White snow is falling in the sky, the extremely cold Arctic is floating, and the floating icebergs are moving slowly.

The icy cold sea water was undulating slightly, and an old man was standing on an iceberg wearing a thin coat. In this sub-zero temperature place, the old man was wearing thin clothes, but his face was as normal.

Calm and indifferent.

The cold wind was biting, blowing large amounts of snow and fog, and the old man's thin coat was rustled by the wind and snow.

Next to the old man, a middle-aged man who was also wearing thin clothes looked at the ice field in front of him with a tired expression, and the fluttering ice floes were moving slowly.

Ice and fog filled the air, and the huge sea of ​​ice was quiet and peaceful. The sun, which seemed to never set, shone on this sea of ​​ice.

Warm and cold.

But suddenly, the sea surface churned, the ice floes were pushed up inch by inch, and the ice surface suddenly shattered.

Ice chips splashed everywhere, and under the sea, a huge creature emerged from the water, with green trees growing on its head, and an ancient coffin on its back. The chains collided violently, and a dull but crisp sound echoed throughout the ice sheet.

The water waves rose hundreds of meters, the giant thing fell back into the water, and darkness spread outside.

The huge waves slowly subsided and the glaciers floated, it was so terrifying.

On the glacier, the old man had no expression on his face and no waves in his ancient well. He just watched this scene quietly, silently.

The middle-aged man's sleeves were bulging, the wind and snow were passing by, and a hint of gloom flashed across his tired face.

Kunpeng entered the sea with a momentum like a rainbow. The middle-aged man suddenly slapped the old man on the back of the head and said in an extremely unkind tone:

"Little one, you're not young anymore. Why don't you just keep guarding your own three-quarters of an acre of land?"

"What the hell, it's fine now. Gui Kun ran away. If I hadn't come quickly, you would be gone."

The middle-aged man slapped him again. The howling wind and snow made the old man swallow his saliva, but from the beginning to the end, the old man had no intention of avoiding it.

"You're so old, why can't you just wait for death in your wretched place? You want to make such a fuss, look at what you've done, a good Tianshui Village has been dragged to the North Pole by you."

"What, do you think you are too idle or do you think I am too idle? You must give me something to do?"

The middle-aged man stared at the old man with an unkind expression, his tone was extremely rude, and he showed no respect at all because of the old man's old appearance.

Respecting the old and caring for the young doesn't seem to work for him.

Hearing these words of the middle-aged man, the old man felt a little resentful and reached out to rub the back of his head.

"Master Li, this is actually something I didn't expect. The fierce ghost in the ghost mirror is really outrageous. If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, the ghost Kun would be gone."

The old man looked at the middle-aged man with a wry smile, feeling very helpless. What happened was really unexpected.

The ghost inside the ghost mirror was so terrifying that he almost killed him just after leaving the ghost mirror.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and Master Li hadn't arrived in time, Gu Kun and the ancient coffin would have been eaten.

That thing was simply too terrifying, especially when it came out in front of the young man's face, he thought that the young man didn't like him and came back to kill him.

Although it was later confirmed that the thing had grown almost the same since then, and none of the others were the same.

But even this frightened him quite a bit.

When the middle-aged man heard what the old man said, he slapped him again without saying anything:

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect, that some stupid woman said that, and those little bastards said that too, what the hell did you think of?"

The middle-aged man angrily slapped the old man on the back of the head with great force. The sound of winter, winter, winter sounded in the ice field.

The old man felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only endure it honestly.

After all, he was the oldest person that Master Li could see at first sight. He had liked to follow Master Li since he was a child, even in his prime.

If Master Li hadn't kicked him out at that time, he felt that he probably would not have left Master Li.

In the biting wind and snow, the middle-aged man, perhaps tired from filming or for some other reason, finally stopped and looked angrily at this thing that he had been unable to grasp since he was a child.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Tell me whose face the spy is wearing right now, male or female, old or young."

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's question, the old man rubbed the back of his head and quickly answered:

"That fierce ghost currently has the face of a young man. You have seen this young man, Mr. Li. He is the junior named Lin Qian."

He also knew Lin Qian. After meeting Lin Qian once, he went out to inquire about the situation outside.

After all, it is not uncommon for young people to be so deeply involved in marriage and not yet dead. In addition, the devil in that kid is somewhat special, so it is normal for him to pay attention to him.

