The Spring Festival, also known as the Chinese New Year, is a very important day for the human race.

On this day, no matter how unsatisfactory the past year was, people will smile and welcome the new year.

Firecrackers, new clothes, New Year's money, lion dance, dragon dance are all kinds of wonderful programs, even if the cold of midwinter, even the catastrophe of the end, can not stop people's carnival, can not stop people's enthusiasm.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, regardless of the county, state, city, is full of lights, fiery red.

The door god peach charm, the couplet lantern, all have been renewed.

The laughter of children has been all over the cradle of the human race for a long time.

Abundant food, warm fires, pleasant blessings, all this has nothing to do with the pioneer camp on the banks of the great river.

The river is mighty, but it can't stop the cold wind coming from the north, this cold wind can even freeze the sea, how can the river resist, so the river froze.

The small handful of people in the pioneer camp are so inconspicuous by this mighty river. A few worn-out flags swaggered in the wind, lonely, pitiful.

Elder Qian woke up the sleeping Hebo, Cai Wei shattered the ice with a sword, and the fish-headed Hebo finally poked his head out and spoke.

"Five miles down, the ice is the thickest and firmest. ”

With that, he shivered and plunged back into the water, went under the ice, returned to his mansion under the river, and fell back into a deep sleep.

The soldiers of the pioneer battalion moved their heavy steps and walked cautiously eastward along the smooth riverbank.

In the crowd, Cai Wei sighed, she looked around, the strong and strong men in the past are now skinny, not only thin people, but also thin horses, walking staggeringly, as if they were about to fall down at any time.

"What is all this for?" her eyes were a little confused, and along the way, she saw the city in ruins destroyed by the war, and also saw the elderly couple who depended on each other. She saw the most vicious bandits and bandits, and she also met the peerless good people who sacrificed themselves for others. And what I saw more was the thinning soldiers around me, and the vanguard battalion with fewer and fewer people.

Before you know it, dozens of people have fallen, dozens of people have disappeared without a trace, and dozens of people have been abandoned because of injuries. Today, the number of people in the pioneer camp is less than 200.

The legendary Terran enemies died on this difficult journey before they could even meet them.

"For the future of the Terrans, of course. The ghost cried.

"But ......" Cai Wei sighed, "can't you just sit down and have a good chat!"

Speaking of this, she laughed herself, because she knew that it was impossible.

"It was impossible when supplies were abundant before, how can it be now?" Ghost Cry shook his head, and the two stopped talking.

Ahead was a white patch, and the white was terrible. The terrible white covered the earth, and there was no end in sight, and it was silently devoured how many lives.

A forest is still holding on.

Let this piece of whiteness be broken, even if it is dilapidated, it will have a little more color.

A ruined village, on the edge of this ruined wood. It has been swallowed up by white, and there are a few ruins left outside.

Devil Cry and the former elder glanced at each other, and then Devil Cry rode out of the crowd and broke into the ruined village.

The first to see were several corpses, pierced by sharpened sticks, their legs dangling from the ground, pecked by crows. His face was blurred, and he didn't know what his identity was.

The crow screamed and flew into the sky, the winged instigator crackling, and the sound of hovering in the sky and screaming was irritating, making the snow-covered land even more lonely.

The ghost cried and continued to walk inside.

Corpses, see corpses again.

A twisted arm pierced through the rubble, fingers spread as if trying to grasp something.

A pile of broken bones was buried under the sandy snow, placed on the hard and iron-hard earth, and was kicked out by the iron hooves of the great black horse as it passed.

A fairly intact house, stubbornly standing in front, surrounded by a broken wall.

Snow was above the green tiles, ice was under the eaves, and two large withered trees in the yard were connected by a rope on which frozen clothes were dried, and it was clear that there were still people living here.

A violent cough came from the room, followed by an anxious female voice.

The ghost cried off his horse, pressed his knife, and walked through the broken wall, the coughing stopped, and then there was a thudding sound in the hall.

The ghost cried into the courtyard, and looked through the gate, and saw a woman in a hall, a very beautiful woman.

With long white hair, eyes as gentle as spring water, skin like ice like jade, and a thrilling figure, even if she is wearing a long coarse cloth dress full of patches, she can't stop her charm.

She glanced at the uninvited guests in the courtyard, then ignored them, and grabbed the heavy axe in her slender hand, and then smashed it down with all her might.

Several pieces of ice slag splashed out of the iron bucket, and Ghost Cry realized that the banging sound was made by her after mashing the ice cubes.

"Why don't you use snow?" asked Oni Cry.

"The water that comes out of the snow is just ordinary water...... "and the ice in my bucket is the ice of water taken from the top of Mount Tai." ”

This is not an ordinary woman, Ghost Cry knows, and this woman also knows that she can't hide it, so she didn't hide it.

"What is the use of the water on the top of Mount Tai?"

"It heals. The woman lowered her eyes, and there was heart-wrenching sadness in her watery eyes: "But unfortunately, you can't cure old age!"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm. ”

"But he's aged too fast. The woman smashed the axe again, and the sound of the ice breaking was clearly heard in the ears of the ghost.

"Ghost crying, from Bashu. ”

"Linglong, from Qingqiu. ”

"The Qingqiu fox girl is amorous. The ghost cried with emotion.

"But they should not be affectionate, especially not to mortals. The woman who claimed to be delicate threw down her axe, stood up, bent down and lifted the bucket, and several tails poured out of the corners of her skirt.

This is a fox demon from Qingqiu.

"I'd like to take a break in the village. ”

"Feel free. Linglong said, "As long as you don't come to disturb us, otherwise...... You should have seen a few corpses at the entrance of the village. ”

"Hmm. Ghost Cry bowed slightly: "It's very shocking, but it's not like the gentle and affectionate Qingqiu fox girl can do it." ”

"So, you're here to do the right thing for the heavens?" In an instant, the delicate eyes like spring water became as white as the terrible whiteness that covered the sky outside, and they were all so cold.

Six tails, wanton and arrogant, danced behind her, like poisonous snakes ready to move.

Ghost Cry pursed his lips and pressed the hilt of the knife, his body bent slightly.

The fox girl in front of her, it doesn't matter whether she is good or evil, the important thing is that this dilapidated village has no way to threaten the existence of the pioneer camp, let the pioneer camp rest for a day, and then cross the river tomorrow.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A rapid cough interrupted the battle intent of the two Duan Shengteng, and Linglong panicked instantly, and went into the bedroom next to the hall.

Ghost Cry hesitated, walked in, and saw Linglong taking care of an old man who was sick in bed.

The old man raised his eyes weakly, saw the ghost crying, and said, "Mother, are you a guest?"