king of black mist.

Chapter 400 Never Rest in Peace
When moving forward in a snowstorm, one would either not want to move, for fear of picking up a bit of wind, and once moved, one would not want to stop. Li Changzhou ran into Fengxue Town with his people in one breath.

The simple stables can barely shelter from the wind and rain, but there are a lot of horses inside, and the heat emitted makes the temperature in the stables bearable.

A few lamps were lit sporadically on the top of the shed, and from time to time ghosts crashed and died on the lamps.

Everyone got off their horses, and before Li Changzhou could move, a lean man led his horse with his left hand, and reached out to take his reins with his right hand.

"Go! Go into the tavern! I'm so cold!"

"Damn it! My hands are frozen!"

The two nimbly fastened the reins first, and ran to the bright tavern in the distance. They were dragged back by the old man before they left the stable.

"What old man?!"

The old man slammed the backs of the heads of the two of them, and there was only the sound of cloth colliding with cloth.

The snow on the hat and collar was scattered like dust.

The old man quickly glanced at Li Changzhou, and then glared at the two of them.

Looking along the line of sight, I saw Li Changzhou standing in front of the stable door and did not go out. The two of them immediately fell silent and waited obediently with everyone.

"Captain," the old man glanced at the tavern and said, "What's the problem?"

Li Changzhou didn't speak, turned around and saw that the man who was leading the horses for him had finally tied up the two horses, he rushed over quickly for fear of being left behind.

He nodded to the lean man, stepped out of the stables, and walked towards the tavern.

Thoughtful, the old man patted the lean man on the shoulder and followed him out.

"You boy! You are good at flattering!" The rest of the people made fun of the skinny man and followed.

The snow was knee-deep, and Li Changzhou wanted to be the first to use his 'great power' to open the way, but three or four men ran up at the same time, rushing to squeeze the snow away with their legs.

Li Changzhou didn't force himself, he let the wind and snow slap his face, and then looked at Fengxue Town from the lights of the tavern.

The houses seemed to be shivering from the cold, squatting in the night with their necks curled up, like giant beasts ready to get up and hunt at any time.

Withdrawing his gaze, he was already in front of the tavern.

The tavern has three floors, all made of wood, and the lights are brilliant at this time, as if soaked in lights.

Before entering the house, I heard the bustling din, and the smell of food and drink made everyone want to go in.

Li Changzhou stopped again.

People were on either side of him, waiting for his order.

"Remember!" Li Changzhou said, "Don't cause trouble, but if anyone dares to provoke us, do it directly. If something happens, I will be the one!"

The blood of everyone who couldn't wait to wait was hot.

"Yes!"

boom!
The door of the tavern was kicked open, Feng Xue was more anxious than Li Changzhou and his party, the whirlwind rushed in with Fei Xue.

"Damn!"

"What son of a bitch!"

There was a lot of cursing in the tavern, obviously unable to stand the sudden attack of the wind and snow.

Amidst the scolding, Li Changzhou and his group walked in, and the warm lights washed over them from the front like a flood.

"Boom!" The people walking in the back closed the thick door, and their shadows were cast on it, showing extraordinary momentum.

This made the scolding in the tavern a bit quieter—of course, it was also limited.

Li Changzhou looked at the tavern.

The layout is very simple. In the deepest part of the tavern, facing the gate is the front desk and the bar. The open area in the middle is full of tables and chairs. There is a burning fireplace on the left and right sides.

The fireplace was piled with logs, and the logs were piled up to the ceiling like beams.

All the guests in front of them lined up to choose the wooden table closest to the two fireplaces on the left and right, and the middle was as clear as the Chu-Han River boundary.

This reminded Li Changzhou of a picture: two people doing fish therapy are facing each other, and the fish that eat dead skin are gathered on their legs respectively.

These people clung to the fireplace like fish eating dead skin—it was so cold.

After simply looking around, they didn't see Li Qianxia and the others, and finally took a look at the weapons on everyone's waists. Li Changzhou turned his gaze back and looked at the woman at the bar.

This woman is not a waiter at first glance, but the owner of the tavern, with the momentum to drive away guests at any time.

In his thirties, he is very fair, with a mature temperament, beautiful facial features, and a dead gray left eye. He stares at every guest dully and silently.

"Next time kick the door again, I'll tie you up and freeze you into ice sculptures!" the owner of the tavern sternly said.

