The snow girl fell on the snow.

Standing quietly, there was no expression on his face, like ice and snow: "Master, let's go."

Chen Beibei walked to the locust tree and took the little bride off the spider web.

Since everyone goes out to play, they naturally cannot leave the bride at home.

My feet were very soft when I stepped on the snow, because no one had a clear destination, so I just walked leisurely and slowly.

In winter, animals are rarely seen.

The once chirping birds in the woods disappeared, and the cicadas and frogs cries disappeared.

Give people a sense of tranquility.

Pure white, quiet.

It was in such an atmosphere that everyone walked slowly.

"Master, look at the flowers there."

The three-tailed fox's voice sounded, and there was a hint of excitement.

It is undoubtedly a shiny thing to see a flower in winter.

Especially the monster like the three-tailed fox who loves beauty but is not very familiar with the world.

Chen Beibei looked over and said that the flowers mentioned by the three-tailed fox were just a wild wintersweet tree, with white snow falling on the wintersweet.

After getting closer, you can smell a faint fragrance.

"It's plum blossom."

Chen Beibei explained.

"It's winter, why does it still bloom?"

"Maybe it's because in winter, everything withered and it's too monotonous. That's why it blooms."

"Oh, that's right."

The three-tailed fox gently shook the plum blossom branches, and the snow fell down.

"Chen Beibei, some people say that the old man was killed, what do you think?"

Chen Yan asked while looking at his cell phone.

Obviously, she was still following the news.

"I don't know, maybe. But it may also be that I slipped and fell into the water. After all, it's snowing now, the ground is slippery, and the elderly are prone to falling."

"Well, I feel so, too."

Chen Yan replied.

This is just an ordinary world, and killing is too far away.

People would rather believe that it was just a coincidence.

Chen Beibei and the others were walking, and a funeral team came towards him.

The white clothes are the same as the snow.

In front are two children holding white banners, and behind are a group of crying people.

Those people went up the mountain in Qinghe Town.

Is someone dead again?

The funeral procession quickly left. Chen Beibei saw Brother Zhao picking up rags on the road, so he went up to inquire about it.

"The man who died fell into the river yesterday and drowned. He is an old man.

This old man was also from Qinghe Town before, so after his death, he would be buried on the mountain of Qinghe Town."

Brother Zhao said to Chen Beibei.

"Is it the old man in the news?"

Chen Yan asked.

"It should be."

Chen Beibei looked at the direction of the back mountain and replied.

The funeral procession was completely gone, and the white clothes quickly merged into the snow.

After Brother Zhao finished speaking, he left Chen Beibei and the others with a big snakeskin bag on his back.

A string of dirty footprints were left on the white snow.

"Let's go back, it's a little cold outside."

"All right."

"Um."

When they met the funeral procession, Chen Beibei and the others were no longer interested in continuing to enjoy the snow and take a walk.

In the winter in the south, no matter how much clothes you wear, the cold wind will still penetrate into your body.

Especially with a feeling of wetness, it feels very uncomfortable.

When you get home, you can at least turn on the air conditioner or burn a fire.

...

When Chen Beibei returned home, the owl on the locust tree was flying out.

Owls are not afraid of the cold in winter because they have feathers to resist the cold.

"Gugu."

The owl looked at Chen Beibei and the others and shouted softly, saying hello.

After all, she is already very familiar with Chen Beibei and the others.

"The weather is getting colder and colder now, what will happen to hungry ghosts?"

Xun flew towards the small broken house where the hungry ghost was.

Xun saw from afar that the door of the hungry ghost was open.

"Nothing will happen, right?"

Xun couldn't help but worry. After all, the hungry ghost is now the only fellow tribe Xun found in the world, so she doesn't want anything to happen to the hungry ghost.

When we came, hungry ghosts were hiding in the house because their bodies had become like that and they really had no combat power.

If he encounters some uneasy and kind-hearted people or ghosts, he has no way to protect himself.

"smoke!"

The sound of hungry ghosts came.

Xun looked at it in the sound, and the hungry ghost was lying on the snow.

The snow fell on him and was covered with a thick layer.

"Gu, hungry ghost, why are you lying on the snow? Isn't it cold?"

Xun fell beside the hungry ghost and asked with concern.

The hungry ghost's hand grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat...Eat snow..."

There was too much snow in my mouth, and the sound of hungry ghosts was a little blurry.

"If you can't eat the snow, you will die."

Xun looked at the hungry ghost and said quickly.

Although Xun didn't know how Xue came from, she knew that Xue could not be eaten.

Because in the past, some people in their tribe got sick because of eating snow.

Either it is a very small disease or a very serious disease.

I don't know about this.

Anyway, that person is dead.

At that time, the medical conditions in the tribe were very backward.

I even only use some herbs to treat trauma and bleeding.

So no one knows what disease the person has.

But since then, everyone knows that snow cannot be eaten.

People from the tribe, word of mouth.

These experiences exchanged for life will be remembered by everyone.

"It's okay, I'm dead."
To be continued...