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The dragon walked out of the cave and saw a world of ice and snow outside.

The cold wind was howling at night, and Long heard many wailing sounds while standing outside the cave.

The dragon turned his head towards the location where the wailing sound came from, and he seemed to have discovered something.

The dragon leaped up from the ground and landed on an ancient tree next to a low cliff.

The forest is dense and the branches are crisscrossed, but only here is the view relatively wide.

Flames flickered at the foot of the mountain, gathering from all directions and spreading into a long fire dragon.

"It's him, the Jiang family's bastard, the evil ghost that crawled out of hell!"

"His father died in the Dragon Temple. Such a bad thing has not been heard of in hundreds of years. It must be the evil ghost he invited."

"He is the one who caused the snow. It froze our crops. We have no food left. We have no food left. We can't survive this day!"

"You have to compensate us for the food!"

"My child, he is still so young, he hasn't even called me mother yet..."

"You devil, give me back my child, and burn him! Burn him!"

The shouting and cursing became more and more intense, as if all the resentment was directed at one person.

In the endless resentment, it seemed that someone was running in a fire dragon.

She shouted: "No, no! He is not a ghost! He is my child..."

"Brother Kai, let Brother Kai go, don't take him away..."

"My child, he is still so young, he has never done anything bad, it's all my fault, come at me, come at me..."

"I beg you, please let him go, he is still a child..."

"It's not his fault, I beg you to let him go..."

"Brother Kai..."

At times, groups are stubborn and united, they act in unison and seem to have the strongest possible bond.

They tacitly ignored the woman's voice. They covered their ears, seeing only what they saw and hearing only what they heard.

They walked to the Dragon Temple. They had never seen so many people on the mountain.

They stood scattered on high places, holding torches, in silence, glaring at the young man kneeling in front of the Dragon Temple.

To the arhats in the temple and to the judge in the court.

Apart from anger and resentment, there is no third emotion found in them.

Too many, too many people have died, and their emotions are on the verge of collapse.

They lost too much this winter. The elderly in the family froze to death in their beds, there was no food, the cold wind blew away the doors, windows and thatch on the roof, and even firewood became scarce.

A cold can easily take the life of a young child, and people become restless due to hunger and cold.

They clamored for blood debt with blood and they targeted the "evil ghosts" in the village.

People's emotions are so full that they are overflowing, so they urgently need an outlet.

It seemed that as long as they found an exit, they could survive this long, cold winter.

Burn him, burn him!

The dragon heard countless noisy voices.

The dragon stood on a high place, seemingly watching a choreographed farce.

The horns on his head flashed with tiny lights, and the light spots seemed to have life, dancing and disappearing into the long black hair.

They chased and played in the hair, innocent and carefree, unaware of pain.

The dragon turned its head and leaped down, using the force of the forest to leap through the woods, rising and falling like a mountain spirit or ghost.

He did not intervene in the farce in front of the Dragon Temple, but went straight down the mountain.

Bai Die found him.

Long is going to meet him.

It started snowing again, and everything around was white. The mountains, forests, huts, and fields seemed to have become dark silhouettes against the white curtain.

The village was pitch black, and the skeletons of frozen people lay on the roadside, their skin black due to the low temperature.

The place the dragon was going to was very conspicuous. It was the only place with light in the dead silent village.