Chapter 112 The wind and snow were like thunder, and he was trembling.
The further north you go, the darker the sky becomes, and the fiercer the wind and snow.
When the army reached the "Ghost's Sorrow" canyon, 300 li south of Yanmen Pass, a once-in-a-century blizzard descended without warning.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
The fierce wind whipped up the heavy snow, like countless white knives, slicing everything in the world with madness.
The luxurious carriage, meticulously modified by Tang Li, now resembled a small boat tossed about in a stormy sea, creaking under its own weight.
Inside the carriage, although two pots of precious silver frost charcoal were burning, making it warm as spring, the air was oppressively suffocating.
Pei Yunjing sat on a soft couch covered with a white bear skin.
He was wrapped in a thick black fox fur coat and was holding a scalding hot hand warmer in his arms.
But he was trembling.
The trembling was not a physiological shiver caused by the cold, but an uncontrollable spasm that emanated from deep within the bone marrow.
[Boom—!!!]
【Awooo—!!!】
In Pei Yunjing's sensory world, this was not the sound of wind and snow at all.
It was as if a million vengeful ghosts were screaming against his eardrums, and countless war drums were pounding wildly inside his brain.
The sound of each gust of wind whistling through the car wall was amplified hundreds of times, turning into a piercing metallic scraping sound that tugged at his nerves.
Pei Yunjing closed his eyes tightly, his brows furrowed together, forming a deep, unyielding "川" character.
His face was deathly pale, even with an unnatural bluish-gray tinge. Only the veins on his forehead throbbed with intense pain, making them appear particularly menacing.
"Your Highness..."
Tang Li knelt beside him, her forehead sweating with anxiety.
She took the fire tongs and added a few more pieces of expensive silver frost charcoal to the charcoal brazier, making the fire burn brightly and the entire carriage as hot as a steamer.
"How about you drink the ginger soup? It has brown sugar and warming herbs in it, it's nice and warm."
Tangli carefully brought a bowl of thick ginger soup to his lips.
Pei Yunjing didn't open his eyes, but instinctively opened his mouth slightly.
The scalding ginger soup was poured down, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, without stirring up even the slightest ripple.
His teeth were still chattering uncontrollably, making a "clattering" sound.
Tangli reached out and touched the back of his hand.
It felt icy cold to the touch, like a piece of iron that had been frozen in the snow for three days.
"how so……"
Tangli panicked.
It was so hot in the car that she was almost sweating, so why was he still like an ice cube?
What she didn't know was that this wasn't just ordinary cold.
The "fire poison" that had accumulated in Pei Yunjing's body over the years produced an extremely terrifying rejection reaction when it encountered the extremely cold "external evil" of the northern border.
A world of extremes.
His internal organs felt like they were being roasted on fire, while his limbs and bones felt like they were being soaked in ice water.
Coupled with the mental torment caused by sensory overload, Pei Yunjing was currently experiencing a living hell.
"Waaah—"
The wind outside picked up again, becoming so sharp it seemed it would rip the roof off the car.
"Well!"
Pei Yunjing let out a muffled groan, his body convulsing violently.
The next second.
A cold, stiff hand reached out without warning and grabbed Tang Li's wrist tightly!
"ah!"
Tang Li cried out in pain, and the bowl of ginger soup in her hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered into pieces.
Pei Yunjing's strength was terrifying, like a dying person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood, squeezing Tang Li's wrist until the bones were cracking.
"Your Highness! Let go! It's me!"
Tangli endured the pain, trying to wake him up.
Pei Yunjing slowly opened his eyes.
Those usually deep phoenix eyes were now unfocused, their pupils dilated and filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.
He looked at Tang Li, but it didn't seem like he was looking at her; his eyes were empty and filled with despair.
"...Shut them up."
His voice was hoarse and broken, like blood foam squeezed from his chest:
"It's noisy……"
"Kill them... shut them up..."
He hallucinated, mistaking the sound of the wind for the roar of enemies and the sound of falling snow for the clash of swords.
Tang Li looked at the man in front of her, who seemed so fragile that he could break at any moment, and felt an overwhelming pang of heartache.
Is this the God of War of Dasheng?
To protect this land, he turned himself into a monster on the verge of collapse.
"Nobody...nobody's bothering you..."
Tang Li stopped struggling, grabbed his cold, large hand, and leaned closer, trying to drown out the noise with her voice:
"Pei Yunjing, look at me."
"I'm all alone here."
"There are no ghosts, and no enemies."
However, Pei Yunjing could no longer hear.
He was trembling instinctively, and gradually curled up into a ball under the combined attack of cold and noise.
Seeing his appearance, Tang Li gritted her teeth and looked down at the thick brocade quilt.
Since charcoal fire is useless and ginger soup is useless.
Then we can only use the most primitive and stupid method.
"You got off easy..."
Tang Li took a deep breath, a resolute glint in her eyes.
She reached out and untied the belt of her coat.
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