Chapter 1025 The moon is in the sky, and the ghosts are under the clouds
Chen Xiaolan exhaled a breath of cold air, but shook her head and refused Meng Zifei’s kindness:
“Master, you have been in poor health these days, so don’t You're going to waste your spiritual power on me."
Between the cold mountains, the thick and fast clouds lowered the swaying treetops, and occasionally the night sky broke through and sprinkled cold starlight.
Such a phenomenon made Meng Zifei frown and hide in the shadow of the dense forest leaves.
He looked thoughtfully at the dots of stars falling on the snow. His face was as pale as paper, and there was a thick shadow under his eyes.
Meng Zifei could only stand crookedly against the winter tree, looking in very bad condition.
It was clearly snowing and freezing at the moment, but there was cold sweat oozing out of my forehead.
The wind-blown messy hair on the temples was stuck between the thin cheeks with sweat, and soon froze into ice in the cold wind.
He seemed to be in a daze for a long time before he realized what Chen Xiaolan had just said.
Meng Zifei stared at the girl in the wind and snow with his eyes slightly sideways. In this cold snowy night, a deep coldness flashed in his eyes.
Meng Zifei suddenly asked softly: "How did Xiaolan know that my teacher has been in poor health these days?"
Meng Zifei's face was hidden in the shadow of the tree, listening to Hearing his warm tone as before, Chen Xiaolan didn't notice anything strange at all.
She rolled her eyes angrily and said, "Master, I'm not blind. Your face is as pale as a ghost, and you can't even speak without breathing.
Mo When we talk about practitioners, we mean normal adult men. Who is like you?”
At that time, the wind in the mountains was blowing stronger.
Chen Xiaolan shuddered, wrapped her fur coat tighter, and rubbed her face, which was frozen by the wind and snow.
"Master, it is not a good habit to hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. I said that you are sick once a month, but I don't see any immortal doctor to see you?
If you keep doing this, you will Even if my body is made of iron, I can't resist it.
My disciple is still young. It doesn't matter if he can't make it to the Poseidon Festival in Shifang City this year. It will be the same next year.
Besides, Xiaolan’s qualifications are dull and she missed the spiritual root auction in the dark city.
With such unlucky luck, I feel like there is no hope of awakening the talisman spirit.
Master, you see the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier. Why don’t we find a cave to take shelter from the wind and snow first, and then rush to Shifang City tomorrow.
I heard that many big shots will go to this Shifang City auction. If you can meet the master of Cangwu Palace, Lin Xi, she is proficient in medical skills.
Maybe if you are lucky enough, you can ask her to take a look at your body, Master. With her ability, she will be able to cure Master's old and stubborn diseases. ”
Chen Xiaolan was chattering there for a long time, when suddenly there was a soft sound, and a pile of snow accumulated on the thick snowy branches bent down and extinguished the torch in Meng Zifei's hand.
The outline of his face, which was half light and dark, was completely swallowed up by darkness, and the howling cold wind carried a faint scent of blood.
Under the tree, the man's clothes were blown by the strong wind. He suddenly coughed quietly and walked out of the shadow.
The torch in his hand suddenly ignited without fire, and his side face looked eerily quiet.
Chen Xiaolan finally noticed something was wrong. Looking at Meng Zifei, whose temperament was completely different from before, she felt a little uneasy for some reason.
She took half a step back uncontrollably and murmured: "Master... Master? What's wrong with you?"
Meng Zifei coughed, and a ray of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.
He wiped the blood from his lips as if nothing had happened, and said with a low gaze: "Xiaolan, I have underestimated you. You have been by my side for so many years.
Today is just the first time. When I look tired in front of you, you can already tell that I have an old problem. "
"Boom!"
The flame of the torch in Meng Zifei's hand suddenly rose, and his pale face flickered in and out of the blazing flames.
The broad sleeves of the robe kept fluttering, and suddenly a sharp and sharp sound of strings came from the wind and snow, which stung Chen Xiaolan's eardrums with excruciating pain.
She screamed in pain, and before she could react, she saw that the space in front of her seemed to be distorted by several transparent and sharp marks.
The sharp and cold breath came to my face, and the desire to vomit squeezed my stomach.
Under the pain of intense discomfort, her body, which had been stretched to the limit in the wind and cold, couldn't help but soften, and she bent down suddenly with a groan.
He vomited out all the fruit and food he had eaten at night.
But this physiological reaction also saved her life.
Buzz————Boom! ! !
Chen Xiaolan was in shock. When she heard the movement behind her, she turned her eyes with a pale face.
