Roger was eager to look down and check his condition. But without giving him a chance to speak, his emaciated body was grabbed, and he stumbled back to the wooden house not far away.

"Bang!"

The door was closed to keep the wind and snow out, and the inside was not very large, and there was no decoration, and there was a hole in the wall, which was barely blocked by a piece of animal skin, but from the edge there was still wind and snow seeping in.

Truth be told, this can't be called a house at all, at least it's a little respite from the cold outside.

In the middle of the house was an iron basin with a red-hot charcoal fire, and several figures sat around the brazier.

"Count your boy's life big."

The speaker wiped his face, revealing a rough face.

"Just came back from outside, can't go directly to the brazier......"

The man was babbling on and on, but Roger didn't hear a word, just wondering about his state at the moment.

"Moon?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Before I lost consciousness, I only saw a black moon, could it be that the purpose of the Jackdaw Sword Lord was not to kill me?

If he were replaced by someone who judged the situation like the Tengu God Lord, and the Yachi celebrity was abolished, he might not necessarily take it to heart.

A son who lost money was really nothing compared to an Extreme Dao Sword Master who was gradually becoming stronger.

But the Jackdaw Sword Master is different.

That stubbornness, which is deep in the bone marrow and the spirit of the sword, means that this man will not compromise on anything.

The choice I made wasn't that I should do it, but that I thought, that's all.

But now it seems, things are getting a little blurry.

Is it because the Jackdaw Sword Master has another purpose, or is it because of the particularity of the hunter's hut that Luo Ming is allowed to appear in this place.

"His spiritual world?"

"But shouldn't he be a guardian spirit who escaped from the world controlled by the silver dragon, how could he become a child?"

There were so many questions that Roger didn't even notice that his clothes were unknowingly stripped naked.

Belch......

I can't notice it outside, but my clothes are already filled with snow, and if I don't clean it up, it won't be easy to turn into snow.

Stayed in such a hostile environment for a long time. As soon as he entered the room, Roger noticed that this thin body began to recover rapidly.

It seems that this body has a great resistance to the cold.

Roger could only try to pretend that he had just come out of the cold, and he didn't dare to show anything unusual now.

At this time, the state is very strange, maybe the consciousness of the Jackdaw Sword Lord is above this world, and he is silently observing everything.

With everything in order, Roger had to face a new problem.

What should he do next?

"Hunter's Cabin ......"

He tried hard to sense the existence of the Hunter's Hut, but after trying several times, his brain was empty, and when he closed his eyes, a lot of knowledge flashed through his mind, and his cultivation skills were also vivid.

But on the contrary, the body is empty.

In addition, what puzzled him was that in his own mental state, he always felt that something seemed to be gradually moving away from him.

"What is it?"

"My power?"

"Knock knock!"

At that moment, there was a sharp knock outside the dilapidated wooden door.

The wind was howling outside, and no one wanted to talk in this oppressive environment, and over time, the sound of wind and snow became a kind of background sound, but this sudden knock on the door broke the inherent silence.

"Who?!"

It was the middle-aged man who spoke with a vicissitudes on his face, and it was he who brought Roger back from the house.

Cracking sound.

Something seemed to hit the wooden door, but the knock suddenly disappeared.

The man hesitated for a moment and glanced at the others in the room, "Who else isn't there?" ”

"It's all here."

A woman whispered.

The man's heart tightened, and he suddenly walked a few steps quickly, and when he came back, he already had an extra firewood knife in his hand.

"Maybe it's the rocks that fell from the top of the mountain, blown by the wind and snow, and then ......"

The woman whispered, her eyes full of horror.

But in the next second, the sound of popping came again, and the rapid sound pierced through the wooden door and fell directly into everyone's minds.

At the same time, a low, old voice resounded through the crack in the door.

"Why don't you open the door?"

"It's so cold, do you want me to freeze to death outside?"

Bang bang bang!

"Open the door, it's too cold!"

Hearing this voice, the blood on the face of the woman who spoke just now faded, her lips turned white, and she trembled and squeezed out a name.

