Grandpa is such a bird

When he saw this thing, his scalp felt numb: "It's this old ghost again." He also picked up two or three dead poisonous scorpions from the snow, looked at them, and said, "This thing can Do you want to eat? We haven't eaten for a day."

"Taste it, I saw that the old man's food is very delicious." Lingjiang said lightly, threw the scorpion to Yin Chenglan, and walked behind him: "The snow surface is too deep, and everything that happened will be buried. You use your internal strength to get rid of it." Shake the snow away and try."

Yin Chenglan has eaten six kinds of natural treasures, and his inner strength is strong, anyway, it is not for nothing.

Lian pressed the song and said: "Yes, after the shock is gone, maybe I can catch a nest." The chief manager was probably hungry, so he was eager to try.

Yin Chenglan glanced at him coolly, then turned to look at Lingjiang, saw that his expression was calm, as if he had expected something, so he said, "Okay, if you can eat it, I will deep fry it for you."

As he spoke, he raised his palm and waved his palm, but the movement did not use any force. A gust of wind had already blown on the snow. In an instant, snow foam more than three feet high was blown up on the snow surface, and the broken snow was blown up in the wind. The shaking snowflakes calmed down, and a long hole was cracked in the snow almost reaching the waist, exposing the buried road below.

Through the pale snow light, they saw the intricate bloodstains and balls of black and rotten things on the ground.

Lian Ge jumped into the snow, touched those soft things with his heavy boots, and suddenly two scorpions came out from inside. These scorpions were not red, but extremely dark black with a bulging belly. Subconsciously stomping on it, the scorpion's shell cracked open, and a pool of blood gushed out, slowly seeping into the snow.

He was stunned for a moment: "They seem to be eating this thing... what is this!" He screamed all of a sudden, jumped behind Yin Chenglan in an instant, rubbed his boots into the snow hard, and shouted stammeringly: " Meat, these scorpions are eating meat, is this meat those corpses!"

Lingjiang and Yin Chenglan didn't speak, obviously they had expected it.

Lian rubbed his feet according to the song, remembering that he was about to eat a scorpion just now, he couldn't help but bent over and vomited out. He had no food in his stomach, and he didn't vomit anything. He just felt nauseous subconsciously, and said weakly: "The poison that the old man raised Scorpions are actually cannibals."

Looking at the white and crystal-clear snow surface, I don't know how many corpses are still there, even standing in front of the sharp cone house according to the song, I don't want to step into the snow.

"I'll go and have a look." Ling Jiang walked into the village along the path that was shaken open: "Scorpions eat very slowly, it is impossible to eat up all the corpses."

As he spoke, he walked slowly along the path to the depths of the village. Not far away, several conical houses stood quietly in the heavy snow. The gloomy sky illuminated the snow with a layer of pale fluorescence. This place is like a huge grave. In the field, innocent corpses were buried in a gloomy and desolate place.

Yin Chenglan looked at Lingjiang's shrinking back, frowned and said, "We'll go there too."

Lian Presse really didn't want to step into the snow, but his master ordered him to carry him on his back and walked into the path with hair all over his body, trying his best to avoid the lumps of meat paste on the ground where he couldn't see where he was.

Ling Jiang stood in front of the bulging hill at the end of the village. They thought it was a place where things were stored in the village before. He stretched out his hand and stroked a piece of snow with his internal force, and the things underneath emerged.

It was a dead face that was black and blue and stiff.

And this small hill is exactly the mountain of corpses piled up by the corpses of the villagers in the village.As they came and made noises, there was rustling under the snow layer, and the sated scorpions crawled around among the corpses.

Lian Presse, who was chasing after him, only glanced at it, then turned his head with a pale face.

He followed Yin Chenglan to the battlefield when he was young. He has seen many dead people, but he has never seen such a scene. The corpses are piled up together, and they are devoured. In and out with carrion.

It's just that he has seen too many dead people, so he attaches great importance to being safe in the earth. Even if blood is flowing into rivers and corpses are everywhere on the battlefield, he treats corpses with special solemnity in his heart.

Lian Song's anger suddenly burned: "This person really has no conscience."

Yin Chenglan looked at Lingjiang with his back to them, staring at the corpse mountain motionlessly, feeling a little uneasy: "What do you want to do?"

Lingjiang swept away a piece of snow, put his hand on a corpse, and dragged the tattered corpse out: "I want to know if Yan Chu is inside."

