The two servants of the Yin Mansion walked silently from the morning until it was almost dark.

The snow beneath their feet had thinned a little, but the whole world around them was still white.

As it got dark, a biting northwest wind blew one after another, and then a heavy snow fell.

"Longevity, it's getting dark, you see there's a ruined temple there, how about we go in tonight and spend the night?"

The servant who called Ji'an stopped and looked at a small ruined temple that sat beside the road.

The two servants had not spoken to each other for a long time, and because of the disagreement before, the servant who was now called longevity did not pay attention to each other after hearing this, but continued to walk along the road on his own.

The wind and rain are blowing on the body, it is unusually cold, and the sky has slowly darkened now, but looking at the posture of Changshou, he has no intention of stopping.

In the heart of longevity, his life is equivalent to Yin Mao's given, if it weren't for his own master, he would have starved to death on the street now, so if something happened to the master, how could he stop for a night in this broken temple.

"Ji'an, you bastard, you usually love us so much, but now at this moment of life and death, you only care about yourself, but you put the master's affairs aside. ”

Changshou didn't stop, he shouted as he walked: "If you don't want to save the master, you can stay in that broken temple, I will rush to Ding'an County overnight to invite that mage to cure the master's strange illness." ”

Such words reached the ears of the servant named Ji'an, who glanced at the ruined temple by the roadside, and then moved to catch up with Changshou, who was hurrying ahead.

"I was wrong about longevity, what you said immediately made me enlightened, the master is now in danger, how can I stop taking care of my own comfort, and ignore the safety of the master, in the end, my life was given by him. ”

felt that what he said about longevity was quite reasonable, and Ji'an whispered his own nos as he walked, so it can be seen that these two servants had nothing to say to Yin Mao.

"Okay, don't play tricks, let's go quickly, we have to rush to Ding'an County before dawn, and before sunset tomorrow, we will bring that mage back to Turtle County. ”

"Hmm. After the two reached an agreement, they talked happily again, and on the way to the road, Changshou took out two flatbreads from the burden behind him and handed one to Ji'an.

If it was a weekday, a hundred miles away, they drove a carriage and arrived in Ding'an in half a day, but now the road is closed by heavy snow, and their journey is also dragged down by this snow, and until now, they have only caught up half the way.

After dark, he took out a torch in his technical safety baggage, lit one and held it in his hand, and under the light of the fire, the two continued to hurry.

As he walked, Changshou, who was silently hurrying ahead, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong with your longevity?"

Changshou, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and Ji'an, who was walking forward with a torch in the back, bumped into Changshou's body, and immediately turned his head to look at him.

At this glance, Ji'an found that Changshou was looking ahead in panic, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he stopped talking.

Looking ahead of the other party's gaze, the expression on Ji An's face was the same as Changshou's, and he saw a red-clothed figure walking towards the two of them in front of the road.

Although they couldn't see the appearance of the red-clothed figure clearly from a distance, they found from a distance that the red-clothed figure was by no means an ordinary person.

Because the figure was on the way to move, his clothes were fluttering, and now it was snowing heavily in this cold winter, even if he was in a hurry, he must be wearing thick cotton clothes, but the clothes of the red-clothed figure looked like thin clothes, otherwise they would not swing with the wind.

"What to do with Ji'an, we have encountered evil spirits. ”

"Don't be afraid, the lord said, people are afraid of ghosts for three points, ghosts are afraid of people for seven points, the yang energy on our bodies is heavy, and ordinary ghosts dare not approach us. ”

"I know, but what if it gets close to us?"

"Can you get close to us?" Speaking of this, Ji An swallowed dryly, and continued: "If it is not afraid of the yang energy on our body, then we are likely to die tonight." ”

Hearing the words 'a dead end', the horror on the face of Changshou, who had never thought of death, became even stronger, and he said, "Why don't we run?"

"Run with a hammer, how can we outrun the evil spirit in the snow in the wilderness, and see what it will do, if it is not harmless?"

With a hint of luck in his heart, Ji'an stretched out his hand to pat Changshou, and then, the two stood on the snow beside the road, quietly waiting for the red-clothed figure in front of the road to approach.

It didn't take long for the figure in red to appear on the side of the road not far from the two of them.

After getting closer, they realized that the figure in red was a handsome man who looked almost thirty years old.

The handsome man in red stepped on the ground step by step, not like an evil spirit, because they knew from Yin Mao's mouth that evil spirits generally floated forward.

The handsome man in red got closer and closer to the two servants, leaving shallow footprints on the snow as he moved.

Seeing the man in red approaching step by step, although Longevity and Skill Assurance confirmed that the other party was not an evil spirit, but judging from the other party's current form, even if it was not an evil spirit, it was also a monster.

Under a closer look, they found that the man in red was just wearing a very thin red robe, he put his hands on his waist, and looked at the two people parked on the side of the road while walking with a cold gaze.

The smile of the red-clothed figure appeared on his face, and Ji'an and Changshou on the side of the road swallowed a mouthful of saliva in unison, and then both knelt on the ground.

The two knelt on the ground, did not open their mouths to beg for mercy, but only lowered their heads with trembling bodies and did not say a word.

Seeing such a scene, the figure in red put away the smile on his face and asked, "What do you think of me?" is it a ghost or a monster?"

With a question, Ji'an and Changshou, who were kneeling on the ground, raised their heads, and looked at the man in red at close range with timidity.

"Immortals, let us go, we're just passing by. Ji'an said such a sentence in a frightened tone.

After Changshou beside him glanced at the man in red at close range, a trace of doubt appeared on his originally frightened face.

"Leave you alone? You are passing by, and I am also passing by, and I happened to bump into a photo on the way, and you really made me panic when you said this, as if I was a murderer?"