The horse seemed unable to withstand the wind and snow either, and quickly overtook Li Changzhou and the old man.
"Remember!" the old man roared again—this time it seemed to have nothing to do with how loud the wind was, "Come back when you see lights! Don't go into town alone!"
"Watch out! I don't want to be sipping hot wine in a tavern while staring at a plate of roasted meat made from you guys!" a man in front of me laughed loudly.
The cart and plow had been obscured by the wind and snow, and the black hand disappeared after following for fifteen meters.
'It can attack multiple targets simultaneously, with a maximum range of fifteen meters. There is no consumption of mental or physical strength for the time being, but it is uncertain whether it consumes the soul... I just don't know how powerful it is.' Li Changzhou silently summarized in the wind and snow.
After a brief interlude, the group fell silent again.
The black hand blocked the knife-like wind, but the feeling of coldness prevailed. Even though everyone wrapped themselves up like onions, they still couldn't resist the needle-like cold.
Everyone was trembling.
Because it was even colder to move, the group once again became motionless ghosts, looking from a distance (not very far, you couldn't see each other's faces beyond three meters) like a group of horses carrying tombstones.
This is not a metaphor; at such low temperatures, it is entirely possible to die stiff on horseback.
Li Changzhou felt that if he took out his foot at this moment and tapped his toes, it would fall down like icicles from the eaves in winter. The good news was that he wouldn't feel any pain.
He was too cold to continue thinking, and too lazy to count how many people were in the line.
About ten minutes later, the cart and the plow rode back on horseback, their breath hot in the air.
They didn't stop, circling around the crowd as if they were walking on hot oil—it would be too cold to stop.
"Captain!" the truck driver shouted, "The lights in Snowstorm Town are on!"
Plowhead continued, "But I secretly went to the stables! Lots of horses! Lots of people!"
The old man's face was rather pale. He was trembling as he turned to look at Li Changzhou. He didn't speak, but asked him with his eyes what to do next.
"Go!" Li Changzhou raised his head, squeezed his legs, which were almost frozen solid, against the horse's back, and sped up.
Even if the Queen Mother of the West were taking a bath in town, he would still want to go in and warm up!
Everyone eagerly followed.
It sounds fast, but the snow was knee-deep, and the horse was just an ordinary horse, which had a hard time running in the snow.
The group formed a straight line, changing leaders from time to time to allow the horses that were leading the way to rest.
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