Sister, stay away from me

Didn't expect to come back here again.

Although Mengzhou in the north is still within the scope of Dazhou, it is already very close to northern Xinjiang, and the climate also has the characteristics of northern Xinjiang.

In the morning, the sky is still clear, but at noon, it may be cloudy, and in the evening, it will snow.

The turbulent climate has created a unique belief in northern Xinjiang, that is, the emperor hates the sky.

Moreover, Beijiang is too big, and many people will only meet once in a lifetime. This situation has caused most people in Beijiang to like to cheat for a fortune and run away. The second time someone cheats you is already considered a relatively rare good person.

But for the family, the northern Xinjiang people are surprisingly kind.

This is because a family is essential if one wants to live in the harsh northern Xinjiang.

In Beijiang language, brother is pronounced as "kama", which means "another me in this world".

They see their siblings as their other selves, their children as their children, and their wives as their own.

They can die for their brothers and sisters without hesitation, because they believe that their souls will merge into another me and continue to live.

They almost never call someone who is not related by blood a ka, but when they do, it shows that the other party has already regarded you as the other half of their soul.

This is a vow more sacred than life. From the moment the word is spoken, there is an unbreakable bond between each other, and even death cannot part it.

People in Beijiang can cheat anyone, even their own parents and children, but they will never cheat their own cards.

Wang Huai, who grew up in northern Xinjiang, was also influenced by part of the northern Xinjiang culture. After all, he lived in northern Xinjiang for a long time, and it is normal for him to be dyed the color of northern Xinjiang.

The unique concept of friends is one of the influences of Kama culture, which leads him to have a parental tolerance towards those he considers friends.

Although it was only the beginning of September, it had already started to snow in Mengzhou, and the howling north wind pierced through the chest, taking away the warmth and leaving a severe cold.

Many of the monks who walked out of the teleportation array with Wang Huai were unprepared. They shivered after being blown by the cold wind, and hurriedly mobilized their mana to resist reluctantly.

The leader of the team was a mana-level monk, with strong muscles and scars all over his face. He looked like the kind that was pasted on the door to ward off evil spirits and stick to the head of the bed to prevent pregnancy.

Counting the number of people, the monk said: "There are still two people left. For the next action, you should work in groups of three and make sure to catch that traitor back."

After a pause, the fierce monk continued: "Of course, if you feel dangerous, you can come back..."

At this moment, Wang Huai felt that the other party was not bad.

But right away, the fierce monk continued: "But when the time comes, I will personally drill you and let you know what the consequences will be if you quit the mission rashly. Do you want to know what the consequences are?"

Among the silent crowd, Wang Huai's voice was particularly loud: "I want to know."

"Are you itchy!"

"You can't blame me, who told you to ask questions!"

The fierce monk's veins arched, and he rushed towards Wang Huai like a tiger, and then punched Wang Huai's chest.

For a moment, blood splattered everywhere.

Returning to the original position with his hands behind his back, the fierce monk shouted: "This is the consequence, you guys...forget it, you just need to see it."

The fist that hit Wang Huai was in severe pain, and the blood vessels on it burst, splashing all over Wang Huai's body.

Enduring the pain in his hands, the fierce monk felt that the recent monk was really amazing, and he had cultivated his body like a Buddhist golden tortoise within less than half a year after coming in.

After waiting quietly for a quarter of an hour, I saw two figures flying out of the teleportation array.

Seeing these two people, Wang Huai felt that this time there was more danger than good luck.

One of the girls was carrying a pile of luggage. She was pretty, but she always felt a little underwhelmed.

Another middle-aged man was drunk, making people worry that he would die suddenly in the snow at any time.

Turning his face away, Wang Huai prayed that the other party would not see him, but things will always develop in the worst direction.

"Ah, Junior Sister, I heard that you accepted this mission, so I'll be here soon." Yue Ling rushed towards Wang Huai excitedly.

"Why can you come? I thought you must have been here for more than half a year?"

"Every time it's almost half a year, my father will take me to join the magic door forcibly. But I can escape every time, so it's not half a year."

Wang Huaichang sighed, feeling that his relationship with Yue Ling was too strong.

Facing Danqingzi, Wang Huai asked again: "Danqingzi, why are you here?"

