It's a quiet mountain village, surrounded by mountains, so the cold wind doesn't blow here, and it feels like a bit of a paradise.

But once you get out of this small mountain village, you will enjoy the scenery of the northern country, which is frozen for thousands of miles, because this is the extreme cold land of the north.

As for why there is such a climate here, it is naturally because the ancestors of this small mountain village trekked through mountains and rivers to find such a secluded place.

Of course, there are also legends that say that the immortal characters here have imposed a fairy law that changes the heavens and the earth, so that the four seasons here are like spring, and the biting cold wind cannot blow this place.

It is said that some fairy women can indeed be seen flying in the sky near the small mountain village, and they are all beautiful and picturesque, which is pleasing to the eye.

In the small mountain village, after many hunters entered the mountain, once they saw the faces of these fairy women, it was as if they had seen a fairy, and they were so fascinated that they would be stupid for a whole few days.

Some of them looked stupid, very much like the young man who came to the village recently, so when the young man came here, none of the village leaders showed surprise.

Ergou has been in this small mountain village for almost a month, and everyone in the village knows him.

At first, the people in the village were quite surprised, how a good young man suddenly became a miasma.

As a result, a few days later, the head of the village found that this young man was not only in good health, but also had great strength, and his kung fu was not weak.

At the entrance of the village, a young man carried a huge bison, followed by several middle-aged men.

These middle-aged men carried some small prey on their shoulders, such as roe deer, wild wolves, etc., in short, they returned with a full load.

There was a loud "boom", and the huge bison was grabbed by the young man and fell to the ground.

Then he touched his waist as if instinctively, and it turned out that he was wearing animal skin clothes, and there was only a belt made of animal tendons around his waist, and nothing else.

"Ergou, give you tools!" one of the villagers shouted.

As he spoke, he handed the young man a sharp, sharp knife to the cow, and the latter smiled innocently after the short knife.

This young man is Ergou, he has been in this small village for so long, and the villagers have accepted him.

"It's strange, why should I touch my waist, do I have to get tools every time I hunt?" Ergou wondered.

However, although his mind was confused, he was dissatisfied with the movements of his hands.

In his hand, the knife is like a swordsman's sword, a scholar's brush, flexible and easy to manipulate.

The carcass of this bison was cut by the ox decomposing knife and was broken into countless pieces in a short time, and the villagers did not get a large piece of beef.

This is enough food for them to celebrate the New Year, and such a large prey, this is something they couldn't believe in the past.

After decomposing a cow, Ergou took out a small piece of it, which was considered his meat for today, and the rest was distributed to the name of the village here.

The village names were also not polite, because they knew that even if the young man in front of them didn't eat, he would be fine if he was hungry for more than ten days, and he could even punch jackals and kick tigers and leopards, so they were used to it.

Ergou walked slowly to a small wooden house in the distance, which was his residence.

After breaking down the blood-stained piece of beef in his hand into small pieces, he set them on a fire and roasted them slowly.

When the barbecue was fragrant, Ergou instinctively placed a large piece of barbecue at his side, as if there would be a mouth waiting for him.

"Again, why do I instinctively put it in this position every time I finish grilling, this height is not like a normal person, but like a small animal!" he muttered as he looked at the meat on the ground.

After almost a month in this small village, the villagers did not know where they came from, and there was no clue about the clothes they were wearing, but they have now been washed and placed in their wooden houses.

He looked at a cloth bag in the corner of the wooden house, which contained the outfit he had come here from, a few small bags that could not be opened, a set of black clothes, and a book.

Thinking of the book, Ergou suddenly stood up, swallowed the barbecue in his hand, wiped the putty with the corner of his clothes, and walked quickly to the corner of the wooden house.

Skillfully took a book from the cloth bag, and saw a striking word "death" written on the surface of the book, and the handwriting was scribbled, as if someone had written it in a panic.

The book was taken out of Ergou's clothes, and he didn't know who put it in his pocket, and wrote such a word.

However, this book is the only item he carries, and the most unique thing is the word on the cover.

"I don't know who wrote this word, a good book has to write a dead word, if I know who it is, I'm going to give him a punch!" Ergou complained.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was a little depressed, because this sentence was said subconsciously by himself, as if he liked to punch people like this.

He persuaded himself in his heart that this was violence, inappropriate, inappropriate.

As he spoke, he opened the book and began to look through its contents.

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman should be self-improving, the terrain is good, the gentleman is a virtuous ......"

The sound of reading aloud came out, which was already Ergou's daily habit.

After studying for more than two hours, it was getting dark, so he closed the book, and then lay down on a bamboo mat on the ground, and fell asleep soundly.

In my sleep, fragments flashed through my mind.

A young man fought with others, killing people like hemp, countless people died in his hands, this young man slaughtered the city and exterminated countless people.

