As the footsteps approached, neither of us dared to breathe. I raised the rush and aimed it at the vent, waiting for the dead snow demon to fall into the trap.
After a while, an unusually cold breath came in from the vent, immediately filling the snow cave with chilly air. Shen Bing and I couldn't help but shiver. Shen Bing came out of my arms and was about to raise the copper coin sword. I shook my head at her, thinking that thing was just like a toothpick to it, and it was useless.
The footsteps stopped abruptly, and we felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on our hearts, making it difficult to breathe.
The dead snow monster is right at the entrance of the cave. The cave is not big. If it wants to dig us out, it will definitely not step on us. It will just stand on one side, so it won't notice that there is a trap below.
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed outside the dark vent, and with a whoosh, snowflakes flew up from above, and the entire cave roof was lifted up. The dead snow demon took action, and the buddy quickly recited the spell without losing the opportunity. At the same time, the grass in the vase popped out, and the dead snow demon's claws stretched down and were entangled by the grass!
We saw with our own eyes how the Twelve Transformations of the Monster were subdued by the rush. Once entangled in the grass, there was no hope of escaping.
Shen Bing cheered, jumped up, and thrust the copper coin sword into the dead snow demon. I also stood up and pulled the vase back.
Just as the dead snow demon was about to be sucked in, suddenly its right arm that was entangled was cut off from the shoulder, and a large amount of cold blood spurted out, splashing all over my face, and my nose was full of the smell of blood. The dead snow demon then fled forward like an arrow from a bow. Damn it, he actually cut off his own arm, he was so cruel to himself!
I moved my fingers and the broken arm on the vase flew out of my hand and chased after the dead snow monster. Since it was injured, I had to take the opportunity to beat it up.
But the dead snow demon was more ferocious than the wolf demon, and unlike the trap we used to deal with the wolf demon, which left it with nowhere to escape, this thing was really extremely fast, almost supersonic. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, and the rush grass was out of the control range of the spell and fell on the snow.
I ran over as fast as I could, otherwise if I put the rush back into the bottle, it would have lost all its power and it would be taken away by the dead snow demon. Fortunately, the dead thing was scared and didn't dare to come back, so I picked up the rush. But I found that in addition to a bloody arm hanging on the bottle mouth, there was something else that was faintly emitting light under the reflection of the snow.
The flashlight was in Shen Bing's hand. When she came over and shone the flashlight, we were extremely surprised to find that it was actually a Meibao!
A Meibao that is exactly the same as the one that my great-grandfather had!
"Is this dead mountain monster also a ghost, working for the underworld just like our great-grandfather?" Shen Bing asked me with a puzzled look on his face.
I didn't think so, and shook my head and said, "The dead ghost doesn't have the ability to call the wind and snow. Besides, even a monster with twelve transformations can't escape death in front of the rush, let alone a dead ghost." As I said that, I picked the magic treasure off the grass leaf, and the leaf was suddenly put back into the mouth of the bottle.
When I got the magic treasure, I felt the cool and comfortable feeling that I hadn't felt for a long time. It spread from my palms to my limbs and bones in an instant. I felt so comfortable. My energy was quickly restored. I quickly wrapped it with moxa leaves and put it in my bag. Then I tore off the arm, held it in front of the flashlight and said, "The ghost body is an illusion in the world. You can tell whether it is a demon or a ghost by trying this arm."
She took out a golden talisman, chanted a spell to light a fire, and threw it on the broken arm. The talisman fire burned out instantly, but the broken arm didn't react at all. I told her, "It's a demon. If it's a ghost hand, it will immediately disappear when it encounters the golden talisman."
"Whose treasure is this then? Could it be from our great-grandfather?" Shen Bing said with big eyes.
This question made me feel uneasy. Even though my great-grandfather swallowed the piece of treasure, could it be that after he was exiled to Wo Shi in Northeast China, the treasure was taken out and lost in the world
After thinking about it for a while, I felt that it was unlikely. The charm treasure was a ghost's exclusive item and could not be used casually. Besides, this charm treasure contained many secrets that the underworld did not want to be revealed. How could it be lost
Grandpa Taizu and Xiaoxue were granted the Charm Treasure for helping the underworld, which meant that it was not just them, but other people would also receive this honor. There was no need to rush to figure out who it belonged to. Once you dealt with the dead snow monster and had a nightmare, you would know everything.
"Let's go, chase after it and deal with the dead snow monster!" I threw the broken arm away, grabbed Shen Bing's hand and walked forward.
Shen Bing listened to what I said with confidence, opened her beautiful eyes and said: "It's so powerful, can you handle it?"
I laughed and said, "It must have consumed a lot of energy just now because it was blowing the wind and snow. It also broke one of its arms and was injured. I guess even you can catch it now."
"Really?" Shen Bing suddenly became excited.
"Of course it's true. Otherwise, with its ability, it would be impossible for it to be entangled by the rushes so easily and have to mutilate its own limbs to escape. Plus, at such a fast speed, how much fuel would it consume..."
"Bang!" Shen Bing hit me on the head and said, "Come on, do you think it's a car?"
"Then think of it as a rocket. It will consume a lot of fuel..."
I was walking forward while talking nonsense with her, and a cold wind blew over me, making me shiver. I realized that my friend was not wearing a cotton-padded jacket. I hurriedly ran back to pick up the down jacket and put it on, following the bright red bloodstains left in the snow and following him all the way forward.
There is no need to search the soul now. Even if the dead snow monster is invisible, the blood that flows out cannot be hidden.
This valley is basically flat, but the snow is too thick, so I used the Fire Spirit Spell to clear the way all the way. Because I have the Charm to replenish my energy, I don't have to worry about wasting firepower. Following this blood trail, I finally came to a pass, and the blood trail disappeared. Outside the pass is a canyon, and the snow has become thinner. It seems that the Snow Demon's use of the strange snow is limited to the valley, which shows that its magic power is also limited.
We returned to the valley and searched around, but there was no trace of him at all. Could he have gone to heaven? Thinking of this, I looked up and saw a smooth cliff with almost no snow and even grass. However, there were intermittent bloodstains on it.
It turns out that it is just like the nightmare ghost, with its lair on the cliff. This is difficult to deal with. If I had known that I would encounter such trouble, I should have brought Qu Mo with me.
We couldn't find the road here, so we ran into the canyon and finally found a steep slope leading to the top of the mountain. So we climbed up the slope and walked carefully along the narrow ridge covered with ice and snow to the top of the pass. We shone the flashlight down and saw a round hole about ten meters away from the edge of the cliff. There were bloodstains on the edge of the hole. This was the lair of the dead snow monster.