【Northland/Luoxue Village】

"This ,...... This is the seventeenth of the month. An old woman wearing a bone-and-beaded charm and several shabby jackets hugged the little girl trembling in her arms and covered the child's eyes tightly with her hands.

In front of the old woman was a twisted corpse. Its eyes were convex and round, its limbs were twisted, and there was a hideous opening in the dantian of the corpse, as if it had been pierced into the body by its claws, and it was forcibly torn apart, and the internal organs that should have been in the gap were also missing, as if they had never grown in the first place.

"Granny Lan, although our small village on the edge of the poor countryside is close to the extreme north, it has been safe and sound all these years...... Is this a demon this year......"

Granny Lan looked at the person who spoke, although the person's appearance was a little rickety, but he was also a responsible person on weekdays, and his body was relatively strong compared to ordinary people, but at this moment, the person was trembling, and his mouth was muttering: "Yuezu Witch God...... Don't you bless us?"

These words were like the last straw that crushed the camel, and the old and young who had been surrounded by fear for a long time were more like exploding the pot, and the sound of grief rose and fell for a while.

"The gods are above...... We can't afford to die in our village......"

"Almost all of them died strong young men...... Is it a god who wants to destroy our village?"

“...... I can't take it anymore! I can't stand it anymore! I'm going to get out of here!"

"Please, whoever it is, we don't want to die......"

Luoxue Village has always been a quiet and peaceful village, where the villagers are happy with men and women. But one day a month ago, when Aunt Li got up early in the morning to cook, she found her husband dead by her bedside silently, his body torn open and his internal organs hollowed out.

The next day, Miss Wang's father was found dead on the ridge, the same internal organs hollowed out and bled to death.

To this day, seventeen people have died in Luoxue Village.

"Boom!"

The old woman holding the little girl slammed her wooden cane to the ground, "That's enough! What are you crying about, what are you yelling about! Look at our Ah Xue, a group of elders are crying and crying in front of Ah Xue, it's not ashamed! Not even a female doll!"

This group of village names who were surrounded by fear realized that the girl who was most qualified to cry now was the girl who was held in Granny Lan's arms.

It was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, her petite body wrapped in a bloated thick cotton jacket, her gray face with big red eyes, and her mouth was red and bleeding from her own bite.

The child was in Granny Lan's arms, trembling all over, but he didn't shed a single tear, and there was fear, sadness, and more resentment in his eyes.

When Granny Lan and the others rushed to Ah Xue's house, Ah Xue was like a wooden pestle next to her brother's corpse.

Don't say a word, no one should call her. She stared at her brother's eviscerated corpse, as if to engrave the tragedy into her big eyes.

Ah Xue has never left this village in the far north since she was born, and there are seventy or eighty residents in their village, all of whom are familiar faces.

Ah Xue was brought up by her two older brothers and her father and mother since she was a child, and her brothers always said that when this batch of grain is harvested, they will take Ah Xue to our northern god's capital to see the world. It is estimated that Ah Xue can be favored by the handsome young man of the gods, so he will stay there.

Phew, I don't want to leave Luoxue Village! Ah Xue always said that.

But now, there are no brothers who can take Ah Xue to Shendu. Ah Xue's family, father and mother, and two elder brothers, were all hollowed out by unknown things, and they died blindly.

"Ten days ago, my wife and son have sent someone to deliver a letter to the adults in the city who wear silver bells and snow ears, and I don't know when there will be a reply, as long as we can send an adult with a bell, we will be saved. Granny Lan said.

"Do those spiritually powerful spirit masters care about our broken village?" said a homeless man wrapped in rags and sitting in a corner, his head buried in his messy hair, in a low, muffled voice.

"We had no other choice, it was the only ...... I'm looking forward to it. Xue Sheng, you are this child's uncle, and you are Ah Xue's only relative, in the days to come, I will drink less wine for my wife and son, and it is serious to pull our poor Ah Xue!" Granny Lan said and pushed Ah Xue towards the man, "Take Ah Xue back to rest!"

The dirty man got up slowly, grabbed Ah Xue's shoulder, and took the child away.

After Ah Xue and his uncle left, there was a string of horses' hooves outside the village.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the eyes of Granny Lan and the villagers lit up.

"Yes, is it an adult wearing a silver bell snow spike?"

Granny Lan hurriedly ran out with everyone.

In the distance, a line of white horses came immediately, and immediately soldiers in armor and spears were wielded. And among the group of people, there was a young boy who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old and was the most eye-catching.

The young man's face was handsome and his expression was cold, his face was as white as the wind and snow, and his solemn ice blue eyes were full of wind and frost and cold sword halberds.

He wore a shawl of black hair, a simple silver ornament that buttoned one side of his hair behind his shoulders, a white wolf cloak on his shoulders, a white brocade robe embroidered with silver stripes, a long knife with a beautiful scabbard at his waist, and ...... A string, eye-catching five-bell silver bell snow spike.

"Five...... Wuling ......" Granny Lan spoke in a daze, unable to speak. Her whole body trembled like a leaf, and she trembled even more than when she saw Brother Xue's corpse before.

When the group of men and horses came to him, the young man turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the villagers.

Granny Lan pounced and knelt down in the snow: "The son is on top, please accept the old slave!"

Gongziyuan stretched out his hand, helped the old woman up from the snow, and patted the snow chips off her old clothes for her.

Gongziyuan's face was cold and indifferent, but his words were unexpectedly gentle and polite: "Old woman, forgive Yuan is late." ”

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