I stood there panting, and didn't chase after him immediately. The other party was not an easy target, and it would not be easy to take the things back. I touched my nose and thought, this situation is really a desperate situation, and I have no choice but to fight. According to the lunar calendar, today is November 14th, and tomorrow is the full moon night, so I can't rely on the Qingming Arrow. I thought that among the spells I am proficient in, only the thunder and fire can have a hope of killing the dead snow monster.
Actually, there are many spells to get rid of it, but the premise is that the dead thing must stand there and not move, and the Fire Spirit Curse can probably burn it to death. But this dead thing is not that stupid, and it disappeared before the spell was cast.
Then we have to set a trap for it, let the dead thing jump in by itself, and then burn it into water. Okay, I got it. Its target is the Second Hades, and it will definitely come back. So I went back to the yard, bent down and scratched a piece of snow on the ground to expose the ground. I took out a plastic bag, put the Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire Talisman and a bunch of incense bags in it, put it on the ground, and then covered it with snow. With the preliminary preparations done, as long as the dead thing comes back, I just need to recite the spell.
Then he ran out of the door again, thinking that the dead snow demon injured Lao Qian and made Xiaoli's mother possessed, just to lure me away so that he could come back and take away the second Hades. That buddy took advantage of the situation and used a roundabout tactic on it.
Thinking of this, I ran towards the direction where the shadow disappeared just now, following the footprints on the ground that had not yet been covered, and chased forward all the way. The snow was more than two feet thick, not even above the knees. I ran a short distance and was panting with exhaustion. I could hardly run any further. While standing here catching my breath, I found that the footprints went to the south of the village, not back to Zeng Laojin's house. I felt very confused, but I didn't dare to follow him to the south of the village, so I took a detour back to Zeng Laojin's house.
As soon as I got here, I felt a cold wind coming from behind me. My heart tightened, thinking that it might be the dead snow demon. I didn't dare to confront it head-on, so I ran towards the door to lure it over.
"Hello, I'm Lao Qian!"
I stopped right there. Damn it, it was this old bastard. You didn't tell me earlier, and I had to run back like a lost dog. I turned around with a bit of irritation on my face and asked, "Where is the Snow Demon now?"
I haven't seen him for a long time, but the old bastard didn't show up, and I didn't open my Yin-Yang eyes, so I couldn't see what he looked like at the moment. Because even if I opened my eyes, I couldn't see the dead snow monster, so I didn't waste my energy. Opening my eyes too much wouldn't do any good to my body.
"It was forced to go south of the village!"
I was stunned. Didn't Lao Qian have his brain damaged? Now that the rush grass has fallen into the hands of the Life and Death Sect, only the dead snow monster can force us. How can we force it? Lao Qian's head must have been crushed, or his head must have been put in his crotch, and he thinks about problems like a ball.
"Tell me what you want to say, who drove it away?" I asked him angrily.
“It’s still unclear who took the Sky-reaching Rush and forced the Snow Demon to the south of the village.”
Oh, Lao Qian's head wasn't crushed, it was because he misjudged the situation. It seems that the Life and Death Sect and the dead snow demon are really not in the same group, but they don't seem to want the snow demon to die, it seems that they have some conspiracy.
"Come on, take me over there to have a look."
"You'd better go by yourself. That man is carrying a black wooden plate. If I go again, I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything this time." Lao Qian said firmly.
"What's there to be afraid of? Just think of it as sacrificing your life for the country. I'll erect a martyr's monument for you..."
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't go and take the rush back, something big might happen." Old Qian said anxiously.
I touched my nose, sneered and said, "What big deal can happen? You and Old Yan are hiding here pretending to be ghosts, probably for the Snow Demon, right?" He is anxious but I am not. I want to see if I can make you, a ghost bastard, anxious to death.
"Let's talk about Old Yan and I later. Something serious is going to happen to the Snow Demon. The surrounding area will be devastated!"
The old bastard didn't sound like he was lying. The existence of the dead snow monster might really be related to the good and bad fortune of the surrounding area. I hummed and ran to the south of the village. It was more like crawling than running. My legs were buried in the snow. It looked like crawling. When I ran to the south of the village, I was so tired that I almost foamed at the mouth. My hands and feet felt sore and weak. I really wanted to lie in the snow and rest for a while.
But at this moment, I saw a dark shadow standing not far ahead. It must be the bastard who took the rush. I was tired and thought he was not much better, so I took a few deep breaths and ran forward.
When there was still more than ten meters away from the black shadow, I heard a few "chi chi" sounds breaking through the air, and then I found a flash of silver light in the night sky parallel to my sight. It was a hidden weapon launched by the other party!
I hurriedly rolled on the snow to avoid the hidden weapon attack. Without waiting to stand up, I threw a few copper coins, forcing the bastard to roll on the snow. I stood up and walked forward, throwing a few more copper coins. But the bastard was not idle either, and he fired hidden weapons at me.
Fuck his second uncle, the only way is to roll over. You can basically roll over when you get to him.
I don't know if this bastard is doing something important here, or if he doesn't take me seriously at all, but he didn't move. We immediately came into close combat when we met, and I couldn't see what the other person looked like in the dark, but I felt that this bastard was quite skilled. I used my grappling skills, but I couldn't catch his arm, and he almost succeeded several times.
We were rolling around in the snow, fighting fiercely, when suddenly a gust of wind blew up a pile of snowflakes and buried us. For a moment, I couldn't see anything, but I slapped the bastard on the head, and he kicked me in the stomach.
But at the same time, I suddenly realized that the dead snow demon was nearby, and the cold wind just now was caused by it. If I continued to fight with this bastard, it would probably be taken advantage of by the dead snow demon. So I rolled back and rolled out of this "snow tomb". But the bastard and I were in tacit understanding, and he also got out from the opposite side. We both stood up more than two meters apart, and neither of us made any more moves.
At this moment, the wind blew up like a tornado, violently rolling up the snow on the ground and hitting us. We were immediately thrown onto the "beach" like fragile chickens.
I wiped the snowflakes off my face, took out a bunch of incense and said to force the dead snow monster away first. Otherwise, I will be beaten to death by the snowflakes if I continue like this. Just as I was about to recite the spell, I found that the bastard lying opposite me was holding a black thing in his hand, and something popped out with a "bang".
Grass, that's my rush!
I was about to chant a spell to shrink the rush back into the vase and pounce to take it back, but I stopped immediately, thinking that now was not the right time, otherwise we would both die. For the sake of the overall situation, I should wait until the dead snow demon was killed before doing anything.
I saw the rush fly out of the hand of the person opposite, and fly rapidly to the south. But just after flying a few meters, there was a crisp "crack" sound, and the outer layer of the rush vase turned into a piece of debris and fell down!
Damn it, the rush has become waste!