Contract Spirit Beast Cultivation Manual

Bai Yuehui tightly covered the wound on his body, the blood still flowed out from between his fingers, dripped into the thick soil, and quickly condensed into ice.

It turns out that the blood is cold, flowing through the skin like ice blades, with despair and desolation.

He overestimated his body and thought of disease too simply, so that when he wandered here, he happened to meet that group of human traffickers.

Their situation didn't seem to be very good, because they didn't deliver on time, and one of the blind man's arms was cut off, which made the originally thin body even more dilapidated, as if it would fall apart at any time.Most of the people were lost, so they had to rely on stealing and robbery to make ends meet.

Bai Yuehui was completely unrecognizable and in a state of embarrassment, but he was still recognizable with that special silver hair in the dark night.

Fortunately, they didn't know that he had killed their accomplice, but he lifted the knife out of a bullying vengeance, so that he could take advantage of it and escape.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, and the barefoot little beggar stood at the door dripping with a stolen reed chicken. Taking advantage of a flash of lightning in the storm, he saw clearly the corpses all over the ground and Bai Yuehui lying in a pool of blood.

He stumbled and wanted to run over, but was pulled out by someone chasing behind him.Outside the dilapidated wooden door came noisy human voices, yelling, begging for mercy, cursing, scolding and the sound of sticks falling.

Bai Yuehui could hear everything outside the door clearly.

His body had become as stiff as a dead man, he could only feel his life passing by, until he lost consciousness in a daze.

The heavy rain blocked all the noisy bloody smells, allowing them to silently seep into the soil.

Everything became orderly and clean again.

Bai Yuehui opened his eyes, and there was a hazy white light in front of him. He struggled to turn around to avoid the glare of the winter sun.

The smell of frosty dust that had condensed on the cold ground penetrated his nostrils, telling him he was alive.

Although this is not a good thing to some extent.

Moments before his heart stopped beating, the divine gift restored his abilities, allowing him to miraculously heal himself.

The wound scabs over, but the lost blood cannot come back, which takes a long time to recuperate.

He staggered to the door of the ruined temple, pushed open the half-closed wooden door, and looked at the little beggar frozen in the mud.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"are you sick?"

"Are you hungry?"

"I'll grab a chicken for you to eat. When I was sick, my mother would cook chicken soup for me. I'll be fine after eating it!"

……

He leaned against the wooden door and knelt down on the ground, the bright white sunlight shone on his dry silver hair, and a long shadow was drawn on the door panel beside him, like a white whirlpool, dragging him step by step into despair and misery the abyss.

He raised his head, the sky was very high, the clouds never floated down, and the dome seemed to be a vast ocean, which was out of reach.

He never shed tears, but felt a chill all over his body, the sound of breathing and heartbeat was infinitely amplified in his ears, and all his life condensed into a thin ice flower at this moment, which would shatter at the touch of a finger.

It turns out that there is no place in the world full of flowers. From now on, you don’t have to look far away. The flowers that will not wither only bloom in the palm of your hand. If you hold them, you will seize the whole spring.

From now on, I will go a long way, with my name and Shuoxue as my witness, I will never suffer from hunger and cold, I will never be powerless to the pain of my close friends and relatives, I will never bow my head to sneak, I won’t be willing to let others down, I won’t shed tears, I won’t be afraid of the sufferings of this world , Don't fall into love and hatred, don't be crazy or resentful, don't be sad or afraid.

I want to go back, go back to the place that once abandoned, ridiculed, and hurt me, I will get what belongs to me, honor, wealth, status, no, these are not enough, I want to control everything in the future, I will be you The focus of attention becomes the source of your fear.

O dormant soul in my body, I make a contract with you, please give me the pride to fight against all this.

The wind shatters the ice, leaving a field of frost flowers.

Silver threads covered the cold corpse, covering the last drop of blood, the sun melted into the pale sky, and fine snow fell.

He pulled back the broken skirt, and walked step by step into the depths of the pine snow.

Different from the bleakness of the wilderness, in the peaceful tavern at the foot of Bailu City, the rustling snow has become a poetic flavor of spring and autumn brewing in the wine jar, exuding the mellow aroma of glutinous rice.

The unlit red lanterns were covered with a thin layer of snow, showing the warmth and loveliness of early winter.

Shi Wanfeng stared at the names of the dishes in the tavern for a long time, but finally couldn't find something that suited our little master's taste, and complained by lighting the table with bamboo chopsticks.

Chi Muyun ordered a pot of glutinous rice wine, and made a small plate of peanuts, and sprinkled fine white sugar on it while it was still hot, with a sweet and greasy taste, which added a bit of peace and tranquility to this ordinary tavern.

"White Deer City is also an ancient city with a thousand years of history, why is it not completed like this now?"

Chi Muyun sipped the glutinous rice wine in his cup, frowned, and kept silent, as if he was worried.

"Hey, hey, I'm talking to you!"

"Uh?"

"……what are you thinking?"

"..."

"I said why are we here?"

Shi Wanfeng reached out to take the wine glass in Chi Muyun's hand, and drank the remaining glutinous rice wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Tsk, there's no smell of alcohol at all."

"...can't you pour yourself a glass?"

"It's okay, I don't hate you."

"..."

Chi Muyun watched the ass of the annoying ghost in front of him move closer to her, and put an arm on his back, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and was about to start talking nonsense, rolled his eyes calmly, and pulled his clothes together The sleeve looked out the window, not going to talk to this fool.

"Hey, let me say, what are you going to do? Don't you just want to come here to see this broken fur and snow?"

Shi Wanfeng withdrew her arm resentfully, sat on the stool and wobbled, feeling bored.They ran away in the wilderness, and accidentally met an ownerless horse with a red mane. Chi Muyun suddenly followed the horse all the way to White Deer City as if obsessed.

Now the person is sitting on a chair, and his heart and soul don't know where to go.

Chi Muyun suddenly supported his forehead, rubbed his temples, and said wearily:

"I have a bad feeling about it."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Chi Muyun didn't answer, but just sighed softly.The slightly haggard Yun Meier is like the exquisite grilles on Xiaoxuan's window, which is very pitiful.

Shi Wanfeng leaned on the table, raised her eyes and secretly looked at his long eyelashes, feeling as if there was a layer of crystal clear frost on them.

"I'm a little tired. I'll go upstairs to rest for a while. Don't cause trouble for me. Be honest."

Shi Wanfeng watched the figure of the beauty go upstairs, and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, stuffed in her chest, feeling depressed.

In fact, this person seems to have no shortcomings other than his poisonous tongue.But how can there be such a perfect person?Such a perfect person, why is he always depressed?The wrinkled brows are like sugar knots that cannot be melted away.

He squeezed the wine glass in his hand, talking to himself.

"How can such a wonderful person be willing to look at me?"