The old man went up to meet him: "Bring some food, stay for one night, three rooms, and borrow a fire when we leave."

The owner of the tavern looked at them, his living right eye took a second look at Li Changzhou, and said, "Seven people, 12 yuan ice."

"Six."

"At least eight!"

"Seven."

"I hope you will be dead when you come back next time," said the tavern owner.

The old man smiled smugly, apparently taking the curse as a compliment.

Everyone also started to line up - picking a seat that was still vacant and closest to the bonfire.

The old man walked to the bar alone, and struggled to take out a animal bag from his lasagna-like clothes, and took out a handful of ice cubes that were as long as a finger.

"Exactly seven." He put seven pieces of ice on the table.

The proprietress put the ice into the drawer, and then threw the old man three keys: "The door number is written on it, and I ate horse bone soup, roasted horse meat, and some scones."

The old man frowned: "Where did the horse meat come from?"

"If you die, your horse will appear on my dinner plate, and I will sell it at a higher price to make back what I lost from you."

"I'm relieved." The wrinkles on the old man's forehead seemed to be less, "What's your name, young lady?"

After a while, the old man came back and reported the information to Li Changzhou in a low voice.

"The owner of this tavern is 'Della', who used to be a warrior searching for 'Great Power', and later opened a tavern here."

A man who was grabbed by the old man in the stable before glanced at the bar: "Della, what a beautiful name."

"Let me remind you again, Andy." The old man's tone was tough and his eyes were fierce. If he looked like a playful old man when he was chatting with Della just now, he looked like a bear now, "There are three kinds of people you can't mess with when you go out. Women, children, because—”

"Because they are either rich in experience, or they are holders of 'Great Power', well, old man, you have told me this sentence every day since the day I joined the team." Andy snatched the words a little bored road.

He suddenly smiled again, and hugged the thinnest person in the team: "Tali is a woman and a child, you make me afraid of her?"

Andy laughed loudly. In the tavern, his laughter was very 'social' and did not disturb the people around him at all.

Tully pushed him away: "But my captain is."

The old man glared at Tully like a murderer. Under this look, Tully felt as if a horse's leg had been stuffed in her mouth.

Everyone relieved the severe cold brought from the outside, and the old man rubbed his wrinkles vigorously.

After a while, Della came over with a huge wooden dinner plate herself.

"Horse bone soup, roasted horse meat, scones." Every time she said something, she put the corresponding food on the table, "The soup is enough, go get it from the fireplace."

The horsemeat comes in a heap with some dried spices for dipping.

Two pots of horse-bone soup, of different styles--and those jugs on the fireplace, of different styles, evidently from different owners, like the horsemeat.

"It's so cold, does Miss Della need help heating at night?" Andy laughed.

Della smiled.

But before she could speak, the old man roared, "Andy!"

Andy pouted, picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass.

"You're horse bone soup?!" Andy yelled strangely again, "How is it different from the boiled water I melted from the snow?!"

"Of course it's different," Daila laughed. "I use the snow in front of the tavern."

"Isn't that even worse?! Those who stepped on horse manure may have stepped on these snows!"

Della shrugged her shoulders, and her movements were chic and charming: "I wish you good luck and eat the snow I stepped on."

She was about to leave when Li Changzhou called to stop her.

"What's the matter, my next husband?" Della put down the dinner plate, sat down beside Li Changzhou, and stared at him with her chin in her hand.

The eyes of the people around were all looking at this side intentionally or unintentionally.

Glancing at the other party's callused hands, Li Changzhou remained calm and said, "Have any particularly beautiful women visited Fengxue Town recently?"

"Yes, but not recently. I came to Fengxue Town three years ago." Della's watery brown right eye opened and closed slowly, but her left eye stared at Li Changzhou like a corpse.

"Thank you." Li Changzhou took out a piece of solid ice from the animal bag on his waist and put it on the table.

"Handsome and rich," Daila posted, her warm breath blowing on Li Changzhou's still cold face, "It's so cold, don't sleep alone at night, my sister will tell you a story."

Andy's expression gradually became exaggerated, and he was about to speak.

boom!
The door was kicked open again.

Della remained close to Li Changzhou and turned away with her face gradually raising her eyebrows.

As the door opened, the fierce cold wind made everyone in the tavern tremble, cursing angrily, even the old man cursed in a low voice.

But soon, everyone fell silent.

There were more than a dozen people who came in, some with no heads, some with broken arms, some with no legs, and a few crawling on the ground.

