Chapter 87 A once-in-a-hundred-year crisis for the thirty-six countries in the Western Region! Frost, evil snow, and ghosts taking shape!

Inside the ghost, yin and yang are reversed.

But if it wants to truly take shape, the Mouthless Hungry Ghost must contribute its own memory, which is why it dislikes the Suona Ghost very much.

But smelling the sweet smell of blood and soul liquid inside the stone altar, the mouthless hungry ghost swallowed a mouthful of saliva and finally chose to compromise.

The old memories that had been sealed in dust for more than a hundred years poured out like a torrential downpour and merged into the ghost.

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That was a disaster that occurred more than a hundred years after the founding of Loulan.

An unprecedented frost and snow swept across the thirty-six countries in the Western Region and lasted for a year.

It is known in history as "falling frost and evil snow".

The official death toll was 1,062, but the actual death toll was... about three million.

In the wind and snow.

An old man named Xu, with a stooped waist, was carrying a boy of 13 or 14 years old as he trudged across the Gobi gravel. Carrying a basket of burned charcoal on his back, he headed in the direction of Yan's Manor outside Xili City.

Go.

This is a charcoal seller.

The half-grown boy wrapped himself in tattered cotton clothes, carried a small basket of charcoal, huddled up and said:

"Grandpa, it's so cold~"

The old man's clothes were thin, but he smiled:

"It's better when it's cold, so the charcoal can be sold at a good price."

"These charcoal can be exchanged for dozens of kilograms of wheat. Let's save some. Two meals a day will be enough for me and my father for five whole days."

The half-grown boy was called Xu Ying. When he heard the word "rice", he immediately became energetic and stretched out ten fingers:

"I want to eat for ten days!"

The old man touched Xu Ying's head (ω)(._.`) and said with a gentle smile:

"Okay, one meal a day for you to eat for ten days."

Xu Ying smiled naively.

But soon, I couldn’t be happy anymore…

After walking for several miles, the old man suddenly slipped and tripped over a frozen corpse. He fell forward and fell to the ground.

The basket fell over.

Hundreds of pieces of charcoal rolled onto the snow and soon became soaked.

"My charcoal!"

The old man looked frightened, held his aching waist, quickly picked up the charcoal in the snow, and comforted himself:

"It's okay, if it gets wet, just let it dry."

But when the two of them arrived at the manor after hard work, they were met with a huge rejection.

The steward opened the red door, took a closer look, and rejected the wet charcoal, asking them to come back tomorrow.

Xu Ying was hungry and glimpsed the scene in the manor through the red door from a distance, with delicious food, bells ringing, and countless delicacies being dumped on the ground like garbage.

The disaster relief official inside picked up a piece of fresh fish, tasted it carefully, and then pretended to be angry and said:

"This is too much in the year of great disaster!"

…………

"There's nothing to see, let's go home."

The old man sighed and pulled Xu Ying away.

After returning home, Xu Ying still remembered the fairy-like manor life in his sleep.

After enduring a hard night of hunger, the old man took Xu Ying and hurried to Yan's Manor at dawn, carrying charcoal on his back.

But it's still too late.

Another charcoal seller saw the opportunity and snatched up the good deal of delivering charcoal to the manor.

From now on.

The life of the Xu family became worse and worse day by day.

Xu Ying has never read a book, so he thinks about it day and night, when will he be able to eat for "ten days"?

The old man always said, tomorrow.

But when he woke up, Xu Ying was still hungry.

Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows.

As the period of "frost and snow" prolongs, wheat seedlings wither, weeds wither, and trees become necrotic in patches...

In the wild, hungry people gathered and quickly recovered their true nature hidden deep in their blood - cannibalism.

Hungry people especially love women and children with tender skin and flesh.

Tasty, but weak in resistance.

There are only a few words about this in Loulan history books, so I won’t go into details:

"When we are hungry, people eat each other!"

A grain of sand of the times is like a huge mountain weighing on an individual.

It wasn't until the disaster relief officials not only failed to distribute relief food, but instead robbed the Xu family's last few bags of food in the name of raising military rations, that the old man finally broke down and cried.

He gave his grandson the half bag of wheat he had hidden in his arms.

Tell your grandson to run away quickly, never look back, never come back...

Xili City is a damn place!

Xu Ying walked confusedly on the desolate fields. Not long after, he ran into a group of hungry people who were lifeless and like walking corpses.

Like hungry wolves, the hungry people robbed Xu Ying of the food in his arms and even tried to cook him into a pot of broth.

But Xu Ying was smart and ran away quickly while the hungry people were quarreling.

Xu Ying didn't know where to go, so he wandered to the door of his house without knowing it, only to find that the old man had already died of exhaustion in the abandoned stone house.

"Ten days of food..."

Xu Ying smiled foolishly and fell asleep holding his grandfather's body.

In my hungry stomach, the obsession with hunger gradually penetrates deep into my soul.

When it woke up again, it had turned into a starving ghost, accepting the orders of the Great Witch Zhu day and night.

Whenever he heard "ten days of food", Xu Ying became extremely excited and willingly accepted the drive.

And this experience of dying from wind, snow and hunger, and its deep obsession with food, also gave it unlimited potential to open up ghosts.

With the help of Suona Ghost Rhythm, you can open it in advance - "Ghost Domain: Fallen Frost and Evil Snow!"

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The sky is full of wind and snow.

With the influx of ancient memories of "falling frost and evil snow", the ghosts officially took shape, and the temperature was actually several points colder than before.

Qingzhou warriors like Feng Lebin and Ruan Tiehan have physiques several times that of ordinary humans. They are the longest-lived warriors among the Jiuzhou soldiers, but they are also afraid of two things, which are their nemesis!

flame,

severe cold.

Feng Lebin and Ruan Tiehan were stationed next to the stone altar, enduring the attack of low temperature. Even though they were shaking, they still looked alert, wary of the mouthless hungry ghost Xu Ying not far away, and the even more mysterious Suona ghost.

The two of them are getting weaker and weaker. Even if they are wrapped in cotton clothes, they can only perform 50% of their 100%.

Suona ghost laughs:

"How could you weak soldiers withstand the frost and snow that year?

Kneel down and beg us honestly, we can leave a whole body for you!"

"Noisy!"

A hint of coldness flashed across Jiang Chen's brows, and the qi and blood in his body were as usual. He rolled his tongue and swallowed three blood-tonifying grass fruits into his belly. Suddenly, his qi and blood were filled to the extreme!

then.

Kill him while he's not paying attention!

"Ranger of Han!"

"Speed, drive!"
To be continued...