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 you should not waste your spiritual energy 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.
This 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 cold sweat was oozing out from his forehead.
The wind-blown hair on the temples was stuck to 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 the teacher has been in poor health these days?"
Meng Zifei's face was hidden in the shadow of the tree. Listening to his warm tone, Chen Xiaolan didn't notice anything strange.
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.
Not to mention practitioners, just 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 that was frozen by the wind and snow.
"Master, it is not a good habit to hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. You said that you get sick once a month, but you don't see any immortal doctor to look at it?
If this continues, even an iron-clad body will not be able to resist it.
My disciple is still young now. It doesn’t matter if he can’t catch up with 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 cold wind carried the faint fragrance of blood.
Under the tree, the man's clothes were blown by the strong wind. He suddenly coughed quietly and walked out of the shadows.
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 wisp 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 that I show my fatigue in front of you, but you have already seen that I have a long-standing illness, which is really amazing. "
"boom!
"
The flame of the torch in Meng Zifei's hand suddenly rose sharply, and his pale face flickered in and out of the blazing flames.
The broad sleeves of the robe kept fluttering, and suddenly there was a rapid and sharp sound of strings in 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 him, and the desire to vomit squeezed his 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 suddenly bent down 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, and 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 have been cut into pieces by countless invisible threads, and it collapsed with a roar.
Under the snow dust, her expression began to twist and panic, and she looked at Meng Zifei in disbelief: "Master, are you crazy?!"
The whole thought seemed to be frozen and solidified by this windy and 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...
Actually want to kill her!
It was like an invisible thread dancing in the air, quickly returning to Meng Zifei's hanging fingertips.
An old illness broke out but he still had to forcefully use his spiritual power, which gradually revealed a look of death on his face.
But even so, Chen Xiaolan, a mortal with no spiritual roots but a shallow cultivation, was powerless to fight back in front of him.
Meng Zifei 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 suffered from 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 begging for mercy.
The cold wind in the desolate snow-capped mountains in the wilderness has become 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 howling 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."
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 blown away by the strong wind, the girl's tears were particularly poignant and moving.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
"
On the verge of death, Chen Xiaolan heard the roar and screams 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 poured into his chest.
Chen Xiaolan was like a fish that was about to die of thirst and suddenly drew a handful of clear springs.
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, 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, only to see an extremely terrifying scene.
As if the gods were intending to punish him for the cruel act he had just committed, the clouds in the dark sky not long ago were thinned 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 off at the waist, 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 flabby like the skin drawn by a ghost that faded away.
The exposed bright red facial muscles are mixed with fat and veins the size of rice grains, and the white bones under the exposed muscles can be vaguely seen.
A large amount of terrifying bright red liquid spilled out from under his blue clothes, and Meng Zifei struggled and rolled around, screaming.
Pieces 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.
What 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 out of her eyes uncontrollably.
But fortunately, I was not scared 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 seemed more like he was suffering from some kind of...curse than a disease.
There is no guarantee that after tonight's inhuman torture, he will return to his former self.
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 had taken when she came down the mountain.
When escaping, Chen Xiaolan didn't know what kind of psychology she had, but she dared to be so bold.
I looked back for the last time and took a final look. He was lying in the snow, unable to struggle. He was covered in blood and his flesh was 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 what she was feeling at this moment.
She wiped away the wet tears on her cheeks with all her strength, and escaped from here in the wind and snow, leaving a series of messy footprints on the ground.
Cangshan 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 like countless sharp swords flying in the night sky, swishing and cutting 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. She was sobbing and despairing.
I just felt that for a moment I was really at the end of my rope.
Although the journey was far, there was someone accompanying me.
The long road back to the mountain seemed like an endless nightmare from which we could not escape.
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 lay in the snow, panting, her throat was sore, and she was wrapped in thick fox fur.
His body, which was numb with cold, gradually became warm under the residual warmth of the fire talisman 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 demon.
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 was by no means the innocent person they saw on the surface. He must have had other intentions when he approached the mountain realm!
"Ouch!
"
A shrill howl of a wolf 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 were cold, but in this barren mountain and wilderness, listening to the howls of wild wolves, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.
Compared to Meng Zifei, what are these wild wolves to be afraid of?
She smiled sadly to herself.
Along the way, 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 actively provoke these wolves, it's enough to protect yourself.