"Don't look for it anymore." Yin Chenglan's sleeve suddenly popped out, wrapped around Lingjiang's wrist, and said with a comforting tone: "Don't look for it anymore, whether he is inside or not, he won't—"

Ling Jiang turned his head and said sharply: "If he dies, who will detoxify you!" His eyes were deep and deep, reflecting the hideous corpse with an indescribable aura.

Yin Chenglan was stunned, and saw Ling Jiang squatting down, completely buried in the snow, using his hands to pick up the snow at the bottom of the corpse mountain, exposing the corpse, carefully identifying each face, he saw that Ling Jiang's hands were slightly Trembling, his slender hands were red from the cold, and soon covered with blood.

"I shouldn't have left them alone, I didn't realize they were being followed." Ling Jiang whispered, his thick eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, his tone was calm, but his voice was hoarse as if scraped on a piece of iron : "I should have killed him, but I didn't."

Ling Jiang stared blankly at the mountain of corpses several feet high. The sticky blood flowing from below stained the snow under their feet. He looked at the red and black blood on his hands and said softly: "If Yan Chu What if you die?"

He didn't know whether he was asking Yin Chenglan or himself. After saying this, he began to sweep away the snow on the mountain of corpses, dragged the bloody corpse out and put it on the snow beside him. When he came out to bite Lingjiang's hand, he didn't care, he slapped anyone who could kill him, and let the scorpion's tail needle stick into his hand if he didn't have time to slap it off.

After a while, the back of the hand was black, as terrifying as the swollen skin of the dead on the ground.

The boundless north of Xinjiang is uninhabited, and the sky and the earth seem to be covered by the vast snow. They are as small as ants here, and they can be buried in the heavy snow in a blink of an eye.

The world is vast, but the mind is very narrow.

It was only then that Yin Chenglan realized that Lingjiang's obsession with the poison on his body was like a bird returning to its nest without dying.

He suddenly remembered every vow the young man had made. At this moment, it was freezing cold and frozen for thousands of miles, but Yin Chenglan felt as if a cluster of fire was lit on the tip of his heart, which turned into a source of fire in an instant, burning out a piece of life exuberant.

It turns out that he is the growth of all things, from winter to spring.

Yin Chenglan said: "Let me go and help him."

Although he had a grudge against this tragic situation, Lian Pressing Song still obediently put Yin Chenglan in the clean snow three steps away, rolled up his sleeves, stepped on the snow and walked to the mountain of corpses, just about to put a corpse on the ground. To the side, turned his head, suddenly startled.

"Grandpa, look!"

I saw the distant and dim horizon, and at the end where the snow and the sky meet, a huge black shadow appeared. The place where the shadow passed was snowed and confused, like a raging storm rushing aggressively, and the earth trembled. .

The speed of the shadow was extremely fast, and it was getting closer and closer to them in a blink of an eye.

Lian Presse drew out the long sword on his back, and Ling Jiang stopped his hands, and transformed into two black eight-edged plum blossom hammers in his hands, and Lian Presse stood in front of Yin Chenglan, one on the left and one on the right.

The shadow rushed towards them with the low howl and heavy breath of the beast. Lingjiang saw that it was a dozen or so long-haired beasts with bow-like horns on their heads. He didn't know what they were. The thing has extremely thick and tall limbs, much taller than the tall horses in the Central Plains. It is majestic and burly. Standing in front of it, people are as weak as cats and dogs.

They were shocked by the group of beasts first, and then they saw that there were people sitting on the backs of the beasts.

Those people were wrapped in black cloth, only revealing a pair of bright eyeballs, they saw suddenly, like the eyes of greedy and ferocious hungry wolves in the forest, illuminated by the snow, glowing with awe-inspiring dim light.

Before they got close, the surrounding snow field shook violently, the mountain of corpses began to collapse, and countless poisonous scorpions fled and burrowed into the snow.

Lingjiang gripped the eight-edged plum blossom hammer tightly, and slowly aimed at the person riding on the headed giant beast.

Just when he was about to fly out of the plum blossom hammer, he saw that giant beast that was about to crush them stopped two feet away from them.

The giant beast knelt down on its front knees, lowered a pair of bowed horns, and two people descended from the huge monster.

One of them supported the other, standing not far away, watching the three of them as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The person being supported took off the hood on his head, revealing his long silver hair like a waterfall.

