She traveled to the fantasy world and fought monsters

After Mu Shuiqi woke up, she found herself still by the Purple Lake, with her clothes dirty and torn in many places.

The surrounding scenery is no longer the Holy Snow Mountain.

I didn’t know where to go, and I looked blankly at the hazy, beautiful yet unfamiliar scenery in front of me.

Next to her stood a magnolia tree of extraordinary beauty and unique shape. Its leaves were not green, but icy white. It looked like a fake tree carved from ice, with crystal-clear magnolia blossoms perched on its branches, an indescribable beauty that was unique and secluded from the world.

This kind of strange scenery was something she had never seen before she was 19, not even on TV.

The strange thing is that this place is freezing cold, but the purple lake water is not frozen. Just like the Purple Lake in the Holy Snow Mountain.

Her black down jacket had several holes in it, making it even more difficult to protect her from the cold. She squatted under the magnolia tree, hugging herself tightly and shivering.

It's even colder here than the Holy Snow Mountain! It's already beyond the human body's tolerance. She doesn't know how long she can hold on.

"Master of the Tomb, a woman arrived from outside the lake today," a graceful young man said softly, standing respectfully at the entrance of Youxin Palace. "She is dressed strangely, unlike ordinary people. Her aura is neither that of a monster nor that of an ordinary mortal."

The ice sculptures of animal heads in the hall are filled with incense, smoke and fragrance.

Bing You, dressed in a purple robe, sat quietly by the window drinking tea. The world outside the window was full of ice and snow, and at the far end was a lake shrouded in purple mist.

Hearing the slight hesitation in Yi Yao's voice, Bingyou's jade hand gently held the emerald jade teacup, which stopped in mid-air.

He gazed intently out the window, his clear, deep purple eyes emitting a faint light. The fog over Zishang Lake instantly dissipated.

There was a woman squatting under the magnolia tree by the Zishang Lake, rubbing her hands and breathing out, her tears forming into icicles on her cheeks.

She was dirty and had messy hair, like a homeless child, especially her pitiful appearance as she couldn't stand the cold and seemed very desperate.

Bingyou's eyelids opened and closed slightly, and she slowly withdrew her gaze.

Yi Yao realized that the woman who had come today might not be an ordinary spirit, so he didn't dare to act on his own. He didn't know whether to let her into the Ice Tomb or to drive her away at will, so he came to ask the tomb owner for instructions.

"Who are you?" Although I didn't hear any footsteps, the voice of someone talking rang in my ears.

Mu Shuiqi, who was almost frozen silly, looked up and saw a man with an ethereal aura standing in front of her, looking down at her with blood on her face with indifference.

The clothes these two people wear are different from those in the real world, they look more like ancient people.

The man's long, snow-white hair cascaded down like the snow on the top of a holy snow mountain, stained with a hint of blue from the glacier.

His embroidered purple robe exuded an air of nobility, and a white jade belt cinched around his waist shone with a cold, eerie glow. His eyes, like a lake of purple, shone with a piercing coldness within their depths.

He was so handsome, so beautiful it was unbelievable. At first glance, she thought she was seeing the hero in a traditional Chinese comic. Describing a woman's skin as white as cream and her figure as slender as jade wasn't enough to describe him.

Behind the man was a young man wearing a green robe, who was also very handsome.

Mu Shuiqi felt that as the two people approached her, the air around her became even colder.

Bing You asked again: "Who are you? What is your purpose here?"

His voice was low, yet powerful, soft and deep, yet with a sense of distance that kept people at a distance.

Mu Shuiqi stretched out her right index finger and wiped her nose. The snot that flowed out had already frozen into ice! If she hadn't been so cold, she would have had a nosebleed when she saw such a handsome guy.

"I don't know... I don't know anything." Her mind was not functioning properly.

Bingyou's eyes remained indifferent: "Don't you even know who you are?"

Mu Shuiqi looked up at his handsome, cold face pitifully and said, "It's so cold, I feel like I'm going to die. Help me! Help me!"

"Master of the Tomb, could this woman be... a spy?" Yi Yao asked in a low voice.

Bing You remained silent, his unfathomable gaze fixed on Mu Shuiqi.

"It's so cold... I'm almost freezing to death... Please save me!" Mu Shuiqi struggled to move over and grab the corner of Bingyou's clothes. She could no longer bear the cold here, her whole body was purple and numb from the cold.

Yi Yao chuckled and said, "Only the dead come to the Ice Tomb. Your presence here means you're already dead. What's the point of us saving you?"