Another six or seven days have passed, and the team of Shenwei Dart Xing has already moved away from Heavenly Snow City. To the north of Snow City is an endless snowfield.

The snow does not melt all year round, and the ground becomes very compact due to the accumulation of snow all year round. If he hadn't known in advance that Shuo Ice City was on the opposite side of the snow field, Xu Chenglin would not have believed that the snow field could be crossed.

The rising sun cast a piece of light, and the eyes of the people who reflected it did not dare to look directly, but they adapted to the light slightly, and all the other colors that greeted them were white.

The farther north you go, the colder it seems to become. Tall trees along the way have appeared in patches and then sporadically. Later, the tall trees were gone, and only a few low shrubs appeared in patches.

After a few more days, the shrubs were gone, and all that came into view was the white snow and the dazzling light.

The oncoming wind is mixed with tiny ice particles, hitting people's faces like sharp ice blades. The cold weather did not have much impact on Xu Chenglin and the other four cultivators, who had been nourished by the aura for a long time due to their perennial cultivation, so their physique was stronger than that of ordinary people.

It is the darts players who suffer from them, not to mention the fact that they are all burly, but they cannot withstand the cold.

The cold wind kept eroding people, and people's clothes were getting tighter and tighter. But no matter how tightly they wrapped their clothes, they still couldn't get rid of the cold on their bodies. The cold slowed down the group's march, which made the four cultivators feel helpless.

As the weather got colder and the pace of the procession slower, some people were starting to lose their support. In desperation, Li Dehai had no choice but to let the team repair in place.

The procession formed a small circle, with their luggage and horses parked on the periphery of the circle, and in the center were four wagons and the dart men huddled together.

The night in the snowfield came very quickly, and as soon as the sun sank in the west, the night began to quietly devour the light. In a few moments, the sun was completely submerged in the night, and the world was plunged into darkness, except for the whistling of the wind and the oncoming particles of ice.

The bonfire was quietly lit, and a large group of frozen men surrounded the bonfire with satisfied smiles on their faces. This satisfied smile felt so ridiculous in the eyes of the three brothers.

It is no wonder that they are cultivators, and they are not invaded by cold and heat, and they are not sick from all kinds of diseases. For them, these darts are just ants, victims of covering for them.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight, and fine snowflakes fell again in this cold weather. The bonfire was attacked by the wind and snow, and could only barely be extinguished. The flickering light of the fire seemed extraordinarily small in the endless dark night, but this small and faint light of the fire successfully became a rising star.

The night in the snowfield could not tell whether it was late night or dawn, and the people who had been tired for a long time also fell asleep, and even the few people who were in charge of guarding the periphery were half-awake and half-asleep. The rustling sound was mixed with the whistling of the wind, and if it wasn't carefully distinguished, anyone would think it was the wind.

A pair of dark green points of light pierced the night like candlelight, and the light points flickered on and off, which was extremely strange. The faint green light silently approached the outer circle of the crowd, and the horses in the outer ring began to neigh and riot.

The commotion of the horses woke the half-asleep sentry men, and when they were fully awake, they were now surrounded by many dark green points of light.

"There is a situation!"

The word woke everyone up, and after a chaotic noise, everyone became vigilant, staring at the green dot that was constantly approaching them.

The green dots got closer and closer, and with the help of the faint firelight, people could only see the vague figures, and the pair of dark green dots of light turned out to be a pair of eyes. The outline of the figure gradually became clear, and the blurred figures were snow-white snowwolf.

"Wolf, it's a snowwolf! Hurry up and light the torches, quick!"

The dart players panicked and shouted loudly and rapidly.

"Don't panic, don't panic!"

Someone shouted a reminder, but it was too late. It is said that wolves are cunning, and this sentence is true. The wolves were indeed afraid of fire, so they did not attack rashly when they saw the fire.

But their invisible siege has caused heavy psychological pressure on the dartmen. The greatest strength comes from organized action, and the most powerless struggle comes from panic. The moment the wolves attacked, it was the moment of panic for the darts.

One by one, white figures stepped across the luggage horses in the outer circle of the crowd and rushed straight towards the panicked crowd. This time, the darts players were even more flustered. There was no time to light the torches, and the darts panicked to meet the attack of the wolves.

In the panic, some people were dizzy, forgot the sharp weapon in their hands, and fought with the wolf with their bare hands; some drew their weapons to meet the snow wolf that pounced; some people took advantage of the panic to hide behind people; and some people ran to the fire in the center.

Different choices determine different outcomes, and those darts who are dazed and fight with wolves with bare hands are doomed to a tragic end, and death is their fate. Those with weapons were more wounded and had fewer deaths. The other two were lucky enough to escape the wolves.

