C1 (1/2)

Xiangxi, Snow Peak Mountain Range, Forest Crow Stronghold.

Snow had blocked the access road to the mountain, and the only path that led to the Raven stronghold was covered with snow, adding to the desolation of the old tea-horse road that the peddler had walked for centuries. On one side of the ancient path was a craggy and craggy side, and on the other side was a deep and bottomless cliff. The cold wind howled as it blew against the cliff like the roar of a fierce beast. As far as the eye could see, the road in front of them was a vast expanse of darkness, as if it led to the nine hells.

The wind is blowing, the roads are hard, and the snow is slow. On the mountain path, a man and a donkey were walking together. The man was dressed in a white cloth robe, leading a skinny old donkey. The old donkey was pulling a cart covered by a tarpaulin. The old donkey was breathing heavily, his breath was white, and his feet looked like they were stuck in a quagmire.

The man's lips were tightly pressed together, holding onto the reins tightly as he struggled forward against the wind. ”We're almost there!” He consoled the old donkey who had accompanied him all the way, ”We'll be there soon, after we turn this mountain bend.” While he was talking, the scene before his eyes suddenly became clear and bright. He could vaguely see a piece of the col.

In front of the house, there were two dirty wind lamps lit up. The sky was gradually turning dark, and the weak flame of the candles flickered in the wind, reflecting the faint outline of the two large pitch-black wooden doors. A signboard was suspended obliquely above the door, and under the light of the wind lamps, the man was able to read the mottled words on the signboard, ”God of Happiness Inn”.

”It should be here,” the man was relieved and was about to go, but he was stopped by a one-meter-wide stream in front of the house. He looked down and saw that the stream was crystal clear and the water was gurgling. On top of the stream, there was a wooden bridge that was constructed by humans. It was swaying as it led to the inn.

The man was stunned. ”The Hundred Moon Shadow can't see the ice, I can't redeem myself even if I die. Could it be that this is …” A hint of fear appeared on his face as he gasped. He shouted into the house, ”The heavens will not accept this corpse. The corpse of his parents will not be left alive. It will be kept in the treasure chest today.”

After waiting for a while, a clear voice rang out, ”The heavens want us to keep them, the golden lockers want us to keep them. If we don't accept the nameless lord, no life can be allowed in here.”

The man's expression tensed up, and said loudly: ”Mr Faang, this humble one, Zhang Mu, has been entrusted with this task, and the Thousand Li Undead is going to entrust this Evil Corpse to your Zhuyou. If you return today and get up and sit down, then I will not be responsible.”

Wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, he rubbed his hands together and said, ”It doesn't matter if you come here fighting Xiangxi or if you come here from the north. Even if you come here from the sea, we won't be able to leave this time. My grandfather is sick, and there are still a few other families in the Zhuyou, you should go and find them.”

”Is he sick?” ”What a coincidence.” Zhang Mu slightly frowned with a face full of unwillingness. He took out a white cloth from his bosom and said, ”Show this to your grandfather, and he will know.”

The young man gave an ”oh”, crossed the wooden bridge, took the items from Zhang Mu, and folded the old house. The young man gave an ”oh”, crossed the wooden bridge, took the items from Zhang Mu's hands, and folded the old house.

After a while, the youth leaned out the door and said, ”My grandfather called you in.”

Zhang Mu hesitated for a moment before asking, ”Can I cross this river?”

”As I said.” An old voice came from inside the house.

Zhang Mu nodded in thanks. He turned around and removed the donkeys' cover and opened the black felt on the cart. The object was actually a coffin! Zhang Mu took a deep breath, lifted the coffin up with both hands, and shakily walked onto the wooden bridge.

Only after entering the living room did Zhang Mu put the coffin down. The coffin was covered by a dense layer of copper nails that formed a strange pattern.