"Everyone hurry up and try to cross the valley before dark!"
In front, the knight leader shouted orders.
Li Qiye raised his face to look at the sky, and then realized that the sun had already set before he knew it, and it was almost getting dark.
Looking up at the snow valley sandwiched between snow-capped mountains in front of him, Li Li couldn't help but frown slightly.
This snow valley stretches for dozens of miles. The road is so difficult to walk that it is almost impossible to get out of the valley before dark. A place like this is the best place for an ambush. The wise move at the moment is undoubtedly to stay in the valley.
They were looking for shelter to set up camp and rest, but these guys actually rushed into the snow valley. Aren't they afraid of someone setting up an ambush?!
While Mo Li was thinking, the temple cavalry at the front had already entered the valley, and Mo Li followed the carriage holding the ghost prisoners into the snow valley.
Entering the snow valley, the cold wind blowing in the face is blocked by the turning mountains and weakens significantly.
There were obviously not many pedestrians in the valley, the roads were covered with thick soft snow, and the speed of the convoy seemed to be slowing down even more.
The wind passed through the valleys of the towering mountains, making a long and melodious sound, like a ghost crying.
The sky was getting dark, and the cavalrymen had lit torches. Dots of firelight were winding along the road in the valley, flickering in the wind. Li Li looked up at the team in front, feeling somewhat alert for no reason in his heart.
She raised her face and looked at the snow cliffs on both sides, and found nothing unusual except for the endless snow and the perennial cold-resistant pine trees on the cliffs.
Her ears caught the faint sound inside the cage, and she turned her face subconsciously. She saw only the gap between the talismans on the cage, and the ghost prisoner's left eye was looking out faintly, the blood-like eye during the day.
In the night, there was a faint glow of blood.
"Woo——"
In the valley, a faint sound of sobbing could be heard.
Li Qiye's fingers pressed down on the dagger at his waist.
Her nine orifices are fully opened, and her hearing is naturally better than that of ordinary people. She was proficient in music before traveling through time, and she immediately recognized that the sound was not the sound of the wind, but the sound of a flute.
It's just that the material of this flute seems to be a little strange. The music played is not as ethereal as ordinary flute sounds. Instead, it is slightly dull, making it sound particularly obscure.
A horse neighed suddenly.
The horse of a temple knight walking in the middle of the team suddenly neighed for some unknown reason, and then rushed towards the mountain wall next to it like crazy.
boom!
There was a decisive sound, and countless snow fell. The horse actually hit the mountain wall, instantly breaking its skull and splattering blood.
Fortunately, the knight reacted quickly and fell down without being injured.
He climbed up from the snow and saw his beloved horse turned into a corpse. He howled in sorrow and anger.
"Ouch!"
Several horses neighed, and then several horses rushed out of the queue and ran towards the cliffs on both sides.
The knights couldn't control their horses and fell down one after another. The galloping horses hit the mountain, and the dull sound echoed in the valley, making everyone change their minds.
"Protect the Son and guard the prisoner!"
The cavalry leader who lost his horse shouted loudly and flew back to the white carriage where the Holy Son was. He shouted loudly, and the knights who lost their horses immediately came to their senses and rushed back to their respective posts.
In the night wind, the sound of the flute changed from melodious to high-pitched. The rough music was like a rusty saw cutting through the glass, making people's scalp numb.
The baby panda reminded urgently, "It's a soul-calling flute. Master, get off your horse quickly?!"