Della's expression changed, and she stood up slowly, with a non-smiling smile on her face.

Apart from her, there were no living creatures in the tavern that dared to move.

"Pat," Della laughed, "how was the harvest?"

The only man who was in good health, except for an ice pick stuck in his chest, said a little annoyed: "I found nothing, I fell to my death when I went down the cave, what can I eat?"

They go to the house.

The kettle on the fireplace screeched and boiled.

A man near the fireplace was startled.

Pat, and those who were dead, turned their heads slowly.

"How can there be any living people?" Pat asked Della, but his eyes remained fixed on the man.

They turned around and walked towards the man.

".Save, save me!" The man screamed.

No one paid attention to him, and the rest of the people were as motionless as ice sculptures. Li Changzhou's eyes moved slightly, and he caught up with these dead people.

Crouching on the ground, a corpse with its body broken in two suddenly looked at him.

Li Changzhou felt the people around him suddenly suffocate.

"Help me!!" The man stood up and yelled, and the corpse looked away from Li Changzhou.

The corpses walked over slowly, knocking down a living person on the way, and the living person fell down stiffly, like a sculpture.

The facial muscles of the man stared at by the corpse twitched violently out of fear.

"You...you..." The man looked around at all the living people in the tavern, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression gradually became ferocious.

Li Changzhou is very familiar with this look, he often sees it on Earth.

That kind of look of "Once arrested, the only way is death penalty, so he indulges recklessly and pulls as many backs as he can".

He was not the only one who saw this look, Della, the old man, and many others also saw it.

Except for Li Changzhou, the expressions of these people became crazy.

"Do it!" Della suddenly shouted.

In the firelight of the fireplace, the metallic silver light flashed, and the iron tools rang together.

Everyone drew their swords out of their sheaths, swung giant axes, or set up bows to shoot arrows.

Whoosh!
An arrow surpassed everyone and hit Pat's head straight. The arrow pierced the air with enough force, but Pat only swayed slightly.

"Roar!" The dead people went mad with great force.

The corpses crawling on the ground were also moving as fast as a gust of wind.

The bonfire in the fireplace was picked up and smashed on the dead body, and the flames in the tavern were burning for a while.

The corpses and the living were fighting together, and the light and shadow were projected on the wall by the fire, shaking like a shadow play.

The sound of boiling water is getting louder!
Li Changzhou retreated to the side without making a move, and watched the battle quietly, paying attention to the fighting methods and levels in this world.

What looked like a scuffle was actually fighting on its own, with each group only guarding themselves, even if the corpses had already pinned the other team to the ground and gnawed on the ground, they remained indifferent.

The weapon that hit the corpse will be covered with a layer of faint blue blood, and most of the weapons will be directly cracked by the blue blood.

Blood can destroy weapons, and the corpse is so powerful and fast, everyone is wary of it, and only uses the flames to slowly wear it away.

The flame was obviously the nemesis of the corpse, and after a while, the corpse began to rot as if it had been thawed.

Pieces of flesh fell from the face, hands, and thighs, and the ground burned like oil, but no wood was ignited.

The corpse did not stop attacking until all the flesh was separated from the body and the bones fell apart.

In about 5 minutes, all the corpses in the tavern were turned into bones, and a candle-like fire was lit on the wooden floor.

Everyone gasped.

In a life-and-death fight, his body, which could not be warmed up no matter how much he wore, was actually sweating profusely.

"Damn it!" A man as strong as a horse grabbed the man who was scared by the water bottle before.

He savagely pressed the man on the table and chair, and ignored the shrill and majestic voice of the owner of the tavern, Della, and chopped down with an axe.

The firelight coated the edge of the ax with a layer of gold, and the gold quickly turned blood-colored.

Head straight.

The head rolled out on the floor, gurgling, with a crisp sound, until it rolled to the front of the gate and stopped on the tiptoes of a group of people.

Della still has tinted brown eyes that almost spew fire.
and many more.

a group?

Before everyone had time to relax, their internal organs tensed up again!

Walking in the front was a tightly wrapped child. He looked down at the head next to his feet and kicked it with his feet. A happy smile appeared on his tender face.

The crowd held their breath.

"The water is boiling," the child who was playing very attentively raised his head suddenly, "Is there no one to take care of it?"

On the fireplace, dozens of kettles were boiling at the same time, screaming like an explosion.

(End of this chapter)