The young man fought with monsters, all kinds of unknown monsters died in his hands, huge birds flying in the sky, beasts running on the ground, all kinds of huge jackals, tigers and leopards, sea beasts swimming in the sea, huge as a mountain.

In the end, the young man fought with the golden dragon and the golden lion, and fought with the burly demon god, whether it was the golden dragon, the golden lion, or the hideous-looking demon god, all died at his hands.

"Kill, kill, kill, whoever dares to stop me, kill without mercy......"

In his sleep, Ergou muttered these words in his mouth, and at the same time, a blood-colored mist emanated from his body.

Blood-colored mist enveloped his body, and under a surge, blood-colored snakes appeared, swallowing snake letters, swimming in the cabin.

"Kill!" a shout rang out.

Ergou woke up from his sleep, a few drops of sweat dripping from his forehead, bloodshot eyes were all over his eyes, and countless blood-colored mist were all over his body.

"It's the fog again!" When he woke up, the fog all gathered inside him.

He watched the mist disappear, but there was a bloodthirsty madness in his heart for no reason, and his face became even more hideous.

But soon, he grabbed the book beside him casually, and then began to read the words on the book aloud, and a cool feeling arose in his mind, temporarily overpowering the bloodthirsty and crazy thought.

An hour later, Ergou's expression regained sluggishness, but he couldn't calm down for a long time, because he had nightmares again.

When he first came to this small mountain village, he had nightmares every night, in which he saw a young man fighting with people, fighting wild beasts, and fighting all kinds of monsters.

But he couldn't see who that young man was, what he looked like, he only remembered that this young man was important to him, as if it were about his own memory.

However, every time he fell asleep, he would emit that blood-colored mist around him, and it was often accompanied by a murderous thought.

Later, by chance, he found that reciting this book could calm this bad thought, so he developed this habit of reading.

But even so, this thought is like a deep-seated instinct, and it appears every time you fall asleep.

And I feel that after reading the book for so long, although that cool feeling can suppress the idea of killing, the effect is getting worse and worse, maybe I won't be able to restrain it.

"I'm leaving this village, I'm going to find out who I am!" Ergou finally gave an answer.

He was going to leave here and go outside to find answers, but also for the sake of the villagers.

If he can't restrain his killing intent in the future, everyone in the village will be in danger.

Before dawn, Ergou left a note in his cabin, and then carried a small cloth bag, cleaned up and set off.

The villagers in the small village got up at dawn, but they found that the young man who used to practice boxing at the door of the hut every morning was gone.

When they reached the hut, they found the note, which said that the young man had left to find answers.

Although he was a little reluctant, the villagers had no way to stop each other, because Ergou didn't belong here, and the vast world outside might be the right place for him.

The young man is gone, leaving this paradise.

The hamlet is surrounded by mountains and the only exit is the mountain road, which is on the east side of the village and is a long way off.

The two dogs move quickly in the mountains and forests, their bodies are as agile and agile as tigers, and the rugged mountain roads are like flat ground at their feet.

His body was so fast that he would even leave an afterimage in the place of the galloping sect, and he took a hundred steps in the time of one breath, and this speed was far beyond the birds and beasts flying in the sky.

After walking for an hour, he finally came to a first-line heavenly canyon.

This canyon is the exit of the small village and this paradise, and beyond the canyon is a snow-covered world.

According to the old man in the village, this place is close to the far north, the weather is cold, the Liao is uninhabited, only some immortal characters will appear here, and it is difficult for ordinary people to survive here.

Ergou did not hesitate, his body jumped on both sides of the canyon, like a spirit monkey unimpeded, and after a while, he crossed this natural danger and stepped on the snow.

When he looked back, the Sky Canyon behind him was nothing more than a tiny gap in the snowy world, and on both sides of the gap were mountains covered in ice and snow.

He smiled, and walked forward, his feet leaving footprints on the snow, but they would soon be covered in the snow.

Cold, this is the first reaction of the second dog after stepping into the snow.

But he is not afraid of the cold, this is his second reaction, although the cold wind around him, but he only feels a trace of coldness, not to the extent that he can't move.

This made him depressed, because after hearing that the cold wind outside was biting, and it was difficult for ordinary people to survive, he also deliberately prepared a few more clothes, but it turned out to be useless.

"Alright, a one-man journey begins, right, Linglong!" said the second dog casually as he glanced around.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked to his side, but there was no one beside him.

But he vaguely remembered that there was a figure by his side, and there should be a person by his side.

"Here you go again, who is Linglong, am I not alone!" Ergou rubbed his somewhat swollen forehead, and then muttered.

He didn't know why, but he had this habit every time, unconsciously dividing a part of it when eating, and stabbing his hand into the beast when hunting.

Now after seeing the endless snow, he unconsciously shouted out a name, who is this "Linglong", is it someone he knows?

After thinking about it for a long time, Ergou shook his head and could only continue to set off. 2k reading web