"I heard that there is fun and contribution here, so I also came here." Dan Qingzi said drunkenly.

The fierce monk who was smothered by Dan Qingzi's alcohol frowned, stared at Wang Huai and asked, "Do you know him?"

"……know."

"Okay, then you are in a group of three. Listen carefully, I will explain to you the precautions in Beijiang, and you must keep them in mind. The first point, never trust the people of Beijiang!"

"Second point, beware of ghosts. There is no dragon energy in the northern border, and the power of the underworld is weak, so there are many lonely ghosts. Although they are not very dangerous, you must be careful."

"The third point is to be careful of the believers of the emperor hates the sky. The gods will also be active in the northern border, so be careful when you see them."

After talking for a quarter of an hour, the fierce monk stopped and said to everyone: "Now, prepare to leave the customs. You will not be in Dazhou in the future, and you will not be restricted by the dragon's energy. To protect yourself when necessary, it doesn't matter if you hurt others. Well, I want to see you come back alive, you hear me!"

"heard it!"

Accompanied by loud shouts, the monks, in groups of three, took the distributed supplies and walked out of the yard, towards the border, into the unpredictable northern border.

One of the group stopped when they passed by Wang Huai.

The female monk who looked quite cold and arrogant stared at Wang Huai: "Fairy Wang Huai?"

"Well, it's me."

The female monk originally wanted to say, "It's just this beauty, why fight with me", but after seeing Wang Huai's appearance clearly, she couldn't say anything against her will, so she could only roar "Remember me", and then got up and ran up.

The two accompanying companions nodded apologetically to Wang Huai, and then quickly followed and walked into the northern border.

Looking at the back of the other party, Wang Huai, who felt inexplicable, asked, "Who is she?"

"The number one beauty in Yuwujing, she used to be." Yue Ling gnawed on a dried sweet potato and said.

"Then who is it now?"

"You."

"Oh, whoever made the list, I'll kill him when I get back."

"Old Man Tianji. Let me tell you, that old man is boring. Every day, he either gives nicknames or ranks monks. The list of foodies, wealth list, cheating list, body flexibility list has everything."

"Could it be that your Excellency is number one on the brain-dead list?"

"What nonsense, there are so many talents on that list, how could I possibly get there."

Looking at Yue Ling, Wang Huai really wanted to know who No.1 was.

While talking, almost everyone left, and Wang Huai and the others were the last group.

After the three of Wang Huai also left together, the fierce monk confirmed that no one would show up again, so he left here and went to do other things.

But not long after he left, the teleportation flickered, and a black-robed monk led another group of monks out of the portal.

Feeling the icy cold wind, a monk wrapped the robe around his body and said dissatisfiedly: "Zhao Ziyue, it's too cold, think of a way. If we don't think of a way, we'll mess with you."

"Shut up, you flat-haired bastards!"

"I'm warning you, you're discriminating against monsters, believe it or not, we'll be the next one to get you."

"Hey, none of you flat-haired bastards of the vertical and horizontal faction have a good plan."

"If it doesn't work, we'll get you too!"

"Bah bah bah!"

Amid the sound of Zhao Ziyue's saliva, the group also walked into the wind and snow, and entered the northern border.

A few days later.

Dan Qingzi, who was wrapped up in a ball, looked at Wang Huai and Yue Ling enviously, then looked inwardly at the pitiful mana in his body and sighed.

He entered Taoism through novels, and his magical power was subconsciously strengthened by him, allowing him to maintain his prime at the age of 93.

According to Zhending Pavilion in the Immortal League, his mana has formed its own system, and the mana that can be used freely is pitifully small.

And if the body's mana supply is cut off, then his internal organs will fail immediately, and he will die on the spot.

Moreover, he hadn't made any contributions yet, and he couldn't get any wonders, which led him into a tragic vicious circle.

No strange things → no ability to improve strength → no contribution → no strange things...

For this mission, he can get some contributions, and then he can buy strange items, so as to formally start his cultivation.

Although he is a little suspected of making contributions, but Dan Qingzi has nothing else, he has a very thick skin, and now he feels at ease when he is doing it.

