Snow, not heavy snow.

A grain is the size of a grain of rice. Compared to the rain, it was very gentle, and it fell on the hat, and then melted away.

The ground is only a shallow layer, and the branches are like a layer of frost. The morning dew condensed and solidified on the branches, shining in the sun.

Devil Cry's feet pulled out of the soft dirt, and then took a step forward, stepping on the soft layer of snow and stepping it into the dirt.

The road is not as smooth as it seems. It is a layer of soil, and it is strong when stepped on. However, when it rains, the solid soil becomes soft, and after soaking in the rain for a long time, it becomes mud.

It's snow, not rain.

However, as time passed, it gradually approached noon. The snow on the ground also began to melt little by little, making the mud on the ground soft and lingering.

Passing through a forest, farmland appears ahead.

As he approached, the Oni's crying expression became solemn.

The fields are littered with yellow weeds, and it looks like they are untended.

At the end of the field, there is a village. It is small in scale, but it also has a high wooden wall. This is a combination of logs nailed to the ground. It's not as strong as the city walls, but it still has some defensive capabilities.

At the gate of the village entrance, there is also a small attic above the gate.

Two wooden gates, one fell to the ground, covered with shallow snow, and the other was half-drooping, in danger of falling down at any moment.

Walk through the fields to the village.

As Devil Cry and Cai Wei arrived, dark shadows flashed, avoiding their gaze.

Cai Wei flipped off the horse, and when she got behind the ghost cry, she stepped on the footprints left by the ghost cry, her eyes rolled slightly, and she looked around vigilantly.

There are many grass huts around, and the straw on the roof is a little scattered, and it is blown all over the ground by the wind. There were also a few houses that had collapsed, and no one cared about them, allowing them to collapse there.

The wind blew through several broken windows, whining, as if someone was whimpering and crying.

Cai Wei shrunk her neck and buried her little face in the soft fur of the wolf skin.

"Big brother ghost, something feels wrong!"

"It's wrong, but it's normal. The ghost cried and shook off the snowflakes on his body, observing the surroundings: "There is always something abnormal in the abandoned village. ”

With that, the two came to a house and stopped.

The courtyard was walled with blue bricks, but the door was broken, and no matter how high the wall was, it would have no effect.

"Let's go in and have a look. The ghost cried, rang the bell, and walked inside.

Cai Wei followed behind Ghost Cry, and then saw that Ghost Cry, who had just passed through the gate, suddenly drew a knife.

With a "ding" sound, sparks burst out of thin air.

The steel nail-like blow arrow was coated with poison and was extremely insidious, and was cut off by Ghost Cry.

"Ready. The ghost cried, took a step forward, walked into the courtyard, and the door of the hall opposite slammed open, and a mountain spirit as strong as a bear spewed white smoke from its nostrils, dragging a mace and rushing out. Obviously, this is a mountain spirit king.

Behind him, a large group of mountain spirits with various weapons howled and rushed out together.

The village, which was originally dead and silent, suddenly became lively.

Cai Wei threw out a throwing knife, and the flying knife shot straight at the face of the Mountain Spirit King, and the Mountain Spirit King raised his strong arm, and the flying knife hit his arm and stabbed into the flesh.

But at the same time, his thick arms blocked his vision.

Ghost Cry lowered his body, took a light step, and ran up as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

When the Mountain Spirit King lowered his arm, he happened to stab him.

A knife pierced the throat, and the mountain spirit king's eyes widened.

In the jingle bell, evil thoughts are like a tiger that has escaped the gate, surging towards it.

A group of mountain spirits screamed in fright, turned around and ran.

The Mountain Spirit King was also wrapped in fear, and watched the ghost cry and retreat with ease.

The strong force was quickly withdrawn from the body.

The Mountain Spirit King threw down the mace in his hand, covered his throat hard, and fell to his knees tremblingly.

With his physique, such an injury would not be like this, but in fear, he felt that such an injury was about to take his life, so he felt weak.

One thing, he guessed right.

The demonic energy wrapped around the wound exploded, and with a "bang", a cloud of blood mist exploded on the neck.

The wound was torn, and the Mountain Spirit King's neck tilted to the side. This time, it's really fatal.

The huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

A shallow layer of snow on the ground was blown away by the wind that blew from his fall, revealing the bluestone floor below.

Instead of looking at the fallen Mountain Spirit King, Devil Cry looked inside through the door of the hall.

Then, with a sigh, "Let's go, find another place." ”

The hall was littered with bones, pieces of meat, and feces, and the rest of the room was probably not much better. A good house, made by this group of mountain spirits.

The two found a tiled house, which was much more modest than the one, but it was not ruined.

Everything that can be removed from the house has been moved, and looking at the traces left, it is likely that the owner himself moved it, and Ghost Cry can even imagine that the owner here moved one item after another out of the door, put it on the car, formed a high stack, and finally tied it with a rope, and left his hometown with other villagers.

As for the reason, do you still need to think about it, it must be the war a year ago.

However, the difference is that there are villagers in other villages who have returned, but in this village, no one from the whole village has returned. It is estimated that nine times out of ten it has already been killed!

I found some firewood, fetched water from the well, boiled it, heated some dry food, ate it in a hurry, rested for a while, and went on the road again.

The road is getting rougher and rougher.

At some point, a mountain appeared in front of me.

"There should be the White Dragon Valley ahead, and after the White Dragon Valley, you will reach Bashu. ”

"yes, that's great!" Cai Wei was originally a little sluggish, but when she heard this, she was a little excited.

The problem is, White Dragon Valley is not having a good time!

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs a dead horse, and just after noon, the ghost cries and they see the mountain in front of them.

It wasn't until the evening that I came to the outside of the county at the foot of the mountain.

They did not enter the city, but entered an inn outside the county seat. explained the origin, and showed the road guide, and then stayed.

The inn is large and in front of it is the lobby, where the guests are entertained. Behind is a yard where a lot of goods are parked. There are very few people who live in this inn, like Devil May Cry Caiwei, and most of them are merchants or darts.

I stayed here for one night, and the next day, because the long knife was inconvenient to carry, the ghost cry left the knife, brought a short knife, and then went into the county seat alone to find out the news.