It's firelight!

Just when he was desperate and ready to stop in the snow to meet death, a glint in the corner of his eye suddenly attracted all his attention.

It's not just firelight. From a distance, his eyes, which had long been accustomed to the darkness, could vaguely distinguish rows of houses, hidden in the vast snowfield.

His whole body was frozen and cracked, and the sensations in his limbs were slowly shrinking.

But the moment he saw this light, the strength that surged up from nowhere actually prompted him to give up his life and run again.

Perhaps it is the desire for "life". The light in the distance, like the last straw of the drowning man, saved his heart once again.

Anyway...... He's going to run over! He's going to live!

Run to the top of the hill, followed by a wide gentle slope. He simply lay on his side, rolling down like a snowball. Clusters of high-hanging snow flakes rose behind him, colliding and mixing with the falling snow.

He closed his eyes tightly, and kept bumping into something. But he had already become numb to the pain, and with such an indomitable momentum, he rushed quickly to the place where the light was.

The speed of the roll down is gradually slowing. His mind froze, and he didn't have time to think about why.

Until his body was wrapped in a shell of snow and slowly stopped on the ground. It took him a moment before he dared to open his eyes, and found that he had come to the ground.

His clothes were already in tatters, and now they were hanging in the snow, like frozen porridge.

Still frightened in his heart, he took two big breaths of cold air and got up trembling.

His back was constantly smashed by the snow, and he couldn't stand up anymore. With his hands and feet together, his ten fingers drew long bloody streaks in the snow, and he pulled towards the lamplight, which was not far away.

…………

The wind and snow were very strong. A shrill voice swirled through the courtyard, and she felt a pain in her cheeks.

The gale had nowhere to go in the cramped courtyard, screaming "snort" through every hole. The snow petals flew sideways, and her unruly appearance made her look pale.

Without the warmth of the house, she was as fragile as a flower in the snow.

But she didn't give up. Holding on to the wall, she took a few steps, considered where everyone lived, and turned her head to move slowly.

The snow was deep, and she felt soft and cold under her feet with every step. The walls were also bitterly cold, and although they were only separated by stone bricks, they were very different from the walls in the house.

She had seen the door of the shrine blown open by the wind. The shaking doorway let out a faint "squeak" moan. Yin, the ground in front of the statue of the main hall has accumulated a layer of silvery snow.

Thinking that the Dao Leader and the others were living in the shrine at the moment, she was both surprised and worried.

Quickening her pace, she leaned against the wall and approached the main hall.

However, just as she touched the large incense burner in the courtyard in front of the hall, she suddenly heard a muffled crashing sound from the bronze door that looked like a wind view.

There was a "bang", not light or heavy, and it was even a little vague under the roar of the wind and snow.

However, the bronze door rang out, and even an echo was heard in the wind and snow.

In such a quiet and noisy snowy night, if there is no one in the courtyard, this sound will be thrown to the ground forever, and no one will know.

The snow "snapped" down, making her eyes a little unable to open. However, she did stop and turned her head to look in the direction of the doorway.

Wind and snow are intensive. But she heard it, and the strange noise even scared her a little.

In the dark night, is it a beast that can make such a sound? Still is......

She unconsciously glanced at the deep, black night. Countless snows shimmered like stars, flying disorderly and chaotically in the air. The cold feeling came over her, but it made her loving heart gradually warm.

You can't go wrong. At night like this, even if it is a wild beast, I am afraid that it has already suffered from the cold and is dying, right?

Her eyes grew firm.

In any case, since it was a life to be saved, she would not watch it freeze to death outside the door just a stone's throw away.

Moreover, when you are in the Taoist temple, behind you is the gaze of the god of benevolence. Perhaps this is the temptation of the gods, if her heart is not sincere, how can she pray for her husband and the whole family to achieve the desired result?

She was eager. Ignoring the wind and snow in the courtyard, she lifted the hem of her skirt and strode towards the door.

The deep footprints are connected into a trajectory in the snow. She staggered to the door, dragged the heavy deadbolt open, and forcefully opened the door of the temple.

However, what appeared in front of her was not an imaginary beast.

— rather, a living man who still breathes!

She took two steps back in fright. The man fell in front of the door, covered in blood and sores from snow and frost, which can almost only be described as "tragic".

His whole body was already covered with snow, and the blood scabbed and tore again, and the red frozen blood stained the snow, which was even more shocking.

"Help......" he heard someone open the door. But at this moment, he had already lost his strength, and suddenly stretched out a trembling hand, crossed the high threshold, and "save my ......"

It seems that saying this sentence exhausted his last willpower. Suddenly, the hand lifted into the air fell down and flipped weakly on the threshold.

Looking at the scene in front of her, she was so shocked that she didn't dare to move, and she couldn't even say half a sentence.

…………

A little warmth, as if the grassland snow in the distance was slowly seeping into his body from his pores by the rising sun.

How comforting...... That kind of singing morning, the whole body is watered by the sun's bath soup, and even the wind is so charming and warm.

However, the current grassland, except for the feeling of warmth, does not have the slightest wind and breath.

He looked down with the wildness of a young man in his eyes.

The meadow beneath his feet did not move at all. It was as if the frozen picture was telling him that all this was his imagination.

“…… Belch!! ”

A gasp of surprise shook off the clothes draped over him. Like a frightened leopard, he awoke from his sleep with a natural aggressiveness.

However, there is not the slightest hint of murder in front of him.

Only a little bright candle flame danced leisurely in front of him. His snort was so violent that the small flame flickered uneasily.

He was just about to get up when a pain came from all over his body. Then there was a "rustling" sound behind him, which made him turn his head to look.

Behind it, there was a large pile of warm hay.

Then the pain returned. But after the struggle of such a snowy night, the pain now seems to be nothing at all.

Reluctantly getting up, he suddenly realized that there was a woman in the corner of the wall.

I didn't have time to pay attention to it just now, but I saw that the woman in front of me was already leaning against the corner of the wall and falling asleep, probably deliberately keeping a distance from herself.