Since Zhao Feng was rectified, the villagers of Yuanjie Town have also learned the whole story and were shocked and afraid of the cruelty of this northerner. Unexpectedly, it was not the monster that harmed people, but the guardian of Du Yuanwai.

The only Xin Cun in this disaster was entrusted by Song Zhi to a good family in the town, which was also considered to be Zhao Feng's only kindness.

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Two days passed, Meng He was still in seclusion and recuperation, while Song Zhi was resting on the recliner at the entrance of the town, thinking about the next itinerary.

"Why did Zhao Feng run away with what he said before his death?"

Song Zhi's eyes opened a crack, and he recalled Zhao Feng's last words and the demonic thoughts that inexplicably emerged in his heart at that time, and vaguely smelled a crisis.

"Which, Su Lun and the others"

During the fierce battle that night, Song Zhi found that Su Lun and Xia Xiye had slipped away quietly, and Su Lun gave him a feeling that was more mysterious than Xia Xiye. He reminded himself repeatedly not to meddle in other people's business. What exactly did he know?

"Xiaozhi!"

A familiar voice came from behind. Song Zhi held up his body and looked back, responding with a smile: "What's wrong with Senior Sister."

Li Meng trotted over, possessed Song Zhi's ear and said something, and then the two walked towards the town.

Back to the small courtyard where Zhao Feng originally rented, there was already a figure waiting for them at the door, and it was Meng He.

"Daichi Meng, your body has recovered so quickly?"

Song Zhi asked in surprise. Meng He vomited a lot of black blood that day and walked shakingly. It took at least more than a month to recover.

Meng He nodded, holding something wrapped in black cloth in his hand, and just said lightly:

"Not a problem, let's go now."

After saying that, he raised his foot first, but did not walk out of the entrance of the town, but walked towards the rear of the town.

"Huh? Aren't we returning to Beijing?" Li Meng suddenly felt strange.

Liu Zhengyi shook his head helplessly and said, "Old Meng said he wanted to go to this coniferous forest to take a look. I don't know what he is going to see, so let's go first."

Li Meng's face suddenly collapsed. Meng He was so excited that she was very happy because she could leave this border area and return to the capital soon, but her beautiful wish was shattered.

Song Zhi's eyes lit up. Go to the coniferous forest?

Isn’t this even if I entered the northern border, I happened to go to the northern border to find the Snow Tomb Valley, which is a coincidence.

In this way, before the villagers in the town had time to bid farewell, several demon-slaying masters had quietly left the town behind and stepped into this dangerous primeval forest.

Even though the pine forest was dense, the snow in the forest was still knee-deep. Several people trekked in the coniferous forest, and their cloaks had been dyed white by the snow.

A few days passed, and Song Zhi and others didn't even stop to have a good meal, and they didn't know where they were going, but Meng He remained silent.

The heavy snow fell again, Li Meng's shoulders were resting on Song Zhi, her eyes were red from the cold, and her mental state became very poor.

Song Zhi kept irritating himself. When he left like this in the cold weather, the cultivators of the God Transformation Realm had already reached their limits, especially Meng He had given him some rest time before, but this time he simply did not communicate from beginning to end.

Finally, it was night, and Liu Zhengyi couldn't help but suggest:

"Lao Meng, where are we going?"

Meng He still didn't make any noise and walked alone in the dark.

Liu Zhengyi looked at the weak Li Meng and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Old Meng, if you don't tell me the reason now, we have reason to return first. No one can stand it if this continues."

Meng He in front suddenly stopped, his back was quiet and a little cunning in the dark. As soon as Liu Zhengyi said, he felt a sense of coldness and swallowed unconsciously.

Song Zhi also noticed something was wrong, so he gently placed Li Meng by the tree and stood behind Liu Zhengyi.

Meng He finally turned his head slowly. I wonder if it was because he had not eaten or drunk for a few days, his face looked a little haggard, his cheeks were concave and his eyes were slightly deeper.

He glanced at Liu Zhengyi, looked at Song Zhi again, and finally nodded and said, "Rest."

After saying that, he did not get close, but walked a little farther with the black cloth and sat alone behind a tree.

Liu Zhengyi and Song Zhi looked at each other, looked at the sky and cleared a piece of dry land on the spot, and then dried branches from the nearby pine trees and stacked them together. Then, while Song Zhi's fingers shaking, a little flame ignited the simple bonfire.

