38 degrees snow

It was a small mountain village hidden among thousands of mountains. Even in autumn, the woods were lush.

Because it had just rained and the road was slippery, their car stopped at the entrance of the village. Cheng Hanzhou and Yan Zhen barely drove the car into the village after laying hay for a long time along the way. Jiang Lang, as a half-dead ghost, faced this situation In such a situation, he could only rest in the car with peace of mind.

"Don't run around when it's dark. Although you are a general in Zhenbei, you are still inexperienced. If you meet a ruthless character, you will suffer." Cheng Hanzhou glanced at the translucent Jiang Lang on the co-pilot who was looking around, very serious reminded.

Jiang Lang didn't say a word, he looked around because he had a very uncomfortable feeling, he had a splitting headache, and he always felt chilly on his back, so he turned his head to look at Yan Zhen.

"Brother Zhen, do you feel cold?"

Yan Zhen looked at Jiang Langli's third-tier and outer-tier outfits, then looked at his jacket, and shook his head.

"What about you?" Jiang Lang turned his gaze to Cheng Hanzhou again.

Cheng Hanzhou glanced at his black shirt, then at Jiang Lang who was wrapped into a ball, and without any explanation, he took off Jiang Lang's coat and pressed it on his bare wrist.

Why are his hands so cold.

It stands to reason that it is normal for ghosts to have cold wrists, but as a half-human, half-ghost ghost, Jiang Lang's body temperature should not be much different from that of a normal human being. There shouldn't be such a cold temperature. On him?

Before Cheng Hanzhou came back to his senses, Jiang Lang's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he saw that those eyes were staring straight at the dagger in Cheng Hanzhou's hand, and suddenly there was a bloody red light.

"Giggle-"

The sound of a smile that was not a smile came from his mouth to the ears of the two people in the car, and Cheng Hanzhou got goosebumps. He grabbed Jiang Lang's neck and muttered something.

Sure enough, something is attached!

Cheng Hanzhou's heart shuddered, and he muttered something.

"The heaven and the earth are above, the sun and the moon are below, and the universe is the evidence. Use the three feet of chaos to kill the soul of the world, break it!!!"

As soon as the sonorous and forceful broken characters came out, he obviously felt that he had pinched a desperately struggling soul, unable to get out or hide in, just struggling in Jiang Lang's body, seeing that Jiang Lang's energy was about to be pinched by himself Broken, he hesitated for a moment, let go, and the struggling soul immediately ran out.

Damn it!It will be run away by it!

Cheng Hanzhou was extremely annoyed, and he blamed Jiang Lang. If he wasn't a soul with the characteristics of a living person, he would have had enough time to seal that soul. had to let go.

Jiang Lang looked blankly at Cheng Hanzhou who was beating his chest and feet, and asked, "Black Crow, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Hanzhou ignored his new nickname, stared straight at a dignified but dilapidated house outside the car, and said: "There are ghosts and 魑 who have already come out, even a half-ghost like you can do it." It can be attached, it seems that the mana is not small, it seems that we are going to act tonight—”

Pointing to the dilapidated house, he turned to Yan Zhen and said, "Yan Zhen, tidy up and take the important things. We'll live there tonight."

"Where are you going to live? Are you right?" Jiang Lang looked at Cheng Hanzhou, who was in danger, in shock, and then glanced at the old house that could be called a dilapidated wall, his heart pounding. , he really wants to sleep in this car for one night.

But under the coercion of these two senior ghost guards, Jiang Lang still followed them and tremblingly entered the house.

The cobwebs that have been formed for many years are swaying in the wind, like this dilapidated house, which is crumbling.Weeds grew all over the yard and led into the room. They turned on the flashlight and walked into the room carefully, only to find that the stove was clean.

With a "creak", the door of the inner room suddenly opened, Jiang Lang screamed "Ah" in fright, and hid in the middle of Cheng Hanzhou and Yan Zhen.