Just as the scene intensified, a cold snort sounded on the snowfield.

"Rush! I didn't even notice the wolves approaching, what a pile of rubbish. ”

Li Dekong's voice came from the carriage, and then a momentum spread outward with the carriage as the center. The frenzied wolves stiffened, and then fled with their tails in their hands. A wolf attack came suddenly, and it went as quickly as the ebb tide.

The cold snort came from Li Dekun, who had long been aware of the approach of the wolves. The wolves can't pose any threat to him, and his two brothers won't be afraid of the wolves, as for Xu Chenglin and the others, it's none of his business.

If it weren't for the fact that he needed a few more people to explore the way, he wouldn't have easily opened his mouth to save people. Although Li Dekong is reckless, he is somewhat heroic. Seeing so many dart players injured, he was filled with righteous indignation for a while, so he released his momentum.

The wolves retreated, but the vigilance of the darts did not fade with the wolves. A group of people watched vigilantly until a faint light appeared in the sky.

It's dawn, it's dawn indeed. The night in the snowfield comes and goes quickly. Everything at night was like a dream, and if it weren't for the scattered footprints, if it weren't for the corpses of their companions, if it weren't for the scattered blood on the ground, no one would have believed that everything at night was real.

It's not that I can't believe it, but I don't want to believe it. Although the dart players of Shenwei Dart have a bad reputation, they still have some feelings for each other after getting along for a long time. Watching his former companions turn into corpses one by one, this is unacceptable to anyone.

One by one, the corpses were laid out on the snow by the dart players, and after carefully counting the numbers, they found that there were still a few missing, apparently taken by the wolves. Looking at the dozens of corpses, the darts players were a little silent.

After a long time, a black-faced man with a full beard stepped forward and kicked a young corpse.

"Fuck, two dogs. Why did you die here, Lao Tzu didn't say that you can only die at my hands, why did you die here. Fuck, you deserve it, phew!"

As he spoke, he spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the corpse's face, and he was particularly angry in his heart, and he punched and kicked the corpse again.

Seeing the Han's approach, some people began to follow suit. Some people even didn't understand their hatred, and made up a few more knives on the cold corpse, and for a while the snow field was filled with shouting and laughter.

Death should be a sad thing according to common sense, but Xu Chenglin didn't see much sadness in these people. Or that grief only appears when the corpse is first seen, but now it seems that it is not sadness, but just the sorrow of the dead rabbit and fox.

Xu Chenglin only sees the distortion of human nature now, dead and dead, and he can't even let go of death if there is anything, why is this.

After desecrating the corpse, many of the living dart players seemed to be tired of playing, and they were somewhat distracted.

"Hey, what about these corpses?"

"Burn it down, let them go all the way. ”

"When did you kid get so kind, why don't you just leave their bodies here. ”

"Well, yes, leave their carcasses here, so the brutes will feed on their carcass and won't attack us at night again. Someone laughed.

"That's a good idea, so let's do it. Someone seconded the proposal.

"Okay, that's it. ”

......

The conversation of the darts players was heard by Xu Chenglin without missing a word, Xu Chenglin's face was blue for a while, and his heart was also cold.

Why this? The words rang in his mind over and over again. At first, Xu Chenglin felt a little guilty about calculating these mortal darts, but at this moment, the guilt in his heart was swept away.

"Damn these people!"

This is what Cheng Lin thought in his heart at this time.

"Let's go. ”

An indifferent voice came from Li Dehai's carriage, and everyone began to pack up and prepare to leave.

Listening to the indifferent voice of the big dart, looking at the other two people who were also indifferent, Xu Chenglin did not have the slightest guilt in his heart.

"Sure enough, things gather like and people are grouped!"

For such people, it is not an exaggeration for Xu Chenglin to kill people and seize treasures, and it can be said that they are merciful to their subordinates.

Don't say that he is nosy, and don't say that he is unreasonable, because these are just normal things in Xu Chenglin's eyes today.

The cultivation world, this is the cultivation world, the cultivation world where strength is the supreme. You can bully the weak, you can fight against injustice, you can act recklessly, as long as you have the strength, and now Xu Chenglin has this strength.

Soon after, a group of centaurs slowly moved on the snowfield again, but this team was much smaller than when they first left Syracuse City.

The cold wind howled, and the snow dust buried the blood on the snow, and the stiff corpses lay in the snow in a daze, waiting for the wolves to feast.

After walking for a long time, the dart riders stopped again because a team appeared in front of them blocking their direction.

This procession was a funeral procession, and the three heavy coffins were lined up, blocking the way of the Shenwei dart line. The cold snowfield, the funeral procession, the three heavy coffins, everything is strange.