In the early morning of the first snow, Zhuo Xiaochan didn't see Luobei who appeared early in the past, so she came to his residence, his door was open, and the house was no different from before, but Luobei and Dabai were not there.

Normally, Da Bai and Luo Bei rarely go out together, and these two guys probably only get together at night when they are the quietest, but what happened today?

Zhuo Xiaochan searched all around and the places they frequented, but there was no trace.

It wasn't until she noticed the messy footprints in the snow in front of the door that she began to get a little worried.

At this time, it was almost noon, she met Qin Muchuan, and then the two of them began to look for Luobei's traces together.

Qin Muchuan's cultivation is exquisite, and he walks through the forest like walking on flat ground, but after looking for a long time, there is no shadow of Luobei, and it is almost certain that Luobei has magically disappeared.

Until the sun set, Da Bai ran back from nowhere, and there was a little dark green slime on his body.

Qin Muchuan was holding the liquid in his hand, and his expression began to become a little anxious.

Because this mucus is not an ordinary liquid, it actually contains some kind of strange toxin.

But I don't know why, Dabai is still active as before, as if it has not been affected at all, Zhuo Xiaochan cleaned it and said a lot to a cat.

Even she herself didn't know why she would ask a cat about Luobei's whereabouts.

Da Bai naturally didn't answer her, but Da Bai's indifferent appearance was very in line with its usual temperament.

At this moment, Qin Muchuan seemed to have some sense, and flew out lightly, running in the direction of Luobei's return.

Night finally fell.

The moonlight on the horizon was cold and bright, and the wind on the mountains was much stronger than during the day.

The cold wind blows, and people can't help but shrink their bodies tightly.

Luo Bei said goodbye to Toad Yue and walked back alone, along the way he kept thinking about the things he had encountered in this short day, everything was so strange, strange and unimaginable even now.

Just when he was walking back in a trance, a very fast figure had already come to him in a few frightening moments, the tall figure stood under the shadow of the moon, and probably had already seen Luobei coming slowly, but he stopped.

Qin Muchuan's face was gloomy, his eyes were stern, he stared at Luo Bei for a moment, and finally he didn't speak, nor did he blame, after making sure that Luo Bei's steps were steady and his breath was as usual, he showed a little tiredness in his eyes, and then turned around and walked in the direction of his residence.

When Luo Bei saw the master for the first time, his heart almost rose to his throat, although he had lived in the mountains for four years, he still often felt a strong sense of oppression in front of the master, so that he did not dare to speak loudly.

But this time, Qin Muchuan didn't ask him why he suddenly disappeared and where he went, and he didn't even say a word of reproach, only a trace of tiredness in his eyes, and in Luo Bei's opinion, there might be a trace of disappointment......

In the wind, Luo Bei was left standing in the snow in a daze, looking at the back of the master's departure, feeling uneasy and unable to calm down for a long time.

It didn't take long for Zhuo Xiaochan to appear in front of him, and the moment she saw him Luobei, she had tears in her eyes, but the smile on her face showed that her long-standing worries could finally be relieved and she could come down easily.

"You stinky boy, I don't know where I ran this day, we're all worried about death, you know?"

She knew that Qin Muchuan didn't give Luo Bei a good face, so she deliberately accentuated the word "we", so that Luo Bei knew that someone was just cold-faced and hot-hearted.

Luo Bei pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer, he didn't want to lie to Zhuo Xiaochan, but he had just promised Toad Yue not to tell anyone what the two of them had experienced.

Zhuo Xiaochan saw him standing still, with a sad look, she couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed, stepped forward and grabbed his arm, and said, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."

As he spoke, he looked at Luo Bei's whole body from face to toe, and only after making sure that he was not injured did he pull him all the way back.

At this moment, Luo Bei thanked Zhuo Xiaochan from the bottom of his heart, he knew that if Zhuo Xiaochan asked again, he would definitely tell the truth, but if that was the case, he would break his promise, although he might not be able to see Toad Yue again, but he knew that if he really did that, he would be extremely regretful.

I don't know if Zhuo Xiaochan saw this, so she didn't ask, the two of them talked all the way, admiring the snow in the wind and stepping on the thin ice.

The words he said were almost all trivial things that usually happened together, and there was not a single question about why he disappeared for a day.

Even Luo Bei could see that Zhuo Xiaochan deliberately did not mention these things, so he felt even more guilty, except for a simple response to Zhuo Xiaochan along the way, he was walking with his head down.

The weather is getting colder and colder, but at this moment, Luobei's heart is extremely warm......

Living in the mountains for four years, he needs this kind of understanding and warmth comparable to family more than ever at this moment.

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After a heavy snowfall, the moon is faint in the night sky.

The moonlight murmurs like water, as if it has never changed since eternity.

Only time has never stopped, ten years, a hundred years, even a thousand years, in the long river of years, it is just a flick of a finger.

In the middle of the night, there was complete silence on the ancient mountains, and the mountain wind occasionally whistled like a cry for all the injustices of the world.

But it seems that there has never been an echo, and everything in the world is silent at this time.

The wind, blowing across the earth, rolled up countless snowflakes, and the snowflakes flew in the moonlight, like a dream.

Somewhere on top of a tall mountain, the woods are deep.

Even though most of the fallen leaves have withered, it is still so dark that not even the moonlight can penetrate the dense forest like clouds.

