After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

It snowed heavily overnight and countless people froze to death.

Although Yujia Village was burned down, refugees still came and chose dilapidated houses to live here.

At that time, I thought that even if it wasn't cold, I could live in a dilapidated house.

But no one expected that the sky would change in the middle of the night and it would snow heavily.

The cold came in from the leaky house and froze the homeless people sleeping inside to death.

There are also a few refugees sleeping outside the house, euphemistically looking at the stars and the moon, chatting about the future.

After falling asleep, heavy snow covered them and froze them into popsicles.

One night passed, and when I got up early in the morning, there was only one living person in the village.

He was so cold that he huddled in the cabinet and hugged the quilt to survive.

He didn't hear any movement after he woke up. When he came out, he was frightened by the heavy white snow outside.

Suddenly something occurred to me and I ran to the drafty room to see other people, only to find that those people were already frozen in their dreams.

His mouth was open, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were painful and confused.

Life was not easy, but now it was snowing and the weather was even colder. How was he going to survive?

Shrinking his neck, he hugged his body and returned to the room. He rummaged through the cabinets and cages to find clothes and shoes he could wear.

Wear warm clothes, bring something to eat, and carry a crutch that fits your hand before you dare to go out.

As soon as I stepped on it, the snow covered my shoes.

The snow in the south is wet and cold. When you step on it, the snow leaks into your shoes and turns into water, which is very icy.

He looked towards Shijia Village for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the road outside Yujia Village.

He has lived in Yujia Village for nearly half a month and has not seen any smoke rising from Shijia Village.

The absence of green smoke means that there are no living people in the village.

The first refugees who lived in Yujia Village had lived here for a long time, but they never saw smoke rising from Shijia Village, let alone anyone walking past here.

"Maybe, all the people in the twelve villages in this mountain are dead."

As he recalled what those people said, a chill ran down his spine and he shuddered.

People from twelve villages died. How cruel and full of resentment.

No one dared to go forward for fear of being killed.

They were also afraid that the Feng Shui and geography there would affect them, so they didn't dare to go forward. They only dared to rest in Yujia Village, and they didn't dare to make any big noise, for fear of attracting innocent souls to claim their lives.

Although the houses in Yujia Village were burned down, they could still rest.

It's fine now. The refugees who rested in Yujia Village are also freezing to death.

Sure enough, they were right. The feng shui and geographical environment here were not good, and there were innocent souls seeking his life, so he could no longer stay here.

He had to leave quickly.

One foot deeper and one foot shallower, walking towards the main road to the town.

The road in the snow was not easy to walk on. My shoes were completely soaked by the snow, and my toes were numb and numb from the cold.

Walking out of Yujia Village, I saw two human figures in the snow under the big tree.

He looked away, pretended not to notice, and continued walking forward.

At that time, when he followed him to Yujia Village, all he saw along the way were refugees.

Some people have become bad, and some people still have a little conscience.

But most people have become brutal refugees and live in the village on the hilltop in front of them.

To go to town from here, you have to pass through that village.

Although those people were very cruel, he could never stay here anymore. He had to pass through.

It's so terrible here, everyone is dead except him.

He didn't dare to stay in a village with so many dead people.

He licked his cold lips. He didn't believe that all the refugees would survive. Half of them would freeze to death.

He wanted to take a gamble and leave this mountain.

His feet were so cold that he almost lost all feeling. It felt like he was frozen to death, but he was actually walking.

There are people guarding the front, but at this time, those guarding the mountain are frozen and still dozing.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw this scene.

There is no time to be sad, and there is no time to stay, so hurry up and leave.

This was a mountain of death, and he had to get out of here quickly and get to town.

There are so many people in the town, even if you freeze to death, it will be better than being in this mountain.

He passed over the frozen people and continued to move forward as quickly as possible despite the wind and snow.

The wind and snow were very strong. He had been walking for more than an hour and had long since turned into a snowman.

If he hadn't shaken the snow off his body from time to time, he would have been afraid that he would be buried in the snow.

The temperature of the body also gradually lost warmth and became colder due to walking for such a long time.

Especially those feet, I had no feeling at all, it felt like I had lost a pair of feet.

The thought frightened him and he wanted to see his feet.

He looked around but saw no place to stay. He walked forward for more than half an hour before he saw a pavilion in front of him.

Although there is no shelter in the airy pavilion, you can sit down and take a good look at what's going on with your feet.

He was overjoyed and sped up. He came to the pavilion, pushed the snow off, wiped it off and sat on it.

He leaned against the pillar and raised his left leg. The shoes were as heavy as two or three pounds.

He took off his shoes easily and pulled off his socks, revealing his white and swollen toes.

They look like bamboo shoots, and they look a little cute.

Because his toes were wet, he wanted to dry them and put on dry shoes and socks.

Otherwise, wearing wet socks would be very uncomfortable and make it difficult to walk into town.

He rubbed his toes, and as he rubbed, his big toe suddenly fell off.

He stared at the white big toe on the snow with his mouth open.

It took him a long time to realize what he was doing, and then he blankly wanted to pick up the big toe from the ground and put it back again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my hand touched the other toes, they all became as crisp as ice.

My toes fell off.

He was stunned and made a move that frightened him.

He grabbed his feet and gave them a squeeze.

The forefoot was broken off, broken into pieces, and fell to the ground.

He broke it off again, until half of his foot was broken off. He seemed to suddenly wake up, opened his mouth and screamed.

The sound was so cruel that Feng Xue had to change direction and stop playing with him.

He was holding half of his hind foot, howling in the wind and snow with tears streaming down his face, panicked, lonely and helpless.

He quickly unpacked the bag on his back, looking for a pair of dry socks.

However, the bundle was wet, and the socks inside were also wet.

He cried while putting wet socks on half of his feet.

As a result, the wet socks froze into ice, collided with the soles of the feet, and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

He fell to his knees on the ground, holding the broken soles of his feet, and cried bitterly.

At this moment, the wind and snow that had been roaring just now suddenly became silent.

Even the heavy goose feather snow stopped at this time.

The stop was very abrupt and strange.

He was holding the broken sole of his foot, but he didn't notice it and was still crying.

A layer of white frost flowers is climbing above the pavilion and on the pillars at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The hexagonal frost flowers made a clicking sound, gradually gathering towards the middle, and finally gathered around him.

"Crack, click, click..."

Hexagonal frost flowers surrounded him, freezing his crying face.

The ground of the pavilion is covered with a layer of hexagonal frost flowers. If there is sunlight, it will be crystal clear and pleasing to the eye.

But this is deadly beauty.