Xia Ren had a trace of annoyance in his heart, if it was the god of death who caused trouble, then he would slaughter the god!

As soon as he got up, the snow and ice mixed with dirt and rocks had fallen, and the rather luxurious dwellings in this small village were completely submerged.

The snow, snow and mudslides continued unabated, still surging towards the village, as if it was about to swallow up this nameless village in the west.

More than ten minutes later, the original scattered houses in the village have been completely destroyed.

A mixture of snow, boulders, and dirt covered the place, and a faint half of the roof was still exposed above the plane, but it was silent.

It was quiet, except for the sound of the wind and snow.

Until there was a slight clicking sound somewhere, and the sound was like the cracking of the ice.

Soon, the crackling sound became more and more frequent, and after a loud bang, the black-robed figure leaped out from under the mud and rocks, and he slowly stood on top of the submerged village that had fallen into the dead silence of the cemetery.

"Aunt Thirteen?" he raised his voice.

The sound spread slightly in the wind and snow, but quickly disappeared into the whistling wind and snow.

The black-robed figure frowned, quietly feeling the changes everywhere, and there seemed to be signs of breathing in the ice, snow, mud and stones.

He jumped over, and everywhere he went, he directly punched the surface of the hard mud and stone, and then converged his internal force, and the probe pulled out the buried person.

Several times in a row, but they were all villagers.

For the first time, Xia Ren felt anxious in his heart.

Meow is not only his family, but also an important item to obtain energy points.

Normally, she would have been fine if she was following behind her.

But this time I went out, the situation was really weird, and what I encountered couldn't be explained by common sense at all, and it was all a sense of "death is coming".

Sou!

A dark shadow suddenly rushed down the mountain.

The air was filled with the sound of sharp objects shuttling through the air.

Xia Ren frowned, grabbed the darkness in front of him with one hand, his palm shook, and a cold feeling came.

It was a dart with a letter strapped in it, and it was very ordinary, but the kind that could be made by ordinary blacksmiths in the town, or could be bought in weapon shops.

He didn't look at the letter, but the whole person jumped up.

There was a sound under his feet, white smoke was flying, and the others were already more than ten meters away.

After a few ups and downs in a row, he rushed to the black shadow.

Since someone is here, what kind of message is being read? Wouldn't it be better to catch it directly and ask it face to face?

"You are..."Xia Ren's tone was cold, he was in a very bad mood at this time.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him with an extremely ordinary face showed a strange smile, and his cloudy pupils looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

Immediately afterward, a stream of dark green blood oozed from his mouth, with a disgusting fishy smell.

He had committed suicide by poisoning!

The person fell to the ground weakly, his face turned completely green, and the meridians in his arms also turned into thick green lines, which were clearly visible under the skin.

Xia Ren was already very familiar with that weird smile, and he knew something in his heart.

It seems that the person who is against them along the way is not a person at all, but this familiar look, but if they don't jump out, they can't guess it!

Now the situation is a bit passive!" he sighed softly, and reluctantly opened the note in his hand.

There was only a very simple sentence on the note: If you want to save it, the Fengxue Mountain Temple.

"Fengxue Mountain Temple?" Xia Ren was stunned, he had already written down the map of this way, and it seemed to mark the existence of such a temple among the mountains in the north of this small village.

But it only drew the outline of the temple, but did not write the name.

This kind of mountain temple near the small village is actually very normal, and most of them are set up by the villagers, and what they want is nothing more than smooth weather and safe fortune.

At this time, the mountain road has long been flooded, and there is no way to go.

Xia Ren pondered for a while, and then decided to go, after all, it was really important to him, and he shouldn't abandon it for both reason.

Having decided, he suddenly lifted his internal force and strode towards the direction marked on the map in his memory, and with each step he fell, there was a loud sound in the mountains.

During this period, it caused a small avalanche and two landslides.

Little snow.

The black-robed figure standing alone slowly stood on this high ground, the terrain was not gentle, even if it was covered with ice and snow, it could still be seen that the steps below it had long been broken.

This level cannot even be described as in disrepair, but no one comes at all!

The mountain wind ghosts cried wolf, and their tracks were carried by the snow, turning into strange white snakes, which were endlessly entwined around the visitors.

The visitor tightened his black robe and looked up at the scene in front of him.

Rundown!

It seems that this is the only word that can describe the temple in front of you.

On weekdays, it doesn't look like there are villagers who come to worship, but it looks like a temple built in the previous dynasty, and it has not collapsed yet, which is already a miracle.

There are a few locust trees planted in front of the temple gate, and the shadow of the forest is thrown into the snowy road into the temple.

The visitor walked slowly on the shadow of the tree, and the wind and snow that had howled before had also subsided here.

The moment he pushed open the temple door, the sound of wind and snow disappeared completely, and even with Xia Ren's keen sense, he couldn't hear a trace of movement.

At this step, it is as if you have arrived in another world.

As he imagined, the temple was covered with cobwebs, and the statue in the center was obviously a woman, but her face was blurred, and she still gave people a sense of kindness and compassion as she lowered her eyebrows.

However, this statue is not made of bronze brass, but resembles silver mixed with some other material, and shines with the light of the white forest.

In particular, there is a bonfire burning next to the futon in front of the statue for worship.

In the firelight, it was red and white, which made people feel a sense of foreboding.

"Daddy, someone's coming!" the little girl by the campfire hurriedly leaned over to a middle-aged strong man dressed as a traveler.

The strong man, with his eyes focused on a giant sword with a thick palm stuck in his back, sat cross-legged, and when the temple door opened, he was breaking a wooden branch and throwing it into the fire.

On the bonfire sat a simple iron frame, on which the mountain grouse pierced by iron bars crackled for miles.

The strong man took out a handful of spices from the green pocket around his waist, kneaded them carefully, and sprinkled them evenly on the grouse.

A strange fragrance suddenly filled the dilapidated temple.

Shouldn't people feel warm on such a cold snowy night, with fire, food, and shelter?

"It's also fate to be able to get together together from the wind and snow. The strong man raised his head and looked at the black-robed young man who had just walked in front of the door, "Come and sit down, it's warm here." ”

Half of his face was illuminated by the firelight, but the other half was in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

And the little girl in his arms was shy and prostrate, as if she was very afraid of life.

The forehead was only slightly exposed, but it showed an extremely thick and miserable white.

Xia Ren is very familiar with the color of miserable white, after all, he still has two hands of the same color in his body, and he doesn't know what the hell he is dancing every day.