Beneath the shallow snow are deep fallen leaves, accumulating layer after layer and layer after layer of decay.

There seems to have never been a human presence among the countless fallen leaves, except for a few small beasts that come out at night to feed, their eyes wide open, their ears pricked up, and their snorts panting in search of food among the fallen leaves.

Suddenly, a gust of wind echoed through the dense forest, adding a bit of horror to the gloomy environment.

I don't know if it sensed any danger, a sika deer suddenly pricked up its ears, its eyes showed horror, and then let out a miserable cry, and before it could escape, it had already fallen to the ground.

Then all the little beasts that were foraging for food hurried out of the forest, no longer caring about their empty stomachs.

The sika deer that screamed and fell to the ground kept staring at it, its eyes full of sadness and fear.

It didn't even let out its last scream, blood streaming down its neck.

It trickles among the dead leaves, and then flows all the way to some dark place not far from it.

In the end, the blood on the sika deer's body seemed to have dried up, and its whole body was almost shriveled, but it was still staring, as if it was unwilling to die, but its body did not move again.

No one would know that a sika deer died tragically in such a mountain forest, but who would care, because it is not surprising that animals fight to the death every day in such a primeval forest.

Strangely, the blood in this sika deer's whole body seemed to be drained, and it did not even have a trace of struggle and resistance.

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The night seemed to be much darker, and the moon was shuttling among the clouds.

Deep in the mountains, above the cliffs.

A tall figure stood in front of the cliff and stood for a long time, his whole body was as black as ink, as if a piece of it had been torn off by the sky and night, and fell on the earth.

People seem to be one with the night, and they don't know what kind of darkness it will be.

At this time, the wind suddenly rose in the mountains, and the wide black clothes on the black-clothed man who was blown by the wind kept fluttering, like a huge black butterfly about to spread its wings and fly.

And his tall figure seemed to be a stone statue on this mountain, standing still in the growing wind.

If it weren't for the fact that he suddenly stretched out a hand to block the moonlight in the sky, you might think that he was a stone statue, a stone statue that had stood for a hundred years.

With his other hand, he slowly pulled up the sleeve of his outstretched hand, revealing his terrifying arm in the moonlight.

Through the little moonlight, you can faintly see that the arm is ulcerated and pus, and maggots are wriggling on it, and even a whole piece of skin cannot be found on the whole arm.

I don't know if it's because he's used to this kind of pain, he used his other hand to tear off a piece of festering flesh from the festering arm, and then lifted it up and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, and there was still black liquid dripping on it.

He threw the completely rotten piece of flesh into the abyss below the mountain, then took a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured pink powder from it, and applied it to the arm that had torn off the flesh.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he had only felt a trace of pain at this moment.

After applying the medicine, he slowly withdrew his black sleeve and covered the arm again.

The whole process seems to have been repeated countless times, so there is no stagnation.

It was only at this moment that there was a slight expression on his stone-carved face, a kind of resentment, a deep resentment.

He looked up at the sky, and he was not even used to it when the moonlight shone on his face like water.

But he did not bow his head, as he has done every moment for more than a hundred years, although life is worse than death, although he is accompanied by darkness, he does not bow his head for a moment, give in.

It's all because of resentment.

Because of resentment, he waited in boundless darkness and pain for more than a hundred years, and probably no one in this world could imagine what kind of life he lived every day.

But he didn't give up because he wanted revenge.

Revenge has become his only hope for life for more than a hundred years.

"Ye Beidi!hahahaha...... Not only did you deceive my sister, but you also let all the people of your clan bury you...... Hahahaha...... You have been dead for more than a hundred years, and I have lived in the darkness for more than a hundred years, because I am waiting for you every moment to come back to repay the pain and hatred of these more than a hundred years......"

He clenched his fists as he laughed maniacally at the night sky, the long nails between his fingers digging into the flesh, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain.

"You made me like this, and even the beasts in the mountains are afraid of me......"

"But who would know that I used to ...... I have also had the cleanest heart and peerless face in the world......"

There are many unimaginable things in this world, such as a sunny afternoon followed by a heavy rain, a bright smile behind what murderous intentions are hidden, a big river on the other side of the mountain, or a mountain peak;

"Now I'm not a human being, it's all because of you...... It's all a lie...... Your salvation is a lie...... Your tenderness is a lie...... You're the biggest liar in the world......"

No one knows what kind of hatred this is that can make a person endure in a dark hell for more than a hundred years, just waiting for an opportunity for revenge.

And that man has been dead for more than a hundred years.

He suddenly stopped growling, stopped all resentment and swearing, and there seemed to be another glint in his withered eyes.

"It seems that the rumors are true, and the reincarnation of fate has brought you to me again...... Killing God Ye Beidi, is there anyone who will protect you in this life?" his voice became extremely gloomy, as if words popped out of his teeth one by one.

Sometimes hatred does not diminish over time, but grows and grows in the depths of the heart, which may change a person's temperament and appearance, and even the most sincere heart.

In every corner of this world, in those invisible places, there are always many fights for survival, between people and birds and beasts, between birds and beasts, and even between people.

As a result, hatred arises, and hatred evolves into a fighting from generation to generation, and becomes a terrible cycle.

But if you go back to the beginning, it's all about survival.

You may be angry that you have lived a life that you should not have been.

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