It was open all around, the sky was full of stars and moons, and the sleeping trees were dimly shining, reflecting the mayflies flying with their wings.

The sleeping trees here are all very tall and unusual, much taller than those that grow in fragments on the snow-capped mountains. Each tree needs to be surrounded by three people, and the ice crystals on the branches are half an inch, and they are frozen and strong, and they can't be beaten. Occasionally, mayflies linger in the trees, pouting their bellies and turning their heads to the left and right as if to observe the situation. The visceral pancreas in the abdomen is clearly exposed, extremely red, and it looks like it has just sucked blood, but I don't know where the blood comes from.

There are more than 1,000 sleeping trees here, the veins of the trees are linked, stretching for more than ten miles, the forest can always be made by the wind that causes trouble, as if there is a hidden hooligan whistling, in short, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is the sound of the wind, or the mouthparts of people.

Some of the ice crystals on the sleeping trees are lonely and long, some are short, and the appearance is strange, but they all emit the same white light, but this light is rare and dense, some are bright and some are dark, and the light emitted from a cluster of tree forks is extremely bright, like a whole forest burning pine.

In the forest, there was a strange bird hanging from its beak, these birds were so large and transparent that they could see their internal organs, and even the mayflies that had accumulated in the sac, and those mayflies were bouncing their long legs in the liquid, and after a while they were motionless, and their bodies dissolved in the liquid inside.

The bird had a long beak and horns, and its white feathers were fluttering by the whistling wind, and it was about a foot high, with sharp eyes, and its head turned to the left and right, as if it were also observing the situation. These birds stand side by side on the branches of a tree like fishermen on the beams, and when there is some wind and grass, they spread their wings and fly away. According to Zhen Huaizhang, this is a spirit bird raised by the abode of the god of snow, and it is the natural enemy of mayflies.

The light in the forest covered the entire space with a layer of cold clothing, shining in all directions, but no matter how you looked at it, you couldn't find the source of this light. Yu Huaizhang was stunned by this sight, and he stood there, looking at the scene in front of him like a faint night cat staring at a salted fish. A gust of wind scratched his flower clothes, and the lower half of his body drowned out by the situation, and he felt a burst of comfort before he found that his drowning was blown to his body by the whirling wind, and the flower clothes were stained with a stench, the wind line cracked, and a few cherry blossom petals fell off the clothes along the wind line, and turned into ashes in an instant.

"Ahh Unable for a moment, he burst into tears.

The sound was frosted, and it didn't reverberate far away, and it led to a few chirping of the spirit birds.

"Coo, coo, coo......" The bird seemed to be covered by someone when it chirped, and its voice was dull and hoarse. The mayflies on the sleeping trees were denser in the light.

There was the sound of clattering footsteps in the woods, mixed with the crisp sound of bells. Each step was full of heavy blows, and the ice crystals on the shaking trees were shaky. In the depths of the woods, a humanoid behemoth was gradually revealed, and at first, Yu Huaizhang found his feet, whose ankles were the thickness of the trunk of a sleeping tree, and bells were wrapped around his heels, which sounded with every move.

Then, the wind in the forest began to blow densely, and in the blink of an eye, many mayflies that swirled beside the transparent branches were gone, and a few chirps of the spirit birds were heard in the distance, with a tight sense of escape in their voices. He saw the monster's knees, and there were bones from the knees down, and the bones were cold and white. There is a pine pattern at the knee, which seems to have been bumped.

The calf bone is slender, about two feet long, and the thigh bone, pelvis, and ribs are exposed gradually, and the whole looks like a cold skeleton, and the upper body is interspersed with a thick spine to ensure that the entire body structure is not discrete. His neck, needless to say, was shrunk into his shoulder blades because he had no muscle support, so that he could support his head the size of a stone grinder.

When Yu Huaizhang saw this skeleton giant, he thought to himself, could it be that this monster is the spirit remains in the mouth of his stepmother, which is the treasure of the snow mountain. Although it was a treasure, he was also shocked when he saw it, and he hid behind a sleeping tree in a panic, exposing half of his head to observe its every move.

