After Ghost Cry returned to the state city, he rested for a day and followed the caravan to Xiongwang Village.

Xiongwang Village is located in the southwest outside the city of Miaozhou.

In three days, the caravan was reorganized, the news was sufficient, and a local hunter was found to act as a guide, and Chen Lao took a carefully selected hundred guards and a hundred coolies, went out from the south gate, turned west, and passed through a plank road, drilled into the deep mountains and old forests, and then arrived at Xiongwang Village.

It's not too far, but it's a tough road. It can be seen that it is another rush.

Except for the team led by Chen Lao, none of the other businessmen followed, they were just a burden, so they didn't add to this trouble.

Moreover, more importantly, there are still some medicinal materials that have not been processed, and they need to be processed as soon as possible, and they can't leave.

The ghost cried with the brigade, riding slowly all the way, the scenery along the way was desolate, and there was a dead silence.

As time passed, the surrounding trees grew taller and taller, and the vigorous roots began to encroach on the road. The road faded and faded, and finally quietly disappeared without a trace.

Behind him, the original towering state city was gone, and in addition to the trees and snow, all that remained was the undulating mountains.

There is no one in sight, and it is so desolate that it makes people panic.

Everyone hurried in the cold wind, and white heat erupted from their nostrils, spreading in the sky like a long snake.

The guide played a great role, his name was Wang Dashan, he was a sturdy man, not tall or short, with strong legs.

Stepping on a pair of straw sandals on a cold day, the exposed skin was frozen and bruised.

He was missing a finger, which, according to him, had frozen last winter, and then Lang Zhong cut off his finger.

Wang Dashan is good at running, archery and climbing, and tries to pick a good and safe path. Even so, there are always some dangerous areas that cannot be avoided.

A mountain stream, a path on the cliff where Wang Dashan took everyone upstairs, let's just say it's a road!

All the men with horses dismounted, and the coolies led the mules or carried heavy burdens, and walked with difficulty among the guards.

The road was so steep that the horses panicked and were dragged along. Some people were also terrified, trying to cling to the rock wall as close as possible.

Below, there was a rumbling sound from the mountain stream, and the sun could not reach there, and all I could see was pitch black, as if it was an abyss engulfing everything.

There was a long scream, and first two huge baskets fell into the darkness, and then a figure hung below the road.

He grabbed the edge of the road so that he wouldn't fall in the first place.

A few coolies around him hurriedly put down their burdens and dragged him up with all their might.

The coolie, who had almost fallen, was dragged up with trembling legs, and for a while there was no way to continue walking.

The team, like a long snake hovering over this steep cliff, the news was passed up one by one, and it reached the ears of Chen Lao at the front, and Chen Lao had no choice but to say: "Rest in place for a quarter of an hour." ”

After saying this, even he himself breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he hasn't walked such a road, he didn't walk less when he was young, and he still carries heavy burdens, and his first money is earned like these coolies.

It's just that unlike coolies, he is very smart, and he carries his own burdens, unlike coolies who belong to others.

But now, after all, when he is older, even if he is empty-handed, he is still feeling tired. At the same time, faintly, a fear of such a path began to arise.

His physical strength was not good, and he was afraid that he would accidentally fall off the cliff.

Turning his head sideways, he looked at the ghost crying a few steps behind, with envy in his eyes.

Ghost Cry sat on the edge of the cliff, his legs hanging down naturally, and the sheath pulled out the long knife at his waist and laid it across his thighs. took out a wine bag, took a sip of it, and fed it to the horse next to him, without any fear in his eyes.

"It's good to be young. Chen Lao thought in his heart, clinging to the stone wall, trying to stay away from the cliff, sitting on the paved fur, and then took the water bladder handed over by the guard, it was not water, nor wine, at this time he didn't dare to drink, it was full of spicy soup, used to ward off the cold.

Swallowed a mouthful of soup, the fierce taste stimulated the tongue, as if a flame was burning in the body, the frozen hands and feet gradually regained consciousness, Elder Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked the guide Wang Dashan beside him: "Go on like this, will we have time to reach Wushan Village?"

"Just in time. Wang Dashan nodded and affirmed: "The road behind is not so difficult, but tomorrow ...... I'm afraid it's going to be a hassle. ”

Chen Lao has also been to Xiongwangzhai many times, so he naturally knows how difficult the road will be tomorrow, not only to walk on the dangerous plank road, but also to cross the shaky chain bridge, where the wind is usually very strong, and this year, the wind over there will only be stronger.

"I hope it won't snow tomorrow!" Chen Lao could only pray, and then asked, "What is the situation in Wushan Village now?"

"There may be no one anymore. Wang Dashan said: "Death is death, walk away, I went there in the summer, and the people in it were less than half of the original." ”

Chen Lao frowned, in a mountain village where no one is in the country, the situation is very bad. Simplicity means a relatively warm house, and there are always some monsters who like to live in it, and monsters, some have docile personalities, and some have violent personalities. There are those who are timid, and there are those who are bold. In short, youkai are likely to be a problem for them.

A quarter of an hour later, the crowd got up with great difficulty.

There is no danger of passing through this difficult section, crossing a bamboo forest, and walking along the river beach.

The road is good, but the accident happens.

A coolie fell to the ground, and then, never to get up again.

He died, from sickness, from freezing, from exhaustion, from falling, or both, but now there was no time to care about the cause of his death.

The team didn't stop, just left a few people to dispose of his body.

Fortunately, there was a bamboo forest next to it, and he quickly gathered a large pile of bamboo leaves, hurriedly cremated them, and then quickly caught up with the large army with his ashes.

The winter days were very short, but fortunately, this Wushan Village was not far away, and when it was still half an hour before dark, they arrived at Wushan Village.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and a group of guards led the way into the village and probed around.

The village is built on a hill, the roads in the village are not smooth, and many of the houses in the village have collapsed and no one has repaired them.

The best-preserved building in the village also belongs to the spiritual hall. The mourning hall has been cleared, and all the ancestral tablets have been taken away.

When the guards broke open the locked door, all they saw was a thick layer of ash on the ground. It seems that the village had been completely abandoned before this winter.

After searching around, no danger was found so far, and everyone entered the village, put down their burdens, and got busy quickly.

In the midst of the busyness, night fell quietly.

When a snowflake fell on the ground, everyone's hearts were filled with a haze.

Damn, it's snow!