It was an elderly woman with silver hair, she couldn't tell her age, she only felt that she must have been a chic and stunning beauty when she was young, so that there is still a sassy demeanor left in her brows and eyes.

She stood in the wind and snow, her silver hair and black cloak fluttered with the wind, thick and colorful but also as clear as ice. Although there were a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she couldn't hide the dignified and quiet atmosphere on her body.

Lingjiang felt a little familiar, so she heard the woman say, "Xiao Lanzi, I'm here to pick you up."

Yin Chenglan sat in the snow and cried out with a bit of a headache: "Mother Concubine."

Yin Qingyi said: "What kind of concubine is a concubine, she is called a mother."

She walked over, half squatted in front of Yin Chenglan, and touched his face.

Ling Jiang glanced at Lian Pressing Song, and asked silently: "Little Basket?

Lian pressed the song and shook his head: I really didn't know that the way the lady appeared was so cool.

"..."

It's a communication barrier.

Yin Chenglan said: "Mother, it's freezing cold outside, why are you here?"

Yin Qingyi brushed the snow off his shoulders: "Mother couldn't sleep because of you, so I came out to look for you."

Well, these words sound familiar, and after hearing them too much, he doesn't feel nauseous anymore.

Yin Chenglan glanced at her, and it was a young foreign girl who supported Yin Qingyi, who bowed slightly to salute him, Yin Chenglan returned the salute and asked, "Where's Uncle Su He?"

"He's gone out, let's go back and talk about it." Yin Qingyi said, raised his hand and waved, and the warrior who followed immediately brought a giant beast, knelt down, and asked Yin Chenglan to sit on it.

"Wait." Someone said suddenly.

Yin Qingyi turned around and saw that it was the person who was traveling with Xiao Lanzi. She had a strange expression on her face. She had never seen him before, so she presumably should be the same subordinate as Xiao Gezi next to him.

Ling Jiang stared at Yin Chenglan: "Yan Chu hasn't been found yet. If you live, you want to see people, if you want to die, you want to see the corpse."

Looking at his blue hands, Yin Chenglan felt helpless, so he had to signal Lian Pressing Song to shake the body that had been covered by heavy snow when the giant beast ran over just now, and explained it to Yin Qingyi.

After hearing this, Yin Qingyi frowned exquisitely: "It turns out that this person harmed my son, don't worry, mother will never let him go in the future. Since you are afraid that Miracle Doctor Yan will be killed by this person, then we will look for him, whether it is death or not." Live, there must always be a whereabouts."

Yin Qingyi immediately distributed the order to the warriors of the Xuemo tribe, asking them to clear an open space, remove the poisonous scorpions, and put all the corpses out.

The Xuemo warrior sprinkled a powder around the crowd, and the snow around them quickly melted into water and dispersed. The powder did not know what it contained, and the poisonous scorpion did not dare to approach it. Some of them were killed, and the scorpion shell cracked, and the black blood of the dead people flowed out.

Yin Chenglan originally wanted to call Ling Jiang over to deal with the sting marks on his hands, but the little bird was so stubborn that he followed the crowd without looking back to identify whether there was Yan Chu's corpse in the sea of ​​corpses or not. Obedient, Yin Chenglan had no choice but to give up, and leaned against a giant beast to talk to his mother, but his eyes kept lingering on the busy people over there.

When it was almost dawn, all the corpses were checked to confirm that there were no Yan Chu and Ji Yushan inside. Lingjiang heaved a sigh of relief, his feet softened, and he knelt on the ground on one knee. His hands were stung by the poisonous scorpion. Wu Qing turned black, those scorpions were not very poisonous, but they ate dead human flesh and were contaminated with corpse poison, even though they wouldn't kill him for a while, they wouldn't feel good either.

Yin Chenglan suddenly said to Yin Qingyi, wait a minute, Shi Qigong landed beside Lingjiang.

Ling Jiang's face was as pale as snow, but his eyes were deep and dark. He knelt on the ground on one knee, looked at Yin Chenglan, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's a good thing I didn't kill him... It's a good thing I didn't kill you."

Yin Chenglan felt weak and wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but after reaching out, he touched Lingjiang's head and rubbed his head: "Yes."

Ling Jiang grabbed his shoulder, put his head on it, and said softly: "I'm a little sleepy, let's sleep for a while."

Yin Chenglan put his arms around his back: "Okay."

Ling Jiang closed his eyes and passed out in his arms with peace of mind.