Lord of Divine Snow

Outside the window, the night is quiet.

Zhong Shenxiu's thoughts were not calm for a long time.

"Su Dao's luck, is it bad or good? The psychic actually existed here, and was tragically possessed... This is when the Yanhan Empire was destroyed, he dared to come to open the frontier The first generation of Hasting Legendary Earl, who has expanded the soil and is really successful!"

Through the memory just now, he has a little more understanding of that period of history.

"Fufeng Protectorate originally belonged to the scope of Hasting County... After the first Earl established the country, he really moved to pray to a great existence..."

"He came from the boundless chaos , Is a True God...Although I don’t know how the sacrifices will be made, the existence obviously has no interest in sheltering Hasting County, and is sitting and watching its destruction... But...Is there any influence on the worshippers? Maybe."

People don't care about ants, and they don't care about ants' prayers.

Maybe ants are just praying for power, but people just throw away a little breadcrumbs.

It is also possible that the ant prayed for a little breadcrumbs, but the person stomped on a foot and stomped the ant to death.

Zhong Shenxiu estimates that this is the case with Earl Hasting.

The True God didn't bless his country, but it seemed to have an impact on it, making him immortal after death, turning into a resentful soul-like form, which has survived to the present!

"Although...it seems to have lost my mind."

"So some rules can be summed up from it. The True God will unconsciously give feedback to the ceremony, but may not follow the prayers of believers. And, the power gained will always pay a painful price..."

Zhong Shenxiu shook the head: "What am I plotting against these? I don't want to pray to the great being from the boundless chaos... …Furthermore, I don’t know about his ceremony."

The earl’s memory is very fragmented, especially the name of ceremony, rune, and even the existence of it is very vague.

Moreover, there is also a feeling of extreme danger.

This allows Zhong Shenxiu to know that if he deliberately explores the name and power of the Spiritual God, the first earl in his body is the best example.

"Speaking of...this earl, is he really blessed by Spiritual God? Why do I think this is more like a curse?"

Zhong Shenxiu continues to try dao technique.

This time, in the dimness, he seemed to see a tall and thin silhouette.

Wearing a black woolen dress, two rows of golden buttons, black moccasin boots...

Long hands and feet, pale skin...

The most important thing is... ...No head!

Headless Count!

Zhong Shenxiu didn't know that when he tried the dao technique, strange changes occurred in the room.

Tick! Tick!

Drops of dark red blood that did not know where it came from, kept dripping from the bed.

The thin mist began to spread all around, and even gradually enveloped this small village.

Under the bi-monthly Moon Wheel, the whole village is covered with a layer of mist, the building becomes illusory and hazy, and there is no sound.

If it is during the day, this will definitely cause panic, but at this time it is late at night.

In the hazy mist, a figure emerged, wandering constantly.

He wore a luxurious dress, just like a gentleman attending a dinner party.

The only difference is that there is no head!

Headless Count!

What's even more bizarre is that from the outside of the village, the small village is all normal.

……

"According to the military newspaper, this is the place."

"It seems that this group of people was indeed seriously injured during the day and could not return. The barracks can only be repaired in the village..."

Tian Bufen changed his clothes and threw away everything that could be associated with the Black Mountain Fort Pawn Chief.

Xue San severed his hand, squad dead, and naturally asked for help from the army.

Unfortunately, he was intercepted by Tian Bufen midway and directly suppressed.

Not only that, but also came in person, ready to take away Su Dao's life.

"It's really heaven helps me... It's normal to encounter a monster in the dark mist, even if the squad is completely destroyed..."

Tian Bufen, as Pawn Chief, wears martial arts, even if not To Innate, Postnatal is already a top performer. To clean up Su Dao, even if you catch up with other partners, it's a matter of pinching hands.

He has limited knowledge. He only knows that Martial Artist is divided into Postnatal and Innate.

If you can practice Taoism, you can start directly with Innate.

Apart from this, in Second Yanhan Empire, there are many Western methods, which are divided into ranks, which are said to be quite detailed.

Taking a point of pride, Tian Bufen walked directly into the village.

One step, Heaven and Earth are different.

In Tian Bufen's eyes, the quiet and safe village was suddenly shrouded in mist, the buildings were blurred, and the silhouette was heavy.

"What's the matter? Has this village been swallowed by dark mist? What about the pre-arranged guardian formation?"

Tian Bufen thoughts are revolving, with a little tiptoe, you must leave the village limit.

But next moment, he found that he had actually retreated to a piece of flat ground, which seemed to be the threshing ground of the village.

Because of the action of'quitting', he sank deeper and went deeper into the village!

Cold sweat appeared from Tian Bufen's forehead.

He probably knows that he is in danger of terrifying, what Postnatal Martial Artist is, and in the face of such treacherousness, it is no different from an ordinary person.

I'm afraid, only Innate expert and even real cultivator can solve all this.

Tap!

The sound of a footstep came from the fog, and the tall and thin silhouette seemed to be visible, gradually solidifying.

That is a figure...without a head!

"Ah!"

Tian Bufen screamed and crashed into a door.

In the portal, there is no silhouette, it seems that all the original villagers have disappeared.

In the darkness, Tian Bufen suddenly caught a hand!

The cold is like a block of ice, and the palm seems to be made of iron!

With his strength, he couldn't break free.

Even, Tian Bufen found that he had been unable to move, and he couldn’t even close his eyelids. He could only watch Headless Count emerge from the darkness and grabbed his neck...

pa!

Soon after, a corpse fell on the ground.

……

Zhong Shenxiu shocked all over, opened his eyes, and looked at his palm slightly blankly.

He looked towards a copper mirror, and suddenly felt that he saw the Headless Count, but rubbed his eyes and found that it was still his own reflection.

Outside the window, the years are quiet, and occasionally there is a dog barking.

But Zhong Shenxiu knows that some bad things must happen.