The tips of Lan Min's ears trembled uncontrollably because of the cold, but they happened to touch the cheek of the thing holding her.

Hard and rough, like skin made of scales, cold and terrifying.

Lan Lin's hair is creepy.

The thing said again: "Say - words -"

rustle--

The heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the visitor seemed to be in a hurry. Lan Min suppressed his urge to scream, looked out of the corner of his eye, and saw a tall, blurry figure running towards him.

"Beishan!"

Fear confused Lan Min's mind. At this moment, he believed in his own judgment as if he was grasping at straw: Beishan was here to save him.

When the visitor was less than half a meter away from him, Lan Min leaned out, struggled and stretched out a hand to grab him.

Got it!

But not the touch of human skin.

Sticky, cold, pliable, disgusting and terrifying, all entangled together, reminding Lan Min of entangled poisonous snakes.

What did he catch? Lan Min's heart sank into the ice cellar.

As if he accidentally touched a red-hot iron, Lan Min suddenly retracted his hand. But the thing he grabbed didn't want to let go of him. It twisted its disgusting body crazily and wrapped it around him, twisting his arm and exerting force, thinking

Pull him down.

The tall figure suddenly collapsed. It was not the northern mountain that Lan Min thought it was, but the illusion given to him by countless venomous snakes coiled together.

Lan Mo seems to have a huge attraction to these venomous snakes, and they come like a tide.

"Well..."

The venomous snake on his leg was the first to wrap around him. The cold snake body slid and wrapped around his knees to his thin ankles, pulling him.

They're going to pull him down!

"There are snakes! Lots of snakes! They're trying to pull me down!"

Lan Min didn't hesitate to ask for help like the monster holding him. At least it could communicate and understand his own words.

"Snake?" the monster asked dully, "Where is it?"

A scaly hand touched down from the top of Lan Min's head. The slow movements made Lan Min simply unbearable.

The fear of snakes took over. Lan Min gritted his teeth and grabbed the terrifying hand, put it on his arm, and said urgently: "The snakes are down there, and they want to pull me out of your arms!"

Lan Min's words seemed to stimulate the monster's nerves. The monster's hand suddenly moved, and it violently found the snake body and tore it off piece by piece. The snake's blood dripped down Lan Min's wrist, and the fishy smell filled the cave.

"There are them on my legs too! They are still pestering me!" Lan Min's voice sounded like she was about to collapse.

He held Lan Min's legs with his big hands and lifted them up. Lan Min's gaze suddenly shot up, and the top of the cave was right above his head - he was sitting on the monster's neck.

The venomous snakes on his ankles and knees were torn off by the monster. The center of gravity was too high. In order not to fall, Lan Min had to bend his upper body and hold the monster's head with both hands.

Snake blood dripped from the tips of Lan Mo's shoes and fell between the monster's legs.

This monster also has scales on its face, but its hair is soft and flies with the monster's movements.

Lan Min reached out and touched the top of the monster's head to the ends of its hair. Full of suspicion, he hesitated and shouted: "Beishan?"

"What's wrong?"

The slow answer is like a stuck tape.

Sure enough, it has always been Beishan.

So...what's going on with the sleeves?

Lan Min didn't remember that he had amnesia and couldn't see in the dark. He lowered his arm and touched Beishan's neck.

There are scales and they are wet. Is this from sweating?

“Don’t—don’t—touch”

Going down to the neckline, my hand moved to the side and touched something slippery and soft that was turned over. It felt great to the touch and felt...like skin.

Lan Min frowned and twirled it with his fingertips in disbelief. It was very pliable. At this time, Beishan's body trembled and he said dissatisfiedly: "Itchy-"

Lan Min ignored Beishan. He touched Beishan's other arm without belief. The same situation happened.

Beishan is... molting?

The husband is an evil spirit and the stepson is not a human being either?

Lan Min was shocked by this horrific family relationship.

There was a weak wind in the cave, and it seemed that the depths were connected to the outside world. It didn't take long for Lan Mo to feel the light coming from the outside world.

Just when he wanted to take a closer look at what Beishan looked like now, a piece of clothing fell from the sky and covered his head to prevent him from being exposed to the light.

Lan Min lifted up a corner of Beishan's clothes to let in some light. With this little light, he saw golden-green semicircular scales growing on Beishan's side face near his ears.

When the light shines on it, the scales shine brightly, like polished gemstones. A layer of transparent and flexible skin adheres to the scales, barely falling off, mixed with dripping unknown liquid.

Lan Mo looked down at Beishan's arm with a dull face. Sure enough, there were tiny scales on the elbow. The "sleeve" he touched before was the thin film covering the scales.

"Cover - OK"

Beishan's speech was slurred, as if there was something in his mouth. Lan Min recalled Beishan's abnormal speaking tone and found that it was not like he simply spoke slowly, but more like he was trying to adapt after his language skills had deteriorated.

Beishan... what exactly is it? Where is it taking itself?

The clothes were tightly gathered by Bei Shan, and Lan Min sat on Bei Shan's neck, like a veiled bride who cannot see anyone.

Lan Min lowered his head and looked at the steep and uneven ground beneath his feet.

The wind was getting stronger, and the ground was suddenly cut off. Lan Min's pupils shrank, and he realized that Beishan was now standing on the edge of the cliff with his back.

An old vine was pulled over from the cliff by Beishan. He took Lan Min down, wrapped it in clothes, then wrapped the vine around his waist, and then tied Lan Min and himself together.

"Beishan?" Lan Min panicked when he realized what Beishan was going to do. He didn't want to climb the cliff, even if he was being carried on his back.

He couldn't stand it.

"Let me go..." The tightly wrapped young man resisted, struggling in panic under the restraints of the vines.

Beishan carefully tied Lan Min to his back, his movements were gentle, but he did not allow Lan Min to refuse, "You - are - mine -"

When Beishan climbed the cliff, behind him, the white vest covering Lan Min was slowly wet with tears, highlighting the beautiful and sad face of the beauty inside.

Gravity made Lan Min fall down, but the vines firmly bound him to Beishan. Through a layer of white cotton, Lan Min's misty tearful eyes saw the black shadows passing one after another on the opposite mountain wall, neatly embedded in them.

In the mountains.

What is it?

Beishan climbed the cliff very fast, and Lan Min's body, which was tied by the vines, was already numb. He rolled his eyes and saw a black thing passing by from the corner of his eye.

Square and square, nailed to the mountain wall.

Lan Min's head was pounding, and he realized what those many black shadows he had just seen were.

coffin!

All coffins!

This mountain is a cemetery.

"You'll know when we get here." Beishan said to him at that time.

Beishan, came to Fengshan to find his father's body.
Chapter completed!