Volume 1 Juvenile Walk Chapter 77 Phantom in the Snow

The sky is dark, and the wind and snow are dashing.

When Wu Bao turned his head, not only did he disappear, but even the team of white-robed soldiers who came with him to explore the way disappeared at some point. In the snowstorm, Wu Bao could barely see that the distance from the previous battle was already extreme, or because the three realms of martial arts were already a small grandmaster who had entered the hall, if ordinary people were afraid that the three steps in front of him were the limit.

Although the wind and snow are abundant, they are not fatal, and the deadliest problem that Wu Bao is facing now is not the enemy lurking somewhere, but the cold. It stands to reason that he has reached the realm of Wu Bao, and he has his own martial arts true qi to protect his body, where is the general cold close?

The cold to the bone, seeing the martial arts as if it were nothing.

Wu Bao relied on his intuition to walk towards the east, in this snowstorm, there was still any direction to distinguish. But Wu Bao still insisted on moving forward, and all he wanted in his heart was to try his luck, which was better than staying where he was and waiting for death.

Wu Bao didn't know how long he had been walking, but he felt that his body had begun to be hot and unbearable, and he just wanted to take off his clothes. Just when Wu Baobao was about to take off his coat, not far in front of him, three white-robed soldiers broke in, naked, swaying towards him.

Wu Bao remembered what Qiu Ye said, that the person who froze to death would feel hot and unbearably hot when he was about to die, and he would take off his clothes. Wu Bao was sad in his heart, is his current state like the previous three, and he is about to freeze to death?

Although the three of them were at the end of their crossbows, and they couldn't walk much faster than the old turtle crawling in the wind and snow, they still quickly came to Wu Bao's approach.

Wu Bao saw these three people approaching, and when he saw the appearance of the person who came, he was shocked, although he was about to freeze to death by this cold weather at this moment, there was still a cooler chill rising from his back, and Wu Bao's hair around his body was blown up.

The person who came was none other than Ruan Wusan, who had been dead for a long time.

Aren't these three people dead? How can they be here again, is it because they are wronged?

Wu Bao thought for a moment, the three people were already about ten steps away from Wu Bao, and Wu Bao saw the facial expressions of the three people clearly, the faces of the three people were pale, without a trace of blood, and their eyes were gray and godless, as if they were dead.

Why is this so? These are three corpses, how can they still walk like walking corpses in the wind and snow?

Wu Bao clenched the single knife in his hand, his whole body on guard, staring at the three corpses that were walking towards him.

A cold light flashed, and the wind and snow stopped suddenly!

Wu Bao thought he was dazzled, and when he was looking at it, it turned out that it was not the wind and snow that had stopped just now, but a girl in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared, holding a short knife, and stabbed the hearts of three walking corpses in the blink of an eye.

Wu Bao didn't have time to reminisce about the demeanor of the sudden arrest of the wind and snow, and he didn't have time to think about how the girl in Tsing Yi managed to stab the hearts of the three people in the blink of an eye, and there was only fear in his heart.

The girl in Tsing Yi, who was only ten steps away from her, suddenly turned her head in her direction in shock, as if she hadn't found herself. Wu Bao wondered in his heart, obviously he was so close to this girl, could she not see herself?

The next moment, the girl actually rushed towards her, the wind and snow that should have been below her knees, the girl only touched the snow with her toes, and her whole body skimmed low against the snow, like an arrow ejecting from the string. Wu Bao raised the knife in his hand and slashed through it, but only a trace of afterimage was slashed.

Wu Bao, who was shocked in his heart, turned his head to look at the afterimage that had just passed in front of him, and was hurrying towards a servant of a post house, and there was a white-robed young man standing next to the servant.

The white-robed soldier who followed him here? Could it be that this person is the missing white-robed soldier? Why is he with the servant? Who is the girl in Tsing Yi, is she friend or foe? Who is the other walking corpse with Ruan Wu and the others?

Wu Bao had too many doubts in his heart, and unconsciously, he walked towards the girl in green clothes and her husband.

One step out, heaven and earth change. The snowstorm, the girl, the servant, and the boy are all gone.

Wu Bao observed everything in front of him suspiciously, and there was nothing else except the two angry statues in front of him.

In one step, he returned to the five-storied pagoda, and behind him was the staircase leading to the second floor, and not far in front of him was the tower gate leading to the post house.

Was it just a hallucination or did he really accidentally strayed somewhere? The pair of white-robed warriors who came with Wu Bao had all disappeared. Wu Bao, who had just been soaked with frightened sweat in the ice and snow, didn't have time to think, and rushed to the door with an arrow and pushed the door out, there is something wrong with this tower, and it is necessary to gather the remaining white-robed soldiers as soon as possible to find out the Yicheng, he should know the inside story.

Inside the tower, in the blazing flames that exuded a bone-chilling cold, a tall ghost general wearing a black six-petal phoenix helmet, with a pair of eyes like an empty netherworld abyss, and a double hammer in his hand as red as blood, was staring with interest at Yang Shiqi, who was driving the Yin soldiers in front of him.

After a long time, it was Youyou who spoke: "Luo Shan seals the matter, controls the Yin Demon, who are you?"

Although the voice came from the mouth of the ghost general, it was sharp, harsh, low and depressing, and the hairs of everyone present stood on end, and they were uncomfortable.

Qiu Ye, who was hiding behind the civet civet, had just seen the fan and felt familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and now when he heard the ghost general in front of him mention it, Qiu Ye remembered that there seemed to be a poor young scholar who had been eating and drinking on the mountain for a long time and had the same fan, and the scholar who liked to tell him bedtime ghost stories had to pee on his bed many times.

Thinking of this, Qiu Ye looked at Yang Shiqi's eyes more and more resentful, no matter what Yang Shiqi had to do with that scholar, he was so scared that he kept wetting the bed back then.

Yang Shiqi was also surprised to see that this ghost general could speak people's mouths, most of the genus of this yin soul was to have grievances or worries when he died, and he did not disperse when he died, condensed into a ghost, and the yin things formed in this way can only act by instinct. He has no ability to think, let alone speak. I didn't expect that the ghost general in front of me was actually thinking, that is to say, this ghost general is no longer a genus of yin ghosts, or it should be the yin god who has not appeared for a thousand years, it is a yin god who has killed many people on the battlefield before his death, and the murderous aura is too strong, and the murderous spirit is condensed after death.

Yang Shiqi thought in his heart, this is a bit troublesome, he has the ability to have a few catties and a few taels of his own best knowledge, if it is an ordinary Yin Ghost General, his ability to send a general according to the spirit may be available, if it is a Yin God in front of him, unless the other party is willing to sign a contract, otherwise his own means are not enough to see.

Yang Shiqi restrained his laughter and said respectfully: "The kid's inheritance comes from the northern decantery, and the wind spring is blue. It's just that the kid is not good at learning, and the master has cut off the information with Biluo Fengquan for many years, and now only the kid is left alive, and the kid has no choice but to come here to borrow some Yin soldiers and ghost generals to report to the teacher. ”

The Yin God holding the crimson double hammer heard that after hearing the Northern Decay Land and the Blue Wind Spring, his face was full of remembrance, and his dark eyes actually revealed a trace of tenderness. Everyone present saw that goosebumps fell to the ground, and their hearts were even more terrifying than the appearance of the yin wind.

"Come here!" The nostalgia of the Yin God and Ghost General was only half a moment, and then he changed into a murderous and awe-inspiring expression, beckoned to Yang Shiqi, and asked Yang Shiqi to come closer.