Chapter 64, Lurk

Standing at the foot of the mountain in silence for a long time, Lingxiao Tower slowly walked to the snowy mountain, quickly trotting up and maintaining a constant speed. The mountains and forests are covered with thick snow, and people should be extra careful when walking on them, otherwise they may fall into deep pits.

However, Ling Xiaolou doesn't care about this. He always keeps moving forward at a stable speed. In the trot, he will adjust the landing point of his pace from time to time. After stepping over, either a hole is exposed or a piece of rotten wood...

In a word, it is very dangerous to run in the snowy mountains and forests at this time. If you are not careful, you will fall down and may even die.

After walking out more than ten miles aimlessly, Lingxiao Tower slowly slowed down and stopped on a small high slope. His eyes narrowed into a gap, through which he saw a middle-aged man in a snow-colored robe and a cold face slowly walking.

"Are you Ling Xiaolou?" The middle-aged man looked up at Ling Xiaolou, and his thick broken eyebrows condensed into a word. He was curious that Ling Xiaolou did not wait for him under the mountains and forests... The corners of his lips raised an indifferent smile: "That four young master who is not popular with the Ling family?"

"I'm Ling Xiaolou!" With a nod, Ling Xiaolou squinted and smiled: "Where is Wan Niang?"

"Humph... come with me!" The middle-aged man slowly turned around and said coldly, "Don't play tricks, or we will kill that little girl!"

"Oh." Ling Xiaolou's black-and-white eyes flashed a cold light and continued to go deep into the snowy mountains with the middle-aged people.

The deeper you go into the snowy mountains, the more difficult it is to walk, and it is almost impossible to distinguish the mountain road. This is a very dangerous thing. If you can't tell the road, you are likely to step into the air and fall off the cliff. Therefore, the speed of the two became slower and slower, and they walked less than ten miles in more than half an hour.

Of course, this is because middle-aged people hesitate every step they take, stretch out their feet to test whether they can dare to settle down. If it was Lingxiao Tower's own march, it would have been at least 30 or 40 miles out of this time.

"How far is it?" Ling Xiao said blankly, "It's getting late. If it's far away, I suggest you go there tomorrow." He tested the mouth of middle-aged people.

It is dark in the north of winter. At this time, the sky is gloomy and there seems to be heavy snow.

"Just follow me, where is so much nonsense?" The middle-aged man scolded and hummed, "Don't talk so much if you want to see your little girl, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a short knife on his neck. He was stunned and said angrily, "What do you want to do? Do you really want to see your little skin killed by us?

"Don't move!" Ling Xiao said blankly, "Who is your master?"

"Humph..." The middle-aged man laughed angrily and hummed angrily, "Little guy, don't challenge my patience, or you and your little girl will die without a burial place!"

"It seems that you are not going to cooperate!" Ling Xiaolou squinted and smiled: "It suits me!" With that, the hand holding the knife used a little force, and the sharp blade cut a blood line on the middle-aged man's neck, and the blood flowed out with heat.

"You..." The middle-aged man was stunned and felt that his neck was cold.

The thick blood essence gushed out of the middle-aged man's wound and took a few deep breaths. Ling Xiaolou's eyes turned slightly red: "Now tell me everything I want to know. If you don't say or lie, I'll cut off your head!"

pause and warn: "Remember, don't challenge my patience!"

After a while, goose-like snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and then the mountain wind roared and the temperature plummeted. Ling Xiaolou listened to the middle-aged man's narration, frowned like a pen, and said in a low voice, "It seems that you don't see the coffin without tears!"

Middle-aged people are dishonest, and although they have said a lot of useful information, their forewords are contradictory.

He held a knife in one hand, and the other hand touched the middle-aged man several times in a row, and then the middle-aged man howled and rolled up in the snow: "You... what did you do to me... Ah, itchy... so itchy..."

Middle-aged people feel that their skin is hot and itchy, and they keep scratching with their hands, but there are too many hot and itchy parts to be busy at all.

"Do you feel very hot and itchy? Hey... It's just a small trick. As for what it is, you don't need to know. As long as you know a little, you only have one hour..." Ling Xiaolou said calmly, "After an hour, if I don't help you relieve it, your whole body will begin to festate. But don't worry, you won't feel any pain, but itching is inevitable.

With a faint smile, "At that time, you will feel that it is a pleasure to tear off your own pieces of flesh and blood. You will witness with your own eyes how you have become a white skeleton..."

"Ah... don't say it, I said... I'll tell you everything..." The middle-aged man finally collapsed, and the teenager in front of him was a demon... a demon he couldn't afford to provoke.

Then he said everything he could say and couldn't say like a bean.

"Quick...help me relieve...Quick..." After saying that, the middle-aged man grabbed Ling Xiaolou's leg and prayed with tears.

Ling Xiaolou squatted down, waved the knife in his hand into the heart of the middle-aged man's chest, and then pulled the knife back.

"You...you... don't talk..." Before the middle-aged man finished saying the word 'credit', his consciousness was swallowed up by the darkness.

"I'm not discredited, this is also to help you relieve your pain..." Ling Xiaolou took out a small white bottle from his pocket, poured the corpse powder in the place where blood was flowing, took a few mouthfuls of blood, and then Shi Ran left and disappeared in the wind and snow.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.

After distinguishing the direction, Ling Xiaolou ran on the snowy mountain, and soon stabilized his speed at 30 miles per hour. He has rich experience in marching in snowy mountains, which is a valuable experience in exchange for struggling between life and death.

His speed is very stable and his movements are gentle. If someone is behind him at this time, they will find that there are no footprints on the ground after he walks through... This is a real snow trail.

When the sky was completely dark, he had already touched a small valley in the mountains. According to middle-aged people, Wan Niang was imprisoned in this valley by them.

The valley is surrounded by mountains, and there is only one gap to enter. Ling Xiaolou buried himself in the thick snow and slowly crawled forward. Soon he approached the gap into the valley.

This gap can only be passed by one person, and you also need to be sideways. Relying on his keen sense of smell of life, he judged that there were two people guarding the other end of the gap.

I have to say that they have chosen a good place, a good place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, one person to check, and hard to open.

He slowly raised his hand, felt the direction of the wind, and immediately took out a foot-long slender iron pipe from his clothes pocket, and then wisps of smoke flowed out from the other end of the iron pipe and poured into the cracks by the cold wind.

There was a slight sound, and someone exclaimed. Suddenly, he saw a figure shaking on the other side of the gap. With a soft sound, a chilly embroidered needle broke through the air, passed through a gap more than ten meters long, and inserted into the figure...

With a bang, the shaking figure fell to the ground.