An octogenarian old man walked out of the room, leaning on a cane tremblingly and looking at the three people - there should be two people, after all, Jiang Lang didn't realize that as a ghost, most people can't see him of.

"What are you doing?" The old man's hoarse and old voice sounded in the empty room, which was particularly creepy.

Cheng Hanzhou was dumbfounded at the time. Before he entered this house, he clearly opened his yin and yang eyes. He didn't find any yang energy. Instead, it was a place with a lot of yin energy and easy to attract ghosts. Why did a big event appear at this time? people?

Jiang Lang looked at the old man's eyes between Cheng Hanzhou and Yan Zhen, only to realize that he seemed to be unable to see himself, so he pulled Cheng Hanzhou's shirt and asked in a low voice, "Is he a human or a ghost?"

"There is yang energy in his body, he is a human being." Cheng Hanzhou blinked his eyes, and said with the dark cavity unique to ghost messengers for communicating with ghosts.

The two big men looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Seeing that the old man was about to pick up the crutches to chase him away, Yan Zhen stepped forward, held the old man's hand, and said tearfully: "Master, to tell you the truth, we are here I visited this village, but I got separated from my teammates, I have no one to rely on and have nothing to eat, so I just want to stay here for one night, I don’t intend to disturb you, please don’t be offended!”

The old man was also startled by Yan Zhen's weeping appearance, he nodded helplessly, pointed with his crutch, and said, "Go to that room."

Cheng Hanzhou looked in the direction of his crutches, and saw that it was a small room that was regarded as a guest room, so he nodded and smiled at the old man: "Thank you. Then I will bother you."

After that, he picked up his luggage and walked into the room.

The room was small, and there was a smell of dust in the cramped space, which made people's nose hurt. Cheng Hanzhou patted the dust on the bed, and resignedly took out the sleeping bag.

"Come closer to the two of us." Cheng Hanzhou glanced at Jiang Lang who automatically rolled to the corner, smiled playfully, and stretched out his hand to pull his sleeping bag over.He muttered in a low voice: "I hope that old man won't do anything in the middle of the night."

"An old man, what can he do? You think too much, go to sleep." Jiang Lang tucked into his sleeping bag in a daze, his drowsiness made him feel like he was still a living human being.

As a senior ghost messenger, Cheng Hanzhou could see that this old man was unusual just by meeting him. He glanced at the dazed Jiang Lang and didn't say a word, thinking about the strange phenomenon he felt just now.

He is such a person, as quiet as a virgin and as moving as a rabbit.He often has a dull face, but in front of others, he often has an unreliable virtue of treating various difficult and miscellaneous diseases.Maybe it's because I've been a ghost for a long time, I'm used to seeing life and death, and my heart has become more and more realistic.

But remembering that when he saw the old man outside just now, he suddenly frowned. He was clearly a man with yang energy, why did he look so gloomy and full of ghost energy.This house is also full of ghosts, and the huge house has a gloomy feeling.

Midnight

Cheng Hanzhou sat up vigilantly, looked back at Jiang Lang and Yan Zhen, and they both woke up as expected.Moisturized by the yin energy in the middle of the night, Jiang Lang became extraordinarily energetic. He looked around, turned around and said to Cheng Hanzhou, "Did you see it?"

The two nodded at the same time, and the moment the twelve o'clock struck, the three of them felt at the same time that the temperature in the room dropped by more than one degree.One black figure after another flickered in the dark night.

"What the hell is this!" Jiang Lang wasn't shivering from fright, but his teeth were chattering from the cold.

Seeing this situation, Cheng Hanzhou couldn't help but smile coldly. He drew out a dagger and drew a symbol in the air, and there was a flash of white light. Only then did Jiang Lang realize, what a guy!The whole room was full of ghosts standing with their heads bowed and their hands down. They were dressed in white and swayed in the wind. Even Jiang Lang could not help shivering when he saw this scene.

