This reply is very general, but when asked further, the Secret Master's Record has no further details.

Being in a dangerous situation, but unable to restrain the chicken, even a piece of clothing to keep out the cold has to be provided by others.

The winding path in the ice and snow ahead stretches deeper into the village, where there are many wooden houses, thick white mist comes out of the straight chimneys, and the aroma of the food fills the air.

Such a peaceful scene cannot arouse the warmth of Willow. Anyone who theoretically only has three days left to survive will not be happy, even if he can survive in an alternative way after that.

At this time, Yang Liu thought of the strange power.

Since a G-level weirdness can create the soul world, then other weirdnesses that are essentially the same as it can probably coexist, right?

He tried to sense the existence of time-stopping and soul-eating strange powers.

Special energy flows through the body.

Can be used!

Finally, I still have some ability to save my life...

In a G-level weirdness, even the current level of strength is not enough to compete with it.

But [Spirit Realm], this G-level weirdness itself, will not care about the existence of Yangliu.

It was just its instinct to randomly get involved with the secret master. It did not take the next step towards Yangliu, which proved that it was not enough to pose a threat to Yangliu, and there was no need to care for it.

Then, he tried to escape.

It would probably turn a blind eye, right?

Although the young man leading the way looked naive and looked like a warm-hearted person who was harmless to humans and animals.

But when everything around you is unknown, it is still necessary to be cautious.

If G-class weird events are terrifying enough to create an orderly world, then how can Yangliu distinguish between reality and illusion?

There was a biting coldness in the soles of my feet.

Yang Liu's eyebrows twitched.

I was just looking for ways to analyze my life, and I didn't notice even one of my socks was missing.

Fortunately, this G-level weirdness gave him the last bit of dignity, including his clothes and socks, otherwise how embarrassing would his naked soul be?

Yangliu hunched over and took off the other sock casually. It would be more troublesome to get soaked while walking on the snow later, and it would directly freeze on the feet.

We walked for about three or four minutes.

Yangliu was then brought to the destination.

Only a dozen meters away, dozens of ancient wooden houses were built against the snow-capped mountains in an orderly manner. The cedar roofs of the partial houses were stained with accumulated moss, and neatly bundled dry firewood stood at both ends of each wooden house.

There were big geese with thick feathers calling in twos and threes in front of and behind the house, and yellow dogs curled up and asleep under the eaves, enjoying the breeze and sunset with their eyes closed.

There are many yellow buds hanging under the eaves, and the colorful underpants and long cyan headbands fluttering in the wind on the clothes-drying pole set up with wooden sticks on the terrace outside the courtyard decorate the wooden house in a simple and elegant way.

And natural.

When you walk into the young man's home, the most eye-catching thing is the fire pit.

There is always a pile of firewood burning in the fire pit, and a brick of blackened bacon hangs above it, and the faint scent of bacon permeates the room.

I saw a family sitting around the fire, chatting about homely things, warm and comfortable.

The young man's name is Sapporo.

Even if you are married and have a family, you still live with your parents.

The two old men learned that Yangliu was a guest from the real world and pulled him to sit down by the fire.

Sapporo's father waved his hand, and Sapporo's mother took Sapporo's wife and children to the back room.

The dark cauldron made a gurgling sound of boiling water in the fire, and the rice cooked in the cauldron and the stewed meat were particularly fragrant.

The elderly Ji Ji was smoldering a dry tobacco by the fire pit. He slowly rolled a piece of tobacco leaf into a long cone-shaped roll in his hand, then slowly lit it and took a puff with squinted eyes.

Sitting in front of the fire, Yang Liu naturally looked out the window opposite.

Through the window, I saw three or four hot springs surging about a hundred or two hundred meters away, and the warmth next to them was like spring.

Ancient trees and wooden houses stretch out into natural pavilions, wooden buildings, and stone steps into pavilions, as if they are living in the clouds, fog, and sky...

Yang Liu was fascinated by it unconsciously.

A strange color flashed across the old face of the note, and he chuckled: "Hey, are you envious? Do you want to live there? It's just a pity, that's where the mayor lives, and they were selected by the master of this world.

They possess power that we cannot possess, and naturally occupy a good place.

It stands to reason that you should also have powers that we don’t have, right? There are also many powerful people from the real world... They often have the ability to compete for the position of mayor...

Each town is an independent entity, with thousands of households occupying vast areas of land, although most of the land is infertile."

"It sounds like you know a lot about the real world outside the spiritual space..."

Sapporo handed Yangliu a piece of dried meat and a bowl of wine, "These are passed down from our ancestors, and we must be very clear about our origins.

We cannot betray our ancestors, let alone ignore the truth. Once we choose to forget, then like most spiritual beings, we will completely become tools of this world."

"Are you saying that most of the other spirits are not like you? They have probably become loyal followers of the mayor, right?"

The note brushed the flames with his hand, and then put his hand on the old cheek, with a smile, "You are right, but when it comes to their own interests, they will also raise a butcher knife to the mayor, this world and the real world

It also shows human nature nakedly, and all kinds of desires are the means of this world..."

"Now I seriously suspect that there are ulterior secrets behind this world."

Sapporo spread his hands, "Few people can know this secret because not many people have this qualification."

Yang Liu roasted the dried meat on the fire and dipped it in wine. "Your meat is so delicious."

"This is the first time I've seen someone dip meat into wine."

“You’ll get used to it after seeing it a few times.”

Sapporo smiled and said, "If you eat meat without garlic, the flavor will be half as bad. Do you want garlic?"

"want!"

Sapporo took a head of garlic from the kitchen and threw it to Yangliu.

He peeled off a willow tree and ate the meat into his stomach. "You are covered in ice and snow. How did you grow these garlic and grapes?"

"Although it is covered with ice and snow most of the time, there is still one month of spring in the year when the flowers bloom. During this month, the plants grow extremely fast and can almost mature within a month."

"It's really strange."

As we talked, the night soon got late.

The moonlight brought a touch of silver and shone into the house from the window.

"It's a bit fast when night falls..."

"We only have twelve hours in this day... half of it is night and half day, so it seems a bit fast."

"So you only sleep three or four hours a day?"

"That's enough... Well, I have to tell you something." The note pursed his lips and said: "After dark, there will be monsters. These are a group of ferocious guys. Please remember, after dark... don't open the door.
Chapter completed!