Zheng Lei Peak.
The night was deep.
Li Qingshan was talking quietly with Nurse Momo in the house, illuminated by the flickering oil lamp.
Since his breakthrough into the Divine Phase Realm, Li Qingshan had more time to spend with Nurse Momo, and he was not stingy with his time.
Mostly, aside from time spent consolidating Divine Observation, he was with Nurse Momo, or roaming the disciple towns on Zheng Lei Peak.
Or walking the streets of Golden Light Prefecture, browsing the jewelry stores, and so on.
He truly enjoyed this leisurely life.
Maintaining an elderly appearance, he aged alongside the beauty of his youth, supporting an oil-paper umbrella, strolling through the light snow.
Experiencing spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
It had a taste all its own.
Nurse Momo might have been tired, as she dozed off while chatting with Li Qingshan.
She lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Li Qingshan carefully pinched the corner of the blanket for her.
The beauty of his youth had aged, but traces of her younger self were still faintly visible.
These were parts of his cherished memories.
Suddenly, Li Qingshan's expression shifted slightly.
He slowly stood up, adjusted the firewood in the stove to ensure the room temperature was just comfortable, and then stepped out of the house.
The snow continued to fall relentlessly under the night sky outside the house.
At a glance, Li Qingshan knew that under such heavy winter snow this year, a snow disaster was inevitable, claiming many innocent lives.
He walked through the corridor and saw Lu Chi, still sweating profusely in the courtyard.
Big Head Lu Chi's eyes sparkled, his body surged with qi and blood, and every move was incredibly resolute.
Perhaps stimulated by something that happened to Xi Xi, the four-year-old Xi Xi was already at Blood Exchange Level Five, while Lu Chi had yet to step into the Qi Channels, which made him very anxious.@@novelbin@@
He felt a terrifying sense of being overtaken.
He remembered back in Fei Lei City when Lu Chi first saw Xi Xi; she was just a little girl undergoing Skin Refinement.
"A sense of crisis..." Li Qingshan shook his head.
Having a sense of crisis is good.
"Come quickly!"
Li Qingshan could not afford leisure, immediately put on the Bull Demon Mask, and hurried down the mountain.
It wasn't far from Heart Monkey Temple.
By the time he arrived...
Even the daylilies would be cold!
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It was a dark and windy night, with heavy snow swirling around.
The world was freezing, cold to the bone.
Li Che, wearing the Bull Demon Mask, stood on the eaves, his eyes under the mask profoundly deep.
He emerged from the darkness, taking a few silent leaps to reach a higher spot.
Sensing the Zhong Kui Statue's aura detected by the Heaven and Earth chessboard, he looked in the direction of the aura, unable to contain the killing intent in his heart any longer.
It was a small courtyard.
From a high vantage, piercing through the night.
In the courtyard, an extremely gruesome scene unfolded with countless skeletons piled up, densely packed and wearing various old clothes, including men and women, both old and young.
Clearly, these were refugees from the winter, victims of a sweeping snow disaster.
These refugees who had survived the snow disaster, only to die and become skeletons in this Ghost Temple.
It was like a scene from Hell, with countless bodies piled up, overflowing with Death Qi and chilling cold, as if the gates of Hell's Gate had opened, with the souls of the deceased refugees turning into fierce ghosts, slowly rising from their bodies.
Countless wafts of Death Qi surged from all directions like a tide.
Like the fire in an alchemist's furnace, only these flames were black, refining the souls of the refugees in the courtyard into vengeful spirits.
Li Che never considered himself a hero, but seeing such brutal imagery still made him feel shocked and angry.
His intent to eliminate the Corpse God Cult intensified like never before.
His gaze shifted.
He was searching for the sensed Zhong Kui Statue and Monk Fakong.
His gaze landed at the entrance of the courtyard, where he saw amidst the endless rolling black Death Qi. Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire
A thin, gaunt figure sat cross-legged with hands clasped together, bound by cold chains, chanting the Rebirth Mantra.