Chapter 5: The Road to Escape

The sky was covered by heavy dark clouds, and the hazy moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, and it was scattered on the earth in a chaotic manner. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The chaotic wind and snow blew a terrible sound between the empty heaven and earth, one after another, like a wolf howling. In the fist-sized snow, a young, thin teenager figure walked step by step towards the depths of the wilderness.

The cold wind blew his hair apart, and his long black hair flew in the wind, and the snow-white robe inlaid with luxurious silver edges was blown by the wind.

Under his thick black eyelashes, the black pupils flickered with a rapid light, and the cold wind was like a sharp blade, blowing through his immature skin, and his cheeks should have been flushed with the unique ruddy of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, but at this moment, it was only pale, and his pupils were filled with boundless panic.

The darkness of the night was filled with a lake-like coldness.

The boundless wilderness showed a terrifying silence in the night.

In the bottomless night, there were bursts of footsteps, trampling on the snow, and quickly approaching here.

On the wasteland of the dark night, the dense ice and snow spread forward with a speed that swept everything, devouring everything, and the killing machine was also suddenly approaching Zhao Haochen.

Behind this young man, several figures, holding swords, just touched the snow on their toes, and jumped off the ground, three or four feet away, and the rich murderous aura made this dead and silent night more rhythmic.

"Oh mom, what can I do about this, this can't get rid of the masters of the three factions no matter what?" Zhao Haochen swallowed a mouthful of chaotic wind and snow, his face was frightened, and his body became a little stiff.

"It seems that you must take a gamble!" Zhao Haochen was begging his grandfather to tell his grandmother in his heart, gritted his teeth, trembled, glanced around, as if he had made up his mind, and began to dig the snow on the ground frantically.

This night, the wind and snow were exceptionally heavy, and a teenager kept shaving the snow on the ground with his hands, resolute and strong.

"Hurry up, hurry up, Mom, I don't want to die, my daughter-in-law hasn't been found yet, I'm still a virgin, I have to break it in this life, otherwise it's a shame to die!"

"Tell me about me, it's really unlucky, the soul came through, and before I enjoyed the world of flowers, I injured the guillotine, and now I have to face the hunt, it's really hard!"

"Fortunately, I was against the head teacher, and there were many escape methods, and now I can finally use it!" Thinking of this, Zhao Haochen was still faintly proud, and he was still thinking about how to be embarrassed in front of the head teacher after he went back.

"Squeak! squeak!"

Suddenly, the sound of stamping on the snow came, "Mom" Zhao Haochen exclaimed, and with a bang, he jumped into the pit that had just been dug, quickly slapped off the snow around him, and buried himself tightly.

"Woooooo

The biting bones outside the cold style of winter, and every terrible sound of wind in the wasteland across the eardrums, are terrifying.

The heavy snow will bury the traces of this place in a short time, and it will disappear completely.

"What about people?"

Eight people trampled on the snow, swept by quickly, and stopped where Zhao Haochen disappeared, and one of the leaders, holding a jade flute in his hand, exhaled a cold turbid breath and asked coldly.

"This--" the others hesitated, "have you fled?"

The man at the head raised his eyebrows, waved the sleeves of his robe, squatted on the ground, whipped up some snow, and stood up suddenly with murderous energy, and the snowflakes falling from the sky fell one after another to other places, and this area was covered by murderous aura.

"Chase! he won't be able to run far!" a dull snort, shaking the snow off the others.

Zhao Haochen, who was buried under the deep snow, his face down, was close to the ice and snow, and a trace of cold air slowly spread from his feet to every part of his body along his meridians. His body curled up, trying to isolate the cold, however, it seemed that this warm body seemed to have an irresistible temptation, and the cold eroded his meridians inch by inch, and the small body took on a distorted posture.

On his handsome and fair face, dense veins like earthworms were emerging little by little, more and more, more and more dense, and more and more clear.

The body was cold to the bone, and he lay there silently, motionless, like a dead man.

The wind was howling, the snow was drifting, and in the oppressive silence, there was no sound.

A green tendon was all over, and the white palm stretched out from the snow, like a dead body crawling out of the graveyard, inch by inch, shaving the snow around him, crawling out of the snow with difficulty, looking from a distance, it looked more like a dead man slowly crawling out of the grave.

"Bubbling--"

Zhao Haochen, a young man lying in the wind and snow, kept squirming with difficulty, grasping the ground with both hands, and crawling forward with difficulty.

Squirming a step, he gasped heavily, and then rubbed his hands vigorously, a small face turned pale, and after a while, there was a trace of ruddy, and there seemed to be blood flowing slowly in the meridians, and this faint sound could be heard in this silent night.

"My ****** really suffered, my life is miserable, is it true that I, who am wise and handsome, will freeze to death in this wilderness?" Zhao Haochen shivered and warmed his body.

"Whew!"

A wolf howled, and a few glowing eyes stared straight here.

"Mom, it seems that I didn't freeze to death, but I was going to die in the belly of a wolf!" Zhao Haochen was about to cry the next moment, staring at a few evil wolves coming over, his eyes flashing with ghostly light were full of bloodthirsty breath, and he looked like he had been hungry for a long time.

The next moment, a hot spring gushed out from below, and the cold of the night burst into a hot spring.

"Oh my God!" this position is impartial, it is under his crotch, "I'm fifteen years old, it's a shame to say this!"

"Whew" The wolf walked over with a soothing step, and the corners of his mouth flowed.

"What kind of smell, why are you so sassy?" Jian Zi woke up slowly, his face was cold, and said to Zhao Haochen.

"This--this--" Zhao Haochen was a little distracted, but at this time, several hungry wolves pounced, and the next moment the body was about to become bloody.

The young man suddenly took out his sword, a sword light flashed, and several vicious wolves lay on the ground and wailed, and after a while, they lost their breath.

"Rubbish!" Jian Zi sneered coldly at Zhao Haochen, moving forward with difficulty, but he felt that his crotch was cold, and his face was furious.