to many villages, and it stands to reason that the villagers of a small village like this usually go home after dark, and they will not start their meals until it is completely dark, but I see that they start their meals very early, and they are all chicken, duck and fish, so it can be said that every household is like this!" Jiang Yu'er explained.

"Hospitable, and a leisurely life, it can be said that it is lazy, and it is quite rich!" Xue Yueqing touched her chin and looked suspicious: "Where did they get the money?" ”

"Besides, although the old witch outside is a skilled doctor, it is a bit too much to say that she forcibly asks for money from the sick! We didn't give it though! ”

"Little monk, you go and cook, I'll go out and walk around!"

Sneaking out of the kitchen, Xue Yueqing sneaked around the room.

The palace is large, and there are many rooms in it, all of which are gloomy and oozing with an icy aura that makes people creepy.

Relying on the demon beast's innate keen sense of smell, Xue Yueqing actually sensed a faint smell of blood in the palace the moment she woke up.

Finally, Xue Yueqing came to an underground step of the palace.

The steps led all the way to the underground, and there was no light, and wisps of eerie qi erupted from the underground passage, skimming over Xue Yueqing's body, making him feel his legs and stomach spasm, and his spine was swishing cold.

"Goo-toot!"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva fiercely, Xue Yueqing held Linglong in her hand, step by step, and walked down the underground passage.

Relying on the demon beast's natural night vision, Xue Yueqing passed through the cold and gloomy underground passage, but only ten meters away, found a locked iron door.

The ancient emperor soldier of the Extreme Dao, sharpening iron like mud, is a peerless divine soldier, and when Xue Yueqing effortlessly, he will cut off the iron lock.

"Whew, Amitabha Buddha!"

Exhaling a deep breath and wiping away the cold sweat from her forehead, Xue Yueqing carefully opened the iron door.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a strong smell of corpse decay came to her face, making Xue Yueqing's scalp tingle in an instant, and she was so frightened that she was about to pull it on her crotch.

"What a good thing!"

What caught Ye Wuxie's eyes was as many as hundreds of corpses.

These bones, without exception, were all dressed in coarse linen clothes, and most of them were adult men, and there were also many children, the most serious ones had turned into white bones, and more were frozen into human jerky.

"Where have we been?" Xue Yueqing resisted the urge to scream, and rushed out of the basement without stopping.

At this time, Jiang Yu'er had already prepared a table of dishes, and the speed was amazing, and the old witch was sitting at the dinner table with Jiang Yu'er, waiting for Xue Yueqing to arrive.

"Zheng!"

The moment she saw the old woman, Xue Yueqing didn't talk nonsense at all, she waved it exquisitely in her hand, and the tip of the cold knife was directly against the old witch's neck.

"Old immortals, those ,,,!

"You've seen it all!" The old woman's words choked Xue Yueqing there.

"What? What are you talking about? Jiang Yu'er looked confused.

"Those bones!" The old witch continued.

"What? Bones? Jiang Yu'er's beautiful face immediately turned into a pig's liver color.

"Put the knife down and let the old woman tell you a story!" The old woman waved her hand, Xue Yueqing's face changed, and finally put down the Linglong knife and pulled Jiang Yu'er to sit on the chair.

"Where do you start with this story?"

The old witch, named Xue Hua, is sixty years old this year.

Forty years ago, on a sunny day, a young and lively girl came to the barren Nanling Village.

The little girl has excellent medical skills, hangs pots to help the world, and never charges money for medical treatment.

In Nanling Village, the little girl saw Langyue Mountain, which was in the middle of summer in the central territory at that time, and the sun was scorching, but Langyue Mountain was surrounded by white mist, the north wind roared, and the snow was flying all over the sky.

The little girl who was attracted by the wonders of Langyue Mountain, with the help of the villagers, relied on the two iron chains tied to the top of the mountain in an unknown era and went up to Langyue Mountain.

On Langyue Mountain, there is a palace that has been abandoned for a long time, and there is even more snow, and the landscape is very majestic.

The little girl who was deeply fascinated by Langyue Mountain decided to live in the palace for two years and treat people for medical treatment.

The villagers of Nanling Village are very enthusiastic, helping the little girl to tidy up the abandoned palace, and will send people to send her fresh fruits and vegetables every day.

