The snow was falling, and the sharp branches on the ground were trampled by both feet, making a "crunching" sound. The nameless man, ragged, moved through the forest, thorns cutting through his skin, leaving red blood before being frozen in the harsh winter. There was not a trace of people around, and the man had lost his way, staggering step by step, walking aimlessly.

The branches were endless, there was no end in sight, and the surroundings were dark white, and the man lowered his head in disappointment and no longer looked into the distance. After a long journey, his feet were not wearing shoes, and at this moment he had been frozen deep purple, rubbing blood stains in the snow.

Outside the crimson sky, a bird flew by in the distance and stopped on a few fruit trees scattered in the forest. It picked up a fruit that had not yet fallen, and cried out, "Cold, cold," and its satisfied eyes bent into small crescents. The sudden sound of "thudding" on the ground frightened it and almost fell. Flapping its wings and returning to its place, it tilted its head to see it, and angrily smashed the fruit on the man's head.

The fruit bounced up and down its head, burying it deep into the snowdrift. I don't know that the bird realized that he had done something wrong, and with a "bang" sound, it flew off into the distance again.

The misty tree lost its leaves, bent over by the snow, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned into weeping tears, poured out the weight of the accumulation, and raised its head again.

Looking at the borderless forest, he gently and unconsciously said to the unknown bird: "Let's go, the farther you go, the better......"

At least, don't die here......

The sky was bright red, like a chime red spell, dyeing it into sadness.

Not far away, a figure appeared, the man's eyes widened, and he rushed forward with hopeful footsteps, trying to catch him.

It's closer...... It's getting closer......

The figure in front of him was already within reach, and he stretched out his hands in anticipation, but they passed through the phantom and fell on the heavy snow. Is it just a hallucination...... He rolled over and rubbed his cold eyes, the phantom was gone. The weak hands did not support the body, and finally used both hands and feet, and the legs used the last strength to kick, and finally got up before he froze.

I must not give up, how can I give up, death is so terrible, but I also escaped once. How could this second death take me away again.

Another gust of cold wind blew fiercely, and the tattered clothes could not be stopped, and the cold air flow cruelly burrowed into every crevice, taking away the temperature on which he depended, and blowing him to the ground. His confident words just now were instantly crushed by the wind and snow, shattered into blank memories, and flowed into the endless void. There is no memory of when he came, and there is no goal when he went, the man only has the belief in his own intuition, and only by getting out of this forest can he have the only way to live.

But is there really an end? He looked at his hands, which had begun to lose control, and his legs were frozen, and they no longer looked like his own. He stepped over the misty trees scattered with leaves, and countless misty trees were waiting for him in front of him.

Is he going to die here??' The man finally lost his strength and collapsed on the path made of fog leaves, and all the systems in his body were telling him that this was the place, and that he should sleep quietly. But the fear of death made him desperately stretch out his left hand, hoping only to grasp something.

The snow danced, and his body gradually assimilated and became cold in the snow. I opened my eyes with the last bit of strength, and engraved the flying snow and blood-red sky under this snowy scene, but this could no longer be done.

Eventually, his eyes lost focus, and his left hand finally hung down weakly. At the last moment of the battle with death, Life chose to give up the struggle. "Huh?" A voice sounded in the silence of winter, and as the man's left hand hung down, a large and warm hand grabbed him tightly. "Is anyone coming...... the man saw a light and shadow in a daze, looked down at him, and then tilted his head and fell into a coma.

The unknown horror in the dream struck, the sharp howl of the monster in the long night, the gaze that stared at him and hid in the depths of the darkness, seemed to tear him apart.

He dodged and ran, but he couldn't get rid of that gaze. "Ahhh

A warm current came into his heart, freeing the man from the nightmare, and he opened his eyes in the bump. He was on the back of an old man, wearing a heavy padded jacket. He looked back with palpitations and saw the old man's medicine basket discarded in the snow. "Your thing......" he cried out weakly and with concern, not thinking of his own life and death situation.

"I have to survive. The old man who had taken off his padded jacket faced the wind and frost and muttered to himself, not paying attention to his words. The weight of the two people made the snow collapse with every step, and they fell into big pits, and the old man's legs and feet were inconvenient, and the turbid battle qi was wrapped around his legs, and even overflowed and scattered, but it didn't help him much. Persistently, gritting his teeth, limping towards the exit.

The warm body gave the man plenty of heat and care, and he regained a little spirit and realized his situation. He opened his dry throat, "Thank you." “

After squirming in the snow for a while, a demonic beast ice fox suddenly sprang out, it looked at the man on its back, its eyes rolled smartly, and its four paws arced, following the two cunningly, wanting to have some attempts. The old man shouted, but did not deter it, it hung far behind, and slowly followed the two forward.

There was another blizzard, and the old man grabbed the padded jacket on Luo Xue's back to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and his own battle qi was protected on his chest, but he was still shivering unconsciously from the cold. The Demon Whispering Forest is too dangerous for anyone to escape its sanctions, and this biting blizzard ignores the existence of the battle qi and freezes the soul of the old man. "I'm getting better, let me go. Luo Xue looked at the old man's trembling body, he shook his body, and wanted to come down. "If you walk again, your feet will be gone. "The man's legs were exposed to the wind and snow, and the cold completely took control of it. The old man has long seen it in his heart. "Searching for medicinal herbs unique to the middle of the forest in the depths of winter, I already felt like I had gone too deep, but I found you just as I was about to return. The old man spoke slowly, distracting himself, and the cold wind on his body was no longer so strong. "How did you get here?" he continued, "no one would come here at such a dangerous time. "I don't know. I've been in the forest since I woke up. I groped my way outside, and you finally rescued me......"

"Amnesia, but you haven't forgotten the language. "I don't know ......"

The old man stopped talking and walked quietly. The man also closed his mouth and looked up at the snowflake-covered front, as if thinking about the problem.

Slowly, the trees were lined up, and at one end of the horizon, a corner of the town was revealed, and the blizzard was no longer so intense.

Seeing that there was no burden to abandon, the ice fox followed boringly, muttered a few times angrily, seemed to smell the smell of other prey, and turned his head and left. "Do you still know what your name is?" Feeling the departure of the ice fox behind him, the old man suddenly asked, to confirm the beating of the man's heart, and also to try to make the weak man be able to think and not fall into an eternal sleep.

"Luo Xue, my name is Luo Xue. The rescued man lay on the old man's back, looked at the flying snowflakes, and said.