On the other hand, Wang Huai and Yue Ling were dressed in single clothes, and a layer of mana covered them, isolating the severe cold outside, so that their actions would not be affected in any way.

Wang Huai was holding a thin thread at this time, and the thin thread

Blowing gently, the branch began to shake continuously, and after stopping, it began to tremble slightly, and pointed in one direction.

"It's near here, look carefully."

The three started to act immediately, and found a small branch on the wet grass in a short time.

Picking up this fingernail-sized branch, Wang Huai put it together with the branch on the thin line, and the two quickly merged into a whole.

"It's another disguise. How much did that traitor spread in northern Xinjiang?" Yue Ling sighed.

"He definitely can't do it alone, and it's not ruled out that someone cooperates. Let's go to the next place."

The magic weapon stolen by the traitor was made of Pangu wood.

The Pangu wood has a peculiar characteristic. The branches branched from the Pangu wood will sense the existence of the nearby Pangu wood, and then point out the existence of the other party.

With this feature, each group of monks has a pointer made of Pangu wood, which is convenient for them to find the traitor.

But the other party is also a cunning guy.

He seemed to be carrying a large amount of Pangu wood, and directly scattered the Pangu wood everywhere, which greatly increased the difficulty of searching.

Two more Pangu woods were found, and Wang Huai found that the sun was about to set, so he said to the other two: "Let's go, that's it for today. There may be fog ghosts in northern Xinjiang at night. They are not strong, but they are still It's troublesome."

The fierce monk also mentioned before that one of the specialties of northern Xinjiang is ghosts.

For example, a grass ghost who stuffs seeds into the belly button and makes grass grow all over the internal organs.

There are mischievous ghosts who stare at other people's tents and fly up to defecate wantonly after they are cleaned.

And the "I'll kill you sooner or later" ghost that specializes in disrupting the weather, throwing hail when others are herding sheep, and stopping when others come home.

In northern Xinjiang mythology, those who do not follow the guidance of Emperor Hentian will become ghosts after death and wander in northern Xinjiang.

Some legends may be used to scare children, but some are true and must be guarded against.

Back in the tent where he was staying, Dan Qingzi took a sip of his wine in dissatisfaction and said with emotion: "The task of a monk is more boring than I imagined."

"Boring is the norm." Yue Ling, who used tree bark as dried sweet potatoes, said, "Some tasks are called torture. For example, someone reported that the statue by the river would turn into a monster every time the full moon shines on it. There are already seven people. If he is killed, then Xianmeng must send someone to guard it."

"For the first time, it was late and the moon was setting."

"Second time, it's raining and there's no moon."

"The third time, some bastard covered the statue with a black cloth, and only discovered it at dawn."

"For the fourth time, it's confirmed. It was a misunderstanding. Those seven people lost their bets and ran away, and now they are going home. The thing about the statue is that the witnesses drank too much."

"When you encounter this kind of thing, how do you feel about it? Do you want to kill people? After spending four months on it, there are only ten contributions in the end. Anyone who wants to kill that group of people."

Dan Qingzi knew it too, but he still felt bored.

Lying in the tent, he stretched his legs helplessly, and said with emotion: "It's still boring. You said that a female ghost came to the door at this time, and then gave me a jar of good wine. Although this bad wine is enough, it's too much to drink. Still a little nauseous."

Yue Ling glanced at Dan Qingzi dissatisfied: "Sooner or later, you will be drunk to death. And are you a monkey, and the female ghost just drinks when you come?"

"Otherwise what are you doing?"

"Pull her to play mahjong! There are exactly four people, and playing mahjong with three people is not fun at all."

As soon as Yue Ling finished speaking, an eager voice sounded outside: "I heard someone wants to play mahjong?"

In the wilderness, when a person pops up suddenly, everyone will feel something is wrong.

Yue Ling and Dan Qingzi immediately looked at Wang Huai to see what the backbone of the team was going to do.

"Gambling ghost." Wang Huai said in a low voice, "It often appears when one of the three is missing, and disappears after winning everyone's money. Even if he loses, it's okay, all he gives is paper money."

"So unbranded! I'll beat him up." Yue Ling was eager to try.

"Bring me one, I happen to be bored recently." Dan Qingzi also jumped up.