In the first two years, many people came to see the little girl, and in order to take care of the little girl, she was not allowed to run up and down the mountain, and all the patients who came to see the doctor were carried up the mountain by the villagers.

In the past two years, relying on the little girl's medical fees, the villagers' originally barren life has also begun to improve greatly.

But there is an end to all this!

Two years later, the twenty-two-year-old girl began to get tired of Langyue Mountain, and she wanted to leave.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, and the little girl has a fear of heights, so she begged the villagers to take her down the mountain.

However, at this time, the villagers who were originally kind and kind in the eyes of the little girl all tore off their hypocritical masks, and they were all fierce and vicious, like demons.

Relying on the little girl's medical fees, they live a very leisurely life, no need to work, and do not have to run every day, when the little girl is leaving, the villagers are angry, and they cut off the two iron chains on the mountain on the same day, so far, the little girl who is afraid of heights is in Langyue Mountain, and she has stayed for forty years!

For forty years, every day and every night, what the little girl saw was always the wind and snow in the sky and the north wind howling in the ghosts and wolves.

It's not the brutal environment that's scary, it's being alone!

"Forty years ago, I loved snow, but forty years later, I'm tired of the sky!" The old witch looked out the window at the snow and sighed in despair.

"What about the bones in the basement?" Xue Yueqing didn't understand.

"In forty years, people who have money to see a doctor have recovered and walked down Langyue Mountain alive; Those who have no money to see a doctor are also in good health, but they will stay on Langyue Mountain forever! The old witch's words made Xue Yueqing and Jiang Yu'er's pupils shrink violently, and both of them were full of waves in their hearts, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Is this the kind, kind and hospitable villager of Nanling Village in the mouth of Jiang Yu'er?

In the mouth of the old witch, the villagers were clearly demons in human skin.

"The bones in the basement are all peasants in coarse linen clothes, you can see it too!" The old witch asked.

"Hmm!" Xue Yueqing nodded.

"In order to cope with the government's monthly routine inspection of each village, the peasants who did not pay but wanted to see a doctor for free went to the basement without exception!" The old witch shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"This world, sick, is the power of the rich; My old witch has the medical skills to kill any disease, but she can't resist a single sword! ”

The bitter smile of the old witch, with vicissitudes, with melancholy, with doubts, with despair, in this life, Xue Yueqing can not forget the miserable face that was tortured by the years.

"Forty years ago, I climbed Langyue Mountain, and since then, I have never had the courage to go down the mountain!"

"Everyone who heard my story either ignored me and seriously followed the rules of being nosy, or went to fight hard with the villagers and ended up with a tragic death!"

"Someone has also reported to the official, but I haven't seen any officers and soldiers come to rescue me, presumably, the local forces have also been bought out by gold and silver!"

"I've asked someone to take me down the mountain, but no one will!" The old witch sighed with emotion.

"Langyue Mountain can be called a cliff, in the past, there was a rope that might be possible, but now there is only a steep path, it is dangerous for one person to go down the mountain, let alone bring a second person!" Xue Yueqing shook her head helplessly, and gained insight into a lot of sad things in life.

When it doesn't involve their own danger, everyone will be enthusiastic; When it comes to their own crisis, the world will always be the same face, indifferent and arrogant like a god.

"Old thing, your story, touched me, I decided, take you down the mountain!" Xue Yueqing stood up with a solemn expression.

"Presumably they have already sent people to guard the mountain, are you sure you are not afraid of death?" The old witch's cloudy eyes suddenly danced with an inexplicable flame.

That's called hope!

"My demon emperor Xue Yueqing, all my life against the sky, the world says to the east, this son wants to go west!" The corners of Xue Yueqing's mouth showed a hint of unruly laughter.

"Well, the old woman really didn't see the wrong person!" The old witch's wrinkled old face showed a knowing smile.

Half an hour later, everything was ready, and Xue Yueqing carried the old witch on her back and stood on the top of Langyue Mountain.

"Is there nothing to be nostalgic for?" Jiang Yu'er asked.

"This place has brought me only endless pain!" The old woman mourned.

"Don't talk nonsense, open the way ahead!" Xue Yueqing drank low.

"Okay, okay, in vain!" At the moment, Jiang Yu'er was in front, Xue Yueqing was carrying the old woman behind, and the group of three, like snails, carefully moved towards the bottom of the mountain.