If nothing else, there will be an accident.
When the dagger of the servant of the city lord's palace was only an inch away from the crying child's heart, it would be difficult to penetrate even the slightest bit.
The dagger seemed to be frozen in the wind and snow, fixed in the air.
The servant suddenly looked around at the vast white surroundings and shouted angrily:
"who is it?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The only answer to him was the whining cold wind and the whimpering sounds of children.
The heavy snow fell in the vast sky, like a snow knife, piercing into his body.
There was no trace of blood flowing out, and the hot blood in his body had condensed into frost.
"Bang!" He fell to his knees and slowly exhaled his last breath.
It was extremely cold and covered in a strong smell of blood.
A little hoarfrost gradually appeared on his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he was no longer breathing.
The child still didn't know what happened, holding the storage bag containing the spiritual stones, still crying and explaining that his grandfather was not a bad person.
In the wind and snow, two figures slowly approached, one was wearing a jet black robe, and the other was wearing a dark gray robe.
"Your grandpa is not a bad person." Zhao Wujiang said with a faint smile. Like a gust of wind, he came to the child and rubbed the child's little head.
Lin Yu followed Zhao Wujiang and now stood beside the servant who was motionless and as stiff as an ice sculpture.
"Let's go back to the village first. Do you remember the way back to the village?" Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly, holding the child's cold little hand in his big hand to transfer heat to him.
"Well..." The child sobbed and wiped his face with his sleeve to wipe away the tears and snot.
Zhao Wujiang picked up the child and said with a smile:
"Don't point me in the wrong direction..."
He wanted to go to the village to see the real disaster relief situation in the village.
When he came to Dabaicheng, the words of the city gate defender seemed reasonable, but he still felt that something was wrong.
However, the old man lying in a pool of blood before and the hard-to-find remarks made by the manager of the City Lord's Mansion only made him more suspicious.
The old man was already dead at that time, so he did not choose to alert the snake, but observed secretly.
Sure enough, the children would not be safely returned to the village, but would be killed.
He probably knew the outcome of the matter, but he still wanted to see it clearly.
Zhao Wujiang stepped on the wind and snow, hugged the child, and walked towards the village.
After he left, the stiff body of the servant of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly fell to the ground. With a bang, a crisp sound resounded on the snow, and the servant's body shattered into countless small blood-red ice shards.
Along the way, Zhao Wujiang and Lin Yu avoided the detection of many monks.
Judging from the attire and accessories of these monks, they should be monks from Baifu County.
Not surprisingly, the purpose is to prevent outside monks from "coveting" the affected people.
Half an hour later, Zhao Wujiang arrived at the children's village.
This village is called Dongniu Village.
Zhao Wujiang stood in the vast snow. If he hadn't had excellent eyesight and a good level of cultivation with the blessing of vision similar to clairvoyance, he might have thought that he was coming to a lifeless wilderness.
The houses in Dongniu Village have long been buried by heavy snow, and only some earthy brown doors and windows can be seen vaguely.
The three of them walked through the snow, and the crunching sound of the snow was very clear in the world.
The child trotted, turning here and there, around the igloos, and came to a cave.
Zhao Wujiang judged from the blurry snow scene in front of the cave that this cave should be a cave dwelling.
He and Lin Yu followed.
In front of the cave, there was a door curtain made of thick quilts. The child got in directly. He and Lin Yu opened a corner of the door curtain, bent down and stepped into the cave.
Lin Yu had already mobilized his cultivation to block the cold wind outside.
The inside of the cave is much warmer than the outside, but it's still cold.
Zhao Wujiang saw a group of men and women sitting around the fire.
The firelight reflected on their numb faces, but failed to shine into their eyes.
Their eyes were so lifeless, as if they had lost hope of life.
It was eerie quiet, no one spoke, there were only children crying and telling stories about their grandfather, and the crackling sound of firewood burning.