"Is it that kid? No wonder I didn't learn about the theft immediately."

"It turns out it's because of this kid."

The middle-aged man suddenly realized and couldn't help but feel a little helpless. The ghost paintings were very special, special enough to block the records in his book. In addition, the boy was too involved in his marriage and other reasons.

The combination of various reasons led to him not knowing that the plagiarism had come out.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man sighed inwardly and looked at the sea surface that was slowly returning to calm. Under the surface, a huge black shadow swam by. A thousand-meter-long fish carried an ancient coffin on its back, with a green tree growing above it.

For Kunpeng.

"Watch this place carefully. Don't let this thing leave, let alone let the contents of the coffin come out. It's no joke if anything escapes from here." The middle-aged man said slowly.

"I know that as long as I don't die, nothing here will escape." The old man said with a serious expression.

He was very clear about the seriousness of this matter.

The middle-aged man nodded, turned his head and looked behind him, his eyes flickered slightly, and finally sighed without saying anything.

"Is Dajing over? After all, it has disappeared into reality. I am very satisfied with the answer I paid for with my life."

The middle-aged man walked towards the back with an expressionless face, stepped over a stiff and dead penguin, and disappeared into the wind and snow, without knowing where he was going.

The old man stood there quietly, watching the middle-aged man leave, his eyes blurred, as if he recalled some memory.

There was such a conversation in that somewhat moldy era:

A little boy with green eyes and a childish voice asked the middle-aged man sitting next to him, his young face full of confusion:

"Master Li, can we really end this era?"

"I don't know about this, but it looks promising." The middle-aged man just smiled and replied casually.

"Hope, Mr. Li, hope can help us solve the problem of the evil ghost's resurrection faster?" The little boy continued to ask with some confusion.

"Hahaha, how could it be possible? Hope just keeps us from despairing. It's not that magical." The middle-aged man laughed, a bit dumbfounded.

"Oh, is that so?"

The little boy was a little disappointed, as if this was not the result he wanted.

"Of course it is, but it is this kind of hope that gives us the courage to live. Hope is sometimes scary, but sometimes it is very sacred."

"Anyway, it's a very weird thing, not much weirder than those scary ghosts."

"So, little guy, work hard, hope is on you."

In that alley, on the steps just a few steps away from his home, the little boy listened in confusion to the middle-aged man talking about hope.

They all called that middle-aged man Mr. Li, but he was also called Li Chunfeng.

After recalling this point, the old man's dazed expression returned to normal. Looking at the vast white sky and earth, the old man sighed:

"Time flies so fast. I'm so old in the blink of an eye."

The old man murmured to himself, turned around and looked at the black shadow in the ice sea, his expression very calm.

The deceased was like a man who never gave up day and night, and the road ahead was long and arduous...

Dajing City, suburbs.

At the entrance of an alley, a middle-aged man with an extremely tired look appeared. Looking at the empty alley in front of him, the middle-aged man sighed.

"You have to take care of it, otherwise this little girl will die when the kid recovers."

"It doesn't matter if she's dead, but if I run away it will be troublesome."

"This thing is really hard to find if it runs away."

The middle-aged man rubbed his cheek. In order to stay at the headquarters, he visited all the places of detention in the past two days. After making sure that everything was safe, he came to Dajing City.

He didn't want to lose the watermelon and pick up the sesame seeds.

The middle-aged man walked into the alley without hesitation, but instantly disappeared into the darkness between the alleys.

And at this moment, in the presidential suite of Ping An Hotel, Lin Qian, who was sleeping soundly on the big bed, suddenly sat up.

The confused eyes suddenly came to their senses, and he stepped out to the balcony, staring in one direction with his eyes narrowed.

"This supernatural? Wish ghost?"

But suddenly, Lin Qian's expression became solemn, and after thinking about it, he turned around and went back:

"He disappeared in an instant. Was he being detained or ran away?"

"Forget it, regardless of this, if you are imprisoned, then it is a good thing. It will always be more comfortable if there is no evil ghost staring at you."

"If he runs away, it's okay. He will always be found."

"We can talk about these things after I fully recover."

Lin Qian rubbed his face, walked into the room, picked up his phone, and looked at the date and time, December 14th, 2:00 pm.
To be continued...