The cold night suddenly ushered in the long-lost warmth.

Li Meng also gradually opened her eyes, watching Song Zhi's face beautifully under the fire, and was preparing to eat seriously, showing a smile.

"Hey, where is Deacon Meng?"

Seeing that Li Meng woke up, Song Zhi handed over a bowl of hot water, raised his chin and signaled to the darkness: "Deacon Meng is there, but he is alone."

Li Meng held the water and sucked it, and asked in confusion: "Why didn't Deacon Meng sit here?"

"I don't know."

Song Zhi shook his head. Meng He acted introverted and outspoken and often did things that were difficult to understand, but this time it was indeed a bit confusing.

But what he looks like

Song Zhi felt a little moved in his heart, and suddenly felt a hint of chill, because he felt that Meng He's haggard expression just now was somewhat similar to Zhao Feng he saw at that time.

"It shouldn't be that I was the one who met Zhao Feng at that time. When Deacon Meng beheaded, Zhao Feng was no longer able to do it."

At this time, Liu Zhengyi suddenly patted his butt and stood up, picked up a bowl of soup and said to Song Zhi and Li Meng:

"You guys bake it first, I'll go and see how Lao Meng is doing."

After saying that, he walked towards the big tree where Meng He meditated, and his back gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Song Zhi withdrew his gaze and bit his finger and continued to think about whether there was something he didn't notice.

After leaving the bonfire, Liu Zhengyi walked in the snow, holding the soup carefully with both hands.

Although Meng He is now his boss and has a bad temper, he is still a brother who has joined the ranks at the same time and has known each other for more than ten years. As for Meng He, he may be one of the few people who care about the Demon Hunting Department.

"Dad Angkor"

"Why should I kill or not"

"tell me"

Before he got closer, Liu Zhengyi vaguely heard the intermittent murmur, and his heart suddenly stumbled.

This guy is getting sick again? No wonder

He quietly came to the back of the tree and looked over and found Meng He sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face pale as paper, and his mouth was still muttering words such as killing or not killing.

And Meng He's hand, the thing that had been covered by the black cloth and refused to ask them was also revealed.

It turned out to be Zhao Feng's bird cage. The owl inside seemed to feel peeping. His head turned 180 degrees, and his eyes as dark as chess pieces stared at Liu Zhengyi who was peeping.

Liu Zhengyi suddenly felt his scalp numb, and his dark and creeping pupils reminded him of the demonized Zhao Feng's eyes at him.

Looking at Meng He again, Liu Zhengyi immediately understood everything. The culprit who made Zhao Feng fall into depravity was this inconspicuous bird cage.

Damn, it turns out that you are going to harm Meng He, I will ruin you!

Seeing that Meng He did not open his eyes, Liu Zhengyi made up his mind and sprinkled the hot soup in his hand into the snow, lifted the bird cage and ran back.

The next moment.

Honey!

Liu Zhengyi opened his mouth wide, and before he could send out a warning to Song Zhi, his neck was penetrated by a cold knife.

Lifting his hand and trying to cover the blood splattered in his neck, Liu Zhengyi finally looked back at Meng He behind him, and his body fell down and disappeared.

Pulling the white knife out of Liu Zhengyi's throat, Meng He's eyes turned into the same dark as the owl, and the whites of his eyes were completely occupied by black gas. He looked at Liu Zhengyi's body and said softly:

"Steal, die."

Song Zhi, who was by the bonfire, suddenly stood up alertly and stared at the direction where Liu Zhengyi had just disappeared.

"Senior sister, have you felt it?"

Li Meng was a little confused and stood up and asked, "Xiaozhi, what are you talking about."

"It smells bloody and murderous."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could hear the crunch of snow being trampled. A figure slowly emerged as the firelight shone. He was holding a bird cage in his hand and a white machete dripping blood in the other hand.

Song Zhi's pupils shrank slightly, and instantly exuded his spiritual consciousness. When he saw the body that collapsed in the woods, it was Liu Zhengyi who was killed by a knife, his heart was like an earthquake.

Meng He shook his neck and said hoarsely:

"Okay, I've solved a sinner and I can continue to leave."
Chapter completed!