"It's Granny Snow......"

"I've heard this voice, they are the embodiment of resentment, wandering in the mountains, and they only like to suck the brains of children!"

With that, her eyes widened and swept to a place in the room, where a thin figure was sitting.

Roger's heart jumped, he looked around, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart, in this room, he was the youngest one.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door again, and unlike before, this time the force was clearly felt, and something sharp seemed to pass through the door.

The people gathered around the fire huddled together, and everyone's eyes fell on Roger's face in unison.

"Are you sure?"

"Could it be the villagers who are blocked outside by the wind and snow?" The man asked in a difficult voice.

"I can't be mistaken, I heard this voice more than ten years ago, it was a snowy night, and it was the same ...... today"

"And then?" The man clenched the knife in his hand.

"Then my father handed over my youngest sister." The woman said tremblingly.

"I'll never forget the sound that thing made when it sucked brains, right under the window, it sucked slowly, as if enjoying some kind of deliciousness."

"It probably took the whole night for it to suck my sister's brain dry, and at dawn we saw only a shriveled corpse under the window."

The woman's body trembled wildly, her teeth clattering together, as if the mere thought of the scene brought her great fear.

Obviously, the events of that time left an indelible impression on her young mind, and the fear at that time has been infinitely magnified.

The next moment she suddenly became agitated, and she slammed herself from the ground and threw herself into a corner of the room like a mad tiger.

There sat Roger.

"What are you going to do?" The man subconsciously stepped forward and blocked the woman's way.

"Hand him over, just hand him over, and we can all be saved!" The woman cried out loudly, looking at Roger with madness in her eyes.

"He's still a kid!"

"Of course I know, but it's because he's a kid that all of us are saved, and that thing only likes kids, and the younger he is, the more he likes it!"

The woman's thin body was fighting on the man, "Without you, he would have frozen to death outside just now!" ”

"It's fate, it's his fate!"

"He won't live today, and if he can save us all before he dies, then why not do it?"

The woman screamed loudly.

"I don't want to send him out either, but if we wait any longer, we'll lose patience with something outside, and we'll all have to die!"

"And now, just kill him!"

At this time, Roger saw the woman suddenly hugging his man, and his face was full of tears.

The man's face was full of pain, "No, if we do this, what is the difference between us and those animals?" ”

He clenched the weapon in his hand, "I haven't entered the house for so long, it means that the power of that thing may not be that strong, I may be able to try ......"

"Smack!"

The woman put her arm around the man.

"Don't go, I don't want to lose you!"

"I can do it!" The man took a deep breath and cheered himself on.

"Maybe it can be done with just one slash!"

At this moment, the woman suddenly jumped up and pulled the man's ear, and whispered a word, the wind outside was whistling accompanied by a dense knock on the door, and Roger's current body naturally couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

At this moment, several people gathered in front of the fire also stood up one after another.

They vaguely formed a circle, slowly surrounding Roger.

"It's really realistic."

Roger couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He is barely a teenager now, he has lost all his strength, and his fighting skills are still there, but there are many people on the other side.

Hard-hitting, he really doesn't have much hope, and more importantly, even if he wins, what can he do, there is a monster outside.

"Could this be the scene that the Jackdaw Sword Master experienced when he was a child?"

At this critical juncture, Roger couldn't help but think about the weirdness around him.

"What are you going to do?"

Roger took a step forward from the corner, his thin body looming in the shadows, his body seemed thin, and the expression on his face did not change much.

But his clear eyes were full of ferocity.

Even if he is unarmed and loses all his strength, if someone dares to approach, he will definitely make the other party pay a heavy price.

A monster is eyeing the outside of the house, and everyone thinks of not confrontation, but to protect themselves as much as possible.

As long as it's not you who dies, what does it matter?

"Open the door, open the door quickly!"

"I smell that, I can't go wrong, it's my favorite thing!"

The wind and snow seemed to disappear and there was silence outside, but in this silence, the heavy knocks on the door and the shrill laughter were particularly harsh.

