This winter, God is a menopausal mother, and her temper changes when she says it.

In the morning, the sky is clear. At noon, the wind blew, and it was so strong that people could not open their eyes.

After a while, it snowed again. Even with the eyes of the ghost crying, he couldn't see far in the snow, and he became a half-blind man.

This time, the ghost crying group was miserable, they set off in the morning, and now they have walked to the northern suburbs, there is no village in front of the village, there is no store behind the store, and there is an old forest on the side of the road.

Ghost Cry lowered his head and turned back and shouted with difficulty, "Let's go and hide in the woods." ”

Nangong, who was holding the big black horse with one hand and the hat with the other, nodded vigorously.

However, as soon as they entered the old woods, the bell on the Devil's Cry long knife rang. The voice was hurried, as if there was a great threat in the woods.

And the big mouth seemed to feel it, one end wrapped around the waist of the ghost cry, and the other end wrapped around the scabbard, looking very vigilant, ready to help the ghost cry and draw the knife at any time.

The old woods are dangerous, which is bad news, but there is good news.

It's a forest of evergreen trees, and the foliage is much thinner than in summer, but it's much better than the bare trees.

The giant trees block it, which directly makes the wind and snow much smaller.

There was a creak, a clatter overhead, and then a broken log fell, stuck in the branch. Then something like a vine and a tree root wriggled like a snake, blocking the back road.

A great sense of crisis came to mind, the ghost crying pupils shrank slightly, and hurriedly shouted: "Go quickly, it is not appropriate to stay for a long time." ”

They sped away as fast as they could, and the unknown thing didn't catch up. That's good news, Devil May Cry really doesn't want to fight that unknown dangerous thing in such weather.

However, blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular. At this time, they had already gone deep into the old forest, and they could not distinguish between the southeast and the northwest. In desperation, he had to point in a direction from the big mouth, and then go straight that way.

The ghost cried ahead to open the way, and the grass and trees in the forest were withered, and the dry thorn vines spread everywhere.

Devil Cry simply pulled out his short knife and cut through the thorn vine in front of him, opening a path.

"Ahh

"What's wrong. Ghost Cry hurriedly turned around and asked.

"It's fine. Nangong used his sword to pick up a snake head that was opening and closing with its mouth open, and from her tone, it was obvious that she was relieved, only to see her smile: "I stepped on a snake, fortunately it has been frozen, otherwise it is really dangerous." ”

When the ghost cried, he also broke out in a cold sweat. Hurriedly said: "Be careful, follow my footprints." ”

"Hmm. ”

Nangong bowed slightly, and they walked more carefully.

The snow kept falling, and the more they went, the deeper the snow on the ground piled up, and the more difficult it became for Ghost Cry and Nangong to walk.

Especially the ghost crying, he not only opened the way in front, but he was not afraid of the cold like Nangong, the cold wind was constantly taking away his strength, and the consumption of physical energy exceeded his expectations, and soon he began to panting.

"I'll do it. Nangong walked up with a sword and came to the front of Ghost Cry.

The ghost cried for a while, looking at Nangong who was walking in front of him, and only felt that a big man's heart had been severely hit.

Nangong is not a weak woman, many times, she is stronger than most men.

He gritted his teeth hard, put the knife into the sheath, and touched the gourd on his waist with trembling fingers, and it took several times to open the lid of the gourd with difficulty.

It was so cold that my hands and feet were numb, and I almost lost consciousness.

Pour a Bigu Dan into his mouth, chew and bite it hard, swallow the Bigu Dan that was chewed into pieces, and then take off the wine bag on the horse's back and pour a sip of spirits, a hot breath rises, which makes me feel much better.

The two supported each other alternately, and they didn't know how long they walked, and then another bad news came, and they seemed to be targeted by something again.

Fortunately, before they could meet the tracker, they found a place to hide from the snow. Ahead, looming in the snow, was a small wooden house.

Bang!

The cabin was almost knocked open by Ghost Cry with his shoulder, and the big black horse crashed into it headlong, then Ghost Cry, and finally Nangong retreated and closed the door.

The doors and windows were shut, and the room was plunged into darkness. The room was only slightly brighter as Devil Cried felt the fire fold and blew it up, but most of the place was still in darkness.

At this time, the ghost cried and they had the time to look around.

The room is not big, and after installing Ghost Crying Nangong and the big dark horse, it looks extremely crowded.

The house was very simple, just a stove, some firewood, and a pile of straw in the corner, which seemed to be for people to sleep on.

The doors and windows are thick and tight, and there is a small hole left in the door that can be opened to look out.

The big black horse didn't say a word, he fell down suddenly, lying in the pile of straw, his eyes closed, white gas spewed out from his mouth and nose, and his stomach fell violently together.

Ghost Cry sat on the ground and gasped against the belly of the big black horse, and took another sip of the spirits, which seemed to have to slow down for a while.

Nangong's physical strength was unexpectedly good, and she and Ghost Cry shared the responsibility of opening the way, but because she was not afraid of the cold, the physical consumption was not as much as Ghost Cry.

He got up and leaned on the door, lifted the lid and looked out through the small hole in the door.

After a few moments, he closed the lid again, shook his head at Ghost Cry, said he hadn't seen anything, and then walked over, sat down next to Ghost Cry, snatched the wine bag from Ghost Cry's hand, and poured a large mouthful into his mouth.

The wind and snow were very strong, and the bell kept ringing. There was a sound of scratching the door, and it seemed that a wild beast was wandering outside, trying to get in.

But this small wooden house is really thickly built. After a while, the guys outside seemed to find that they could not come in, and could not withstand the terrible snowstorm, so they left, and the bell was quieter, but still refused to stop.

Nangong didn't know if he was tired, or if he was drunk, his eyes seemed to be overflowing, and he was very confused, and his head rested on the shoulder of the ghost cry. His face flushed, and his nose erupted with a cool breath.

Ghost Cry completely paralyzed on the big black horse, with a fire fold in his mouth, the fingers of one hand gently tapped the floor, while the other hand always clung to the hilt, and the nerves were always tense.

Through his long and narrow eyes, he seemed to be able to see that his pupils, which were one size smaller than ordinary people, were shining with fire.

A violent knock on the door sounded, Nangong did not react, and the ghost cry did not mean to open the door, there was a curse outside, and it was soon swallowed by the wind and snow.

The sound of the wind and snow is like a tsunami, and the bells are mixed in. Gradually, the ghost couldn't hold back the cry anymore, and fell into a dream.

When he woke up, his body was warm, covered with a quilt, and the top of his head was wet, and the hat had long been taken away.

When he opened his eyes, Nangong was adding firewood to the stove, and the big black horse, squinting his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the flames, was lying on the side, chewing a piece of long hair leisurely in his mouth.

The hair is very coarse and a little hard, and this hair is obviously not Nangong's.

"You're awake. Nangong turned around: "Sleep a little longer, you're too tired, besides, it's better to wait for the snow to stop for a while." ”

But Ghost Cry didn't mean to continue lying down, he was furious, and lifted the quilt on his body: "Da Hei, how many times have I told you, you are not allowed to lick my head, you are not allowed to chew my hair, and you, big mouth, are not allowed to wrap my legs at any time......"