"Master Zu, wait for me!" came a shout from the forest in the distance, and the sound seemed to be riding a flea.

As the giant skeleton man walked by, the sleeping tree beside the side road arched three feet in a row, and the trunk of the tree underground was covered by the cold air of the night, and the pale yellow of the skin instantly turned into crystal white, and the whole bark looked more free, matching with the ice and snow on the ground, the cold star at the top of the treetops and the moon, and the whole world was white.

At the foot of the tree, there are a few scattered dandelions, swaying in the faint night light, and a round cluster of buds on the top of the shock is like a puffer fish with a belly, which can be broken by a sharp wind at any time, and it is really fragile. But at this moment, each fly holds the flower holder tightly, unwilling to shake its hand, a few mayflies bypass it, and the light blue fluorescence on its abdomen shines on its shadow, making each dandelion bright and prominent in this wood, and like a fireworks jellyfish on the ocean bottom.

Look closely, there are a few cicadas leaning down in the folds on the trunk of the sleeping tree, surrounding the tree or crawling discretely, as for one place, one wing is like crystal, the body is like fat jade, the claws are like beeswax, and the step cicada about three inches long climbs to the body of another slightly larger physique, and makes a copulate, and there is a ball of fish roe-like things on the top of it, except for the faint color there is still a trace of transparency, presumably the eggs they have born.

It's really ironic, this is a place where the snow god can't control it, and the creatures here can be wanton, and they can do whatever they want, and there is no restriction on reproduction, this moment must not be the hail season, the cicadas play with the fish, and the larvae laid must be like the mortal world, trapped in summer and dying in autumn, unable to escape the reincarnation of fate. Strangely, these cicadas silently leaned in front of them, except for the occasional leg and walked around a few times, without making any sound, which was really silent.

As the skeleton giant walked through a forest, a hand touched the trunk of the tree, intentionally or unintentionally, and a pair of cicadas turned into powder in an instant. Its teeth are uneven, sparse, and it will leak a lot of air when it opens its mouth. When walking, his spine swings down, transmitting the strength to his legs, his ribs are like sails, his elbows are outstretched, his palms are like raking fences, and his sacral fortune is good, and his ten-zhang body must also give it a lot of strength, even if it does not rely on the power of spiritual spells, it can also rely on this behemoth to outperform others.

"Master Zu, wait for me, don't leave in a hurry! Not far away, in the sleeping forest, there appeared a figure walking one tall and one on the ground, wearing a white robe, and the voice that shouted was as dull as if it was being beaten into the bottom of the water. He wore a crown on his head, his beard was black, and the folds of his face were covered with the guilt of the years, and he was about fifty or sixty years old.

But I don't know what the recipe for his black hair is. He was dressed in a wide-sleeved patterned shirt with white peony patterns, and his deep clothes were evenly proportioned. When a high and a low line came, I found that he looked dignified, with the wind of the party but not the group, and then looked closely, there was a totem of the owl on his sleeve, and his wings were folded between his elbows.

He was about six feet tall, with thick eyebrows and thin eyes, as if he couldn't open them. The complexion is white and greasy, the beard is like black grass, the lips are like a little whisker, the nose falls from the root of the mountain, and the hair is tied, sometimes looking around, I don't know what I am looking back. But no matter how he shouted, the skeleton in front of him was unmoved, and walked in the snow with a big stride, one foot deep and one shallow, sometimes stumbling to hold on to the trunk of the tree, and accidentally pinching a few cicadas to death, which may have been in the land of tenderness at that time.

Perhaps because he couldn't catch up with his steps, his legs arched slightly, and he stretched out with a swish, stepping on the tips of a few sleeping trees and leaping in front of the skeleton, and he crossed its eye hole like a panther, startling the skeleton's body backwards, almost falling to the ground, but he staggered back a few steps, and the brass bell on his ankle shook a few times, making a crisp sound in the night wind. After gaining a firm footing, the skeleton folded its hands again, and its posture was quite like a bodhisattva who had survived hardship.