The pigeons in front of the door were startled by the guests, and after hovering slightly in mid-air, they reached out with iron claws and grabbed every corner of the guests' bodies. Guests waved out of thin air. No pigeon could touch his body, and less than two feet away from him, the pigeons fell, and the black feathers fell into the snow. The guests ran wild in the snow and followed the road into the mountains to the unlucky white-haired town inhabited by old people.

The snow fell like crazy.

The pigeon's whistle was getting closer, accompanied by the neighing of the heavy horse.

Li Changwen had the courage to go to the door and look out, anyway, after the guests left, the pigeons stopped paying attention to him, and those green eyes looked in the direction of the whistle without exception.

In the heavy snow, a pure black steed stood outside the house, and the man on horseback was dressed in a pure black coat, with torches, and a hood covering his head, almost the same as the guest just now, with a silver whistle in his mouth. Li Changwen felt a chill in his heart, thinking that he didn't send away a stranger, but another one, right?

The man on horseback lifted his hood and whistled attentively. The whistle became quick, as if it were some kind of command, and the whole flock took off, and looked around into the air, admiring the man who trained the pigeons, and trained them like warriors. He was not too afraid of this visitor, because he could see the visitor's face clearly. He was a handsome young man, with slender eyebrows and moist eyes, silver ornaments on his forehead, and long black hair.

More neighing of horses approached.

Three almost identical black horses, guarding a chariot, appeared in front of the door of the wine shop. The snow was so deep that it almost drowned the horse's belly, but these trained Hokuriku thoroughbreds jumped with agility and grace, far unlike the night horses that pulled carts. Even more amazing were the men who carried the chariots, which were apparently four Kuafu, twice as tall as ordinary people, covered in black armor, with six-foot-long knives around their waists, and their faces completely covered by heavy visors. One of the two Kuafu warriors in front of him was holding a long flag.

The black banner was embroidered with silver thread with patterns that Li Changwen could not understand, hunting and flying in the wind.

It's an almost all-black team, except for the last one.

He was dressed in a long white robe, shining as bright as the moon in the darkness.

"Warm wine shop. A knight leaned close to his shoulder, "This is the way into the mountain, according to the map, to the town of White Hair." ”

"He's been here, just left, I can feel it. An old voice came from the shoulder. The man sat cross-legged on it, covered from head to toe in thick black felt to keep out the cold, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"The crows are all gathered here, they should have caught up with him, but they didn't chase him, I don't know why. Said the knight with the pigeon whistle.

This means that he is nearing the final stage, when all things will fear him, including me. The old man on his shoulder said lightly, "Ask the owner of the wine shop if this is the only way to Baimao Town." ”

A knight rode up to Li Changwen and took off his hood, just like the young man who was at the pigeon whistle, he had an elegant face, but his eyes were sharp and the corners of his lips were sharp.

"Only this way to go to Baimao Town, there was a guest who came just now, he didn't have eyes, he stayed here for a while and then entered the mountain, I don't know anything else......" Li Changwen said without panting, he couldn't wait to finish speaking, these strangers hurry up, he can't think of being involved in something weird.

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