I saw that a snow-covered boulder on the mountain road when I came seemed to be cut into pieces by countless invisible threads, and it collapsed with a roar.
Under the snowy dust, her expression began to become distorted and horrified, and she looked at Meng Zifei in disbelief: "Master, are you crazy?!"
The whole thought seemed to be frozen by this snowy night. .
Looking at her usually gentle and humble face, Chen Xiaolan could not suppress the fear in her heart.
Her limbs were stiff and her body was shaking. She couldn't understand what she had done to make Meng Zifei react like this.
The master who was willing to risk the outbreak of disease, give up the sword, and take her over the mountains and ridges to Shifang City to participate in the Poseidon Festival and help her awaken the Fuling Spirit...
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Actually want to kill her!
It was like an invisible thread dancing in the air, quickly returning to Meng Zifei's hanging fingertips.
He had an old illness but still had to forcefully use his spiritual power, which gradually revealed a look of despair on his face.
But even so, Chen Xiaolan, a mortal with no spiritual roots but shallow cultivation, had no power to fight back in front of him.
Mencius moved his fingers lightly, and the string sounds in the air turned into bursts of high-frequency buzzing sounds.
"Buzz..."
The transparent silk threads danced and entangled in the wind, suddenly tightening Chen Xiaolan's slender neck.
The crimson liquid dyed the invisible thread into a slender and sharp outline, and when the wind and snow blew, it was hung with numerous tiny bloody ice edges.
Chen Xiaolan had a crack in her neck and could no longer make a sound. She could only look at Meng Zifei with frightened and helpless eyes, full of pity.
The cold wind in the desolate snow-capped mountains in the wilderness is getting stronger again.
I don’t know what his mentality was, but Meng Zifei did not cut off the girl’s neck immediately. He staggered step by step and walked to Chen Xiaolan.
He used the torch to illuminate the fear and helplessness in her eyes more clearly.
Amidst the whistling wind and snow, a man's sigh echoed:
"I don't want to kill you, but Xiaolan, sometimes being too careful is not a good thing."< br>
After saying that, he slowly bent his hanging fingers, and the invisible filaments tightened little by little, cutting her skin sharply, leaving a pool of blood.
The hunting wind and snow were blowing loudly, as if someone was crying sadly.
Chen Xiaolan knew that there was no chance of life today, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from her eyes closed in despair.
In the corner of the clouds and moonlight that was blown away by the strong wind, the girl's tears were particularly poignant and moving.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
On the verge of death, Chen Xiaolan heard the roar and scream of the man in front of her in pain like a wounded animal. The silk thread that was tightly strangled around his neck suddenly loosened, and cold air suddenly poured into his chest.
Chen Xiaolan is like a fish that is about to die of thirst and suddenly draws a handful of clear spring.
She took a deep breath, her body collapsed to the ground, and she breathed rapidly. As she wandered on the line of death for a moment, she seemed to have tasted an unprecedented fear.
Her body was trembling with fear uncontrollably, trembling like a sieve, and her slender bones seemed to be shaken to pieces.
She didn't even care about the bleeding injury on her neck, her eyes were red, and she covered her mouth with one hand to prevent herself from breaking down and screaming.
The heart-wrenching screams didn't stop for a moment, allowing her to realize that she was not hallucinating.
Chen Xiaolan raised her head in fear and confusion, but saw an extremely terrifying scene.
As if the gods intended to punish him for the cruel act he had just committed, the clouds in the dark sky not long ago were blown thin by the strong wind.
The sparse starlight and moonlight were shining down, falling on Meng Zifei's body, but they seemed to be extremely corrosive.
He bounced and rolled on the snow, like an earthworm that had been cut in half, fighting like a trapped beast.
The posture was ferocious, the cheeks were ulcerated, and the flesh and blood were falling down in loose pieces, just like the branches were overwhelmed by the thorns and snow.
The usually gentle and handsome face suddenly became as loose as the skin drawn by a ghost and faded away.
The exposed bright red facial muscles are mixed with fat and veins and veins the size of rice grains, and the white bones under the blooming muscles can be vaguely seen.
A large amount of terrifying bright red liquid spilled out from under his cyan clothes, and Meng Zifei struggled and rolled around, screaming.
Blocks of flesh and blood shook out from his sleeves, exuding a fishy and rotten smell.
The crown of her hair has long since fallen off, and her black hair is scattered like a fallen dandelion.
When the wind blew, the scalp was lifted up ferociously, revealing the dense red and white skull.
Even if she followed Mencius all the way to catch ghosts and subjugate demons, Chen Xiaolan had never experienced such a terrifying thing.
