After being reborn through the book, the apprentice becomes black and clings to the master's up

Everyone walked for two full days before reaching the foot of Duanshan Mountain.

Duanshan is covered with ice and snow all year round. At a glance, the clouds on the top of the mountain are a bit dark and look like billowing beacon smoke. The silvery snow on the mountainside is shining.

As a group of people passed through Duanshan's ten thousand-year barrier, they were suddenly hit by a chill that penetrated deeply into their bones. The air they exhaled could be seen with the naked eye and solidified instantly.

Yang Ci stepped on the crunching snow calmly, and he didn't feel cold at all.

"Why is it so cold?"

"It's so cold."

They felt nothing about the cold air, but the other disciples were shivering from the cold and couldn't help but rub their arms.

Qi Yufan looked at them and stretched out his hand to cast a cold barrier, but Ye Nanchen raised his hand to block it.

Ye Nanchen had already landed on the cold barrier in the blink of an eye.

With the protection of the barrier, they no longer feel the cold.

The group of people walked all the way up the snow, and there was white snow all around. No human beings could be seen, not even the beautiful snow fox.

"I remember that there seemed to be villagers living here in Duanshan for generations. They were the seal keepers who suppressed the evil beasts. Now that the evil beasts came out, what happened to them? If we want to find out, we can first find that village and ask Ask them, that village seems to be Fengxue Village." Yu Yun said calmly.

"Well, pay attention to the village. The location of the village is very secret. They are almost isolated from the world and don't care about worldly affairs." Yang Ci agreed.

Xue Yuyang looked down at the snow on his shoes.

He was in a trance, and he always felt uneasy and panicked.

Chi Yuan concealed his breath and figure and silently followed Xue Yuyang.

When Xue Yuyang was stunned, Chi Yuan quietly held his hand. Even if he couldn't see it, Xue Yuyang could feel Chi Yuan's aura. He never deliberately hid it from himself.

Xue Yuyang tightened his grip in silence, slowed down a little, and fell a few steps behind them. "I always feel uneasy in my heart."

"I'm a little bit too, I don't know what it will be."

"Where is my father?" Xue Yuyang looked depressed.

"You will find it." Chi Yuan stroked Xue Yuyang's face, "There is a village ahead, Fengxue Village, located in the snow, but there is no human habitation."

"Well." Xue Yuyang said: "Since it is a village, how can it be uninhabited?"

They were talking secretly when they suddenly noticed that the person in front of them stopped and Xue Yuyang stopped talking.

"I think we're almost there. There's a barrier ahead." Yu Que whispered.

"Then let's go quickly."

They quickened their pace and entered the barrier.

The barrier falls on Fengxue Village, imitating the four seasons of the year.

Entering the barrier, spring flowers bloomed inside, and the village stood before them.

The village was very quiet, with no villagers or poultry. It was eerily quiet, with only the unknown wind blowing through the standing village.

Everything is so quiet that one has to wonder about the weirdness and weirdness here.

A gust of wind and sand blew up, causing them to raise their hands to cover their noses. They shuddered when they heard the sound of wind roaring like a human being, and they smelled a sweet fishy smell that was about to be blown away by the wind.

After the wind passed, everyone was alert.

Suddenly, a windmill fell from a dead tree. There was something black on the dilapidated windmill, like coagulated blood.

They looked at the fallen windmill and had a bad feeling.

There was a thumping sound in the empty village.

"Dang-ding-dong!" One light and one heavy one attracted their attention.

A child limped towards them. The child had his head lowered. His clothes were tattered and stained with blood. A half-broken bell jingled as he walked.

The child's voice was like a broken cigarette, and he said one word indistinctly, "Car...Car..."

They sounded like broken gongs, which made people's hair stand on end.

Disciple Yang Quan looked down at the windmill that fell at his feet, bent down to pick it up carefully, and gently wiped away the dust with his sleeves.

Then he walked up to the child who was looking for the windmill and handed it to him.

The child looked at the dilapidated windmill, stretched out his half-broken fingers covered in blood and exposed bones, grabbed Yang Quan's wrist, and raised his head.

Everyone saw the child's appearance and gasped.

The child's neck was dislocated, the eyeballs were exposed outside the eye sockets, and half of the face was chopped off. From the slash marks, it can be seen that the knife was very blunt. The bones were cut with one cut instead of several. There were also small broken bones. Inside the flesh, he was smiling with his exposed teeth.

When Yang Quan saw the child's appearance, he dropped the windmill in his hand.

The moment the windmill fell, the child bit Yang Quan's palm and tore off a piece of meat.

"Ah!" Yang Quan screamed in pain, kicked the child away, covered his bloody palms, and kept retreating.

The kicked child's bones were rattling, and he bent down on the ground, using his hands and feet, running towards them like a mad dog.

This operation really made them stupid.

When they were still one finger away, a sharp sword blade passed through the child's body. The blade reversed and split the child into two.

Everyone: "Ugh...".

Yu Que bandaged Yang Quan in obscurity, but the bandaging was of no avail. The ground where he was bitten had begun to rot and was spreading outwards.

Yang Quan looked at his rotting palm in a daze, broke down and cried.

The shouts just now echoed in the empty village, attracting others.

The village, which was silent at first, was now filled with whimpering and roaring sounds. Villagers rose up from the ground one by one, and then bent down. They were exactly like the children who had been split into two. They were no longer alive.

Qi Yufan looked at the villagers standing up with mixed feelings. He understood why Xue Qi could not be found and whose masterpiece these were. He underestimated Xue Qi's obsession and underestimated him too much.

Xue Yuyang froze on the spot. He seemed to see everything in Qi Yufan's eyes. It was his father. It was his father who killed them, and then used forbidden techniques that violated convention to resurrect them one by one, becoming what they are now.

It turned out that his father had been here before, so he didn't dare to think about whether the sky-swallowing dragon suppressed in Duanshan was also released by his father. He was afraid of the answer, he was afraid.