"It's better to die than to kill all of us!"

The woman's voice came again, and the man's trembling body calmed down and turned his head. His gaze swept over the corner where Roger was.

"...... of the Moon"

Roger didn't speak, only silently clenched his fists.

The scene in front of him made him feel a little trance, his memory was broken, and he always had a sense of déjà vu.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that a long time ago, there was also a person who saved me, and then because of his own choice, he wanted to kill me instead?"

He shook his head, banishing the sense of disobedience out of his mind.

"Strange, how could I have a similar idea?"

Roger was suddenly a little puzzled, and then he saw the man walking towards him with heavy steps.

"I hope to ...... in the month of October"

"You want me to die for you?"

Roger interrupted the man.

"I ...... I'm not...... I mean......"

"Sunset, don't hesitate, that weird thing is coming in!"

There was a voice from the crowd, and it was a somewhat thin old man.

Roger's eyes widened slightly, and he carefully looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The face is full of vicissitudes and exhaustion, but a familiar silhouette can indeed be seen between the eyebrows.

Evening......

This surname reminds him a lot.

Then he heard a heavy voice, "Bai Gardenia is going to be a mother, and the child in her belly ......"

Roger's gaze flickered over the woman's lower abdomen, and although there was no obvious change, there might be a new life being born there.

"I don't have a choice......," the man looked pained, "I know it's selfish to do this, but if I can keep them alive, I'm willing to do anything." ”

The man clenched the firewood knife in his hand, "But I'm not asking you to die, I'll go with you,"

The expression on Roger's face changed, but at this moment he suddenly became calm, "Give me the knife, I'll go alone." ”

If these people dared to do it directly to him, Roger was ready to fight to the death, but after learning the identity of the man in front of him, he inexplicably changed his mind.

This may have happened to the Jackdaw Sword Master, but in either case, since he was here, he could only choose to face some dangers head-on.

"You...... You go?! ”

The man was shocked by Roger's sudden transformation, and he looked at Roger in surprise.

"Give me the knife, I'll go alone."

Roger repeated it again.

Grabbing the hatchet in the hands of the stunned man, Roger turned and walked to the door, where he suddenly thought of something before he could push the door.

"Have you decided on the child's name?"

"I'm new to the news, but I've thought about it before."

"If it's a boy, I want to call him Lonely Mountain, hard life!"

"Sure enough."

Roger sighed, and the moment he pushed the door open, the loud thud rang out again, and through the gap in the plank, he saw a cloudy, crazy eye.

Almost subconsciously, Roger slashed out the firewood knife in his hand.

Quiver!

The front half of the blade went through the gap in the plank, and there was a strong resistance in his hand, and then he heard a scream.

Click!

A white-haired arm smashed the wooden door in front of him, and a resentful voice rushed into his mind, "You've ruined my interest, I'm going to tear you apart!" ”

At the critical moment, Roger's body shrunk into a ball, and at the moment when the wooden door shattered, he rubbed his body and crashed into it.

Tong!

I felt as if I had hit an iron plate, my eyes turned black, and my body bounced out.

The snow on the ground was almost knee-high, and after rolling a few laps on the ground, I was covered in white snowflakes in front of me.

In a hurry, Roger relied on his rich experience to put the firewood knife horizontally in front of him, and then a huge force came, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the whole person flew out sideways again with his arm shaking.

In mid-air, he finally saw the face of the monster clearly.

It was a strange creature with an ape-like head and an old woman's face, with white hair tangled with white hair on its body.

This thing blends in perfectly with the surroundings.

"I can't beat it."

There was a sigh in my heart.

No matter how high the skill is, it also needs a certain amount of strength to support, and the pure physical strength of this creature in front of him is at least 10 times that of this thin body.

Roger has the ability to increase his strength by more than three times through his explosion, but he is really powerless in the face of a gap of more than ten times.

There was no trace of the thing in front of him, and when the monster reappeared, it was when Roger died.

But at this moment, a force suddenly surged out of the thin body, and then there was a touch of pure black in this white world.

It was a three-legged black.

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