What's more, the person whose flesh and blood was falling off in pieces at this moment was her most trusted master, Meng Zifei.
This is a nightmare!
Chen Xiaolan pinched her thigh tightly, and the severe pain prevented her from fainting from the fright of the scene in front of her.
She pursed her lips tightly, and tears burst into her eyes uncontrollably.
But fortunately, I was not frightened to the point of losing my mind completely.
She had already guessed that Mo Yue's words about 'an old illness' touched Meng Zifei's back.
Since it is an old disease, it means that things like today often happened in the past.
An ordinary person's body would be covered in ulcers, and his flesh and blood would decompose and fall into bones. He would definitely be unable to live anymore, but Meng Zifei was like a normal person on weekdays, and there was no trace of it.
Chen Xiaolan is not an ordinary person who knew nothing in the past. She also knows a lot of knowledge in cultivation.
Meng Zifei's appearance was more like being affected by some kind of...curse than a disease.
I wonder if I will ever recover from the inhuman pain tonight.
If she doesn’t leave by then, I’m afraid she won’t be as lucky as she was just now.
Chen Xiaolan kicked Meng Zifei away with her hands and feet, feeling that her life had been saved from God.
She stood up in panic and trembling, and ran away towards the road she came down the mountain.
When escaping, Chen Xiaolan didn’t know what her psychology was, but she still dared to be bold.
Looking back for the last time, I took a last look and fell into the snow, unable to struggle. My body was covered in blood, and pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere.
His originally tall figure was now half thinner, and he fell there like a skeleton.
If it hadn't been flicked twice from time to time, it would have been no different from a dead corpse.
Chen Xiaolan's heart twitched, perhaps because she was paralyzed by fear, and she couldn't describe how she felt at this moment.
She wiped away the wet tears on her cheeks and ran away in the wind and snow, leaving a series of messy footprints on the ground.
Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the sky is covered with heavy snow. Although there are stars and bright moon in the sky, the sky is still very cold.
The cold wind was flying in the night sky like countless sharp swords, swishing to cut my cheeks, and my ears were filled with the screams of the wind.
The tears pouring out of Chen Xiaolan's face could not be wiped away no matter how hard she tried. She was whimpering and despairing.
I just felt that for a moment I was really at the end of my rope.
Although the journey is far away, there are people accompanying me.
The road back to the mountain was endless, as if it was an endless nightmare that we couldn’t escape no matter what.
She couldn't understand why Meng Zifei, who had always been gentle and elegant, had such a devilish and incomprehensible side.
Chen Xiaolan's mind was confused and her vision was confused. Chen Xiaolan could not clearly see the snowy road under her feet.
Suddenly her foot fell into the air, her eyes widened in horror, and her body rolled down the mountain slope.
It wasn’t until she fell into a soft and thick meadow snow that Chen Xiaolan felt the reality of surviving.
She was lying in the snow, panting, her throat was sore, and she was wrapped in thick fox fur.
The body that was numb with cold gradually became warm under the residual heat of the fire charm in the fox fur.
The tears that had stopped burst into his eyes again in an instant.
Chen Xiaolan seemed to be greatly stimulated by the warmth.
She stood up, took off the fox fur on her body, and tore off the fire charms stuck to her clothes one by one, tearing them to pieces.
But even so, he still couldn't suppress the fear in his heart.
Go down the mountain... She must go down the mountain as soon as possible and stay away from that devil.
You must stay as far away from him as possible.
She wanted to go back to the mountain and tell the mountain god everything she saw, sister Lin Yuan, and that person.
Meng Zifei is by no means the innocent person they see on the surface. He must have had other intentions when he approached the mountain realm!
"Ouch!!!!!!!!"
A shrill wolf howl interrupted Chen Xiaolan's thoughts.
She was suddenly startled. When she raised her head, she could hear the sound of countless wild wolves scratching their claws and running in the bushes.
Chen Xiaolan's hands and feet felt cold, but in this barren mountain and wilderness, listening to the howling of wild wolves, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.
Compared to Meng Zifei, what are these wild wolves so scary?
She smiled sadly to herself.
During this journey, she knew that there was a pack of wolves lingering in the snow-capped mountains.
It's just that Meng Zifei is leading the way in front of him. He is a practitioner. Creatures with sensitive nature like wild wolves are naturally extremely wary of his aura and stay away from him.
Now, without Meng Zifei, the road down the mountain is still difficult.
But Chen Xiaolan still has the talisman she drew when she was doing her homework.
As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke these wolves, it's enough to protect yourself.
(End of this chapter)