The farther north I went, the colder it became.

It had just snowed heavily, and the snow on the streets was nearly a foot old. There were houses crushed and there was a lot of crying.

Wearing a hat, carrying a long knife at his waist, and being tall, this person was not easy to mess with at first glance, and people got out of the way.

He walked into an inn, hurried upstairs, and knocked on the door: "Master, uncle." ”

"Come in. A cold female voice sounded inside.

He walked in, and it was still cold inside, but it was much better than outside. Two beautiful women sat at the table, and the atmosphere was as cold as ice.

"How's it going?" asked one of the women nonchalantly.

"Uncle Hui. The man took off his hat and showed his face, indeed Dalang, looking at his expression a little flustered: "The master has not come." ”

"What?"

Suddenly, the frost spread under one woman's feet, while another woman's fingers tapped on the tabletop, and she suddenly sank into the tabletop.

The two women glanced at each other, and at the same time saw the coldness in each other's eyes.

"Devil May !!"

Da Lang's face was pale, praying for himself, and at the same time mourning for his master, he could already imagine how miserable the master would be when they found him.

......

The further south you go, the warmer it gets, and it's still snowing, but it's a lot less. There is a lot more greenery in the mountains, and there are more and more pedestrians.

The snow on the road was trodden on, and then the water and mud mixed together, but instead of turning into mud, it was frozen tightly.

As a result, the road became slippery, one step later, three feet slippery, and often people were beaten firmly, so they had to be cautious in their hurry, especially in snowy days, and some even gave up their rush directly.

However, there is one person who is different.

He wore a hat on his head, a black coat, a long knife at his waist, and a black horse behind him, striding against the wind and snow.

His feet were steady, not at all like walking on a road covered with a layer of ice, and the horse behind him was just as steady, the iron hooves stepped on the ice, clattering, the black horse seemed to feel interesting, and there was even a weird smile on his long face, and he mischievously accelerated the frequency and stepped on it non-stop.

Suddenly, the person in front of him stopped, standing like a flagpole. The black horse didn't pay attention and crashed into it.

The tall horse crashed into the man, but the man only shook for a moment, the ice under his feet was crushed, and he was not knocked out.

People have to sigh, it's a terrible end.

The black horse was a little blind, and he was about to neigh when he opened his mouth, but the person in front of him grabbed his mouth and let out a low muffled snort.

"Be quiet. The man in front of him whispered, his voice so low that it was almost drowned out by the whining of the wind.

The black horse actually understood his words, nodded humanely, and looked ahead vigilantly, only to find that a bamboo forest in front of him had collapsed, and a carriage had fallen on the side of the road, which had been covered with a thin layer of snow.

Two horses fell on the road overlapping, one did not know whether he was alive or dead, and the other had a broken foot, and he was powerless to raise his head.

This miserable appearance made the black horse's eyelids twitch, this kind of injury obviously made it think of something bad, raised its feet uneasily, looked back, and did not break, then let out a sigh of relief.

The hat-taker on his head held the long knife at his waist, prepared to draw the knife at any time, and then touched it slowly.

The first thing he saw was the coachman, a short, middle-aged man, dressed in a coat and with a hat that flew out into nowhere. He must have been thrown out when the carriage overturned, lying in a collapsed bamboo forest, still pressed by two bamboos, with a large bag bulging on his head, apparently fainting.

The hatsman cut off the bamboo, freed him, examined it, and found that he was fine, except for frostbite and fainting.

He was dragged to the carriage, and the hat-bearer heard a low sob.

He turned to the carriage, patted the horse lying on the ground, and then unsheathed the knife and swung it out of his hand.

Then, he opened the car door and got inside.

Several people inside fell into a ball, sobbing in low voices, coming from the arms of a couple. There should be two children, and they are called "Daddy".

"Don't be afraid, it's okay. The hatper said, and the sobbing inside stopped. He first flipped through the messy luggage that had pressed down on them, then examined the couple.

The husband was the most seriously injured, breaking several bones and possibly even having a bone spur in his lung.

The hatsman put away the knife, helped him straighten his bones, secretly pulled out the throwing knife, inserted a knife in him, and then dragged him aside, and then checked his wife, who was fine, but had many contusions, and I don't know how she fainted, maybe she hit her head, or she may have been frightened.

The two children, a boy and a girl, were uninjured but frightened. It should be twins, they look very similar, this family of four, luck is really good.

"It's okay. The hatsman whispered to reassure them as he carried them out of the carriage and dragged the couple out.

The two children were at a loss, looking around blankly, while the hatsman bent down alone and grabbed the edge of the carriage, and with a loud bang, he actually turned the carriage over.

This strength is really great.

......

The darkness seized the earth, not revealing half of the light, and the wind and snow were very urgent, whining and whining the chill through the bone marrow.

On the edge of the bamboo forest, a horse-drawn carriage stood there. The reins of the carriage were untied, and the three horses burrowed into the bamboo forest and huddled together.

The big black horse's lips cracked and he smiled widely. Obviously, there were two mares beside him, otherwise he would have kicked them away.

Nearby, a pile of dead branches and rotten leaves were gathered together, and the fire was raging.

Several people sat around, and the hat-taker took off his hat, revealing his fierce face, especially the narrow eyes, which were particularly easy to identify. With such a pair of eyes, isn't it a ghost crying or who?

Ghost Cry looks vicious, but the few people around him are not afraid.

Two middle-aged men, one slightly fat, with slightly pale skin, a bruised face, and wearing a brocade robe. One was wearing a hat, relatively thinly dressed, short and thin, with a large bag on his head.

One of them was the coachman, and the other was the husband of the couple in the carriage, and they both toasted the ghost crying and proclaimed their kindness.

And next to the slightly obese man is a charming young woman who is taking care of a pair of children.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Ghost Cry, taking a sip of wine.

The chubby man snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied, but it was not for the ghost crying.

And the coachman had a lingering palpitation: "I don't know what it was, it looked like a man and a beast, and he suddenly appeared, and then the two horses ran like crazy, and the car skidded and rolled over to the side of the road." ”

"Don't make excuses. The chubby man said coldly: "Obviously, you didn't pay attention and almost killed my family of four." ”

The coachman looked embarrassed, bowed his head and remained silent.

"Daddy, I saw it too. ”

"What?" the chubby man turned his head and looked at his son incredulously.

"I... I seem to see it too, like a madman. The little boy said timidly.

"Well, it's not an illusion. The young lady of Grace followed suit.

At that time, her son looked out vigorously, she hugged her son, and wanted to close the window, because it was too cold, but at that moment, a figure appeared, and the figure was crazy like a demon, like an ogre in a nightmare. The young woman was originally timid, but she was scared half to death on the spot.

Then the carriage suddenly accelerated, and suddenly overturned, and in fright, he fainted. Before fainting, he just instinctively held a pair of children in his arms.