"What are you afraid of? You are no longer an ordinary person, and they can't do anything to you." Cheng Hanzhou crawled out of the sleeping bag, and put the horizontal knife in front of Jiang Lang.

"You remember, if there is a ghost near you, you should close your eyes. God will bless you."

Jiang Lang nodded, trying to concentrate his attention. He stared at the group of demons dancing inside and outside the door. He always felt a strong but not reckless aura rising in his body. Tighten your fist.

No matter what, since he has become General Zhenbei, he has to take responsibility. Jiang Lang closed his eyes, clenched his fists and shouted, jumped up from the bed and rushed out.

"Kill ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Lang successfully flew into the air and fell to the ground.

The corner of Yan Zhen's mouth twitched for two seconds, and helped him up helplessly: "You treat yourself like an arrow, and you go out with a whoosh, did you fall?"

Jiang Lang waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and when he turned around, he saw Cheng Hanzhou looking at him with a half-smile, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

"Jiang Lang, what are you doing?"

"I, my that - I saw a ghost there just now, and I wanted to catch him, no, it's okay, I was fooled." Jiang Lang rubbed his sore knee and replied awkwardly.He really hated Cheng Hanzhou's contemptuous look, but due to the cruel reality, his appearance was a bit embarrassing, so he swallowed his anger.

Cheng Hanzhou thought for a while, then passed a piece of paper to Jiang Lang, gestured twice, and said: "The face is broken, wipe it off. Also, what you see now is the mirror image of the ghosts outside. They were captured by this The door is blocked and we can't get in, and we can't get out."

"Can't get out?" Jiang Lang asked in surprise.

"Well, we can't get out. There is a barrier separating us from the outside world. If my guess is correct, it should be the old man who did it."

"Then why did he lock us up here?" Jiang Lang asked hastily as many legends of ghosts killing people appeared in his mind.

Seeing Cheng Hanzhou winking, Yan Zhen jumped out of bed, drew a few talismans on the ground, turned around and said to Jiang Lang: "I don't know yet, but these a few talismans can let us see what's going on outside, wait a minute Bar."

The scene outside the window was reflected on the ground, and Jiang Lang shrank back involuntarily, hiding behind Cheng Hanzhou—in the hall, hundreds of puppets in white clothes opened their eyes wide and flew around in the air in the same posture Go, with an exaggerated and weird smile on his pale face, he stretched his arms forward and let out a shrill laugh.There was a strong wind outside, and I don’t know how many souls of babies were crying on the ground. Every one of them was incomplete. They all looked like they were missing arms and legs. It was like someone had their skulls removed. The small heads were flat and sunken, leaking from the neck bleeding.Neck - Why is there a red line on their neck?

Only then did Jiang Lang see clearly that all the children's necks had been cut and sewn up, and blood was still oozing out! ! !

How could this be, were all these children killed?No wonder it's so cloudy here!Cheng Hanzhou clenched the knife in his hand.He opened his mouth word by word.

"This house is really not quite right."

Seeing Cheng Hanzhou squinting his eyes coldly, Jiang Lang also became serious. The movie-like scene in front of him did not make him feel scared, but a little angry. What happened? How could there be so many dead babies?

The outer barrier tore a hole out of thin air, and it got bigger and bigger!

"Brother Cheng, come and give me a hand!" Yan Zhen lit a samadhi real fire in the air, and the air seemed to be distorted in an instant, making Jiang Lang feel dizzy and vomit again and again.Cheng Hanzhou threw away the talisman, turned around and shouted at Jiang Lang.

"Jiang Lang! Close your eyes! Hold on and don't throw up!"

Jiang Lang's body's sense of repulsion had reached the extreme, and the dizziness turned into severe pain burning in his chest. He curled up in pain, and his eyes couldn't help but want to stare.A fishy-sweet taste filled his throat, and dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.Jiang Lang's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he looked at the two people who had been distorted.

You... are you trying to kill me?

"Close your eyes!"

Beads of sweat ooze from Cheng Hanzhou's anxious forehead. He doesn't want the boy to suffer so much, but the disaster is imminent, and he has to do something to stimulate the soul and abilities of General Zhenbei.For this, the child can only suffer a little bit.

"Hold on, Xiao Lang!" Yan Zhen was also a little panicked, the real fire of samadhi was getting hotter and hotter, and he could clearly feel that Jiang Lang's aura was getting weaker and weaker.

Encouraging voices from two people kept ringing in his ears. Jiang Lang closed his eyes forcefully, focusing his will on the center of his brows. A generous force slowly gathered in his body, and the pain eased. Jiang Lang saw—— The soldiers of Wanyin rushed to the enemy's line with shouts, thousands of troops and horses galloped, the sky was full of fire and burned for thousands of miles, and the waves of the Yellow River were rolling for thousands of miles.

He saw, on top of his head, around, and under his feet, countless screaming and struggling withered creatures stretched out their pale hands to him, their mouths opened wide but they could only let out low-pitched roars.

He saw corpses strewn all over the field, thousands of screaming babies were thrown into the sea of ​​fire, and countless bleeding babies were still crying and curled up on the ground. Here, struggling hard to escape the endless pain.

He saw under the bright red sunset, many white-clothed wizards were dancing in a circle with the corpse of a baby in their hands, the bonfire in the middle was hissing, tens of thousands of crows covered the scarlet sky, under the blackness , playing the inhumane sacrificial song.

He saw that in the room in front of him, Cheng Hanzhou and Yan Zhen used all their strength to block the opening of the barrier, standing in front of him to protect their weak self.

Jiang Lang... stand up...you are a man, stand up, what is the skill of hiding behind the barrier, don't let others risk their lives to protect a waste.

Jiang Lang's eyes were closed tightly, and the strength in his heart drove him forward, splitting the barrier with a knife, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves filled the room, and countless ghosts surrounded them screaming and tearing the air , Cheng Hanzhou raised his hand to pierce the heart of a ghost, pocketed it, and the next one pounced on him.Yan Zhen frantically drew lines of talisman papers, probably with little effect.

Only Jiang Lang stood upright in the middle.

Suddenly he raised the knife in his hand, flipped it over, and stabbed straight in the middle.Li Gui's claws stabbed from behind him, and he bent down to avoid it. Jiang Lang rolled on the ground with his waist down, and cut off Li Gui's legs with one knife.Another carp stood upright, punched three times and kicked away the miscellaneous things around him, raised the knife and slashed violently no matter what!The bloody smell around him was getting stronger and stronger, and those ghosts stretched out their claws wildly, drawing bloody scars on his body.Jiang Lang threw away the knife, grabbed a ghost, and threw it out to sweep away a bunch of monsters that rushed up. The wound was constantly oozing blood. He seemed to feel no pain. At this moment, there was a burning mass in his heart. Fiery flames.

He lowered his head, and a voice in his heart pointed out in a low voice: Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Gen, Xun, Dui!

Jiang Lang listened carefully to the voice in his heart, and stabbed in these eight directions.

The ferocious ghost shattered, exuding a stench.Scattered in the air.

"Hehehehehehe."

The continuous sneer slowly drifted away, Jiang Lang raised the knife with all his strength and slashed at the white-clothed wizard who was commanding the "thousands of troops" with a sneer in mid-air.

The wizard backed away with a sneer, dissipated, and the skulls of countless babies showed traces in his white robe.He laughed, carried the child's body, and walked away.

Its daybreak.

Cheng Hanzhou and Yan Zhen stared dumbfounded at the young man who had just resisted thousands of troops by himself, and then looked at this piece of fresh air, as if it had been a lifetime.

Jiang Lang didn't expect that he would have such a great ability. Looking at the light blue sky, he fell to the ground after being dizzy.

The morning comfort in the village was broken, and suddenly there was a scream.

"Dead!!!!!!"