Every time he saw someone freeze to death beside him, Yang Ziang's heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife. It was very painful! It was not that he sympathized with these people, but a deep sense of despair, as well as his longing and worry for his wife.
He was worried that his wife would not be able to take it and leave him.
Other than his wife, he was most worried about Han Feng. In his opinion, Uncle Han was already old. Would his body be able to survive in this snowy weather…?
He had already lost his parents. He did not want Uncle Han to leave him again.
Yang Ziang's son, Yang Zhuowen, had just joined the Heavenly Yuan Sect and was still at the ninth level of the Aura Refining realm. Although his status was much higher than that of a mortal, with his strength, he would not be of any use in this war between the two Earth Planes.
As a result, although he had also searched for his parents, the Alliance of Land Guardians was too big. Almost all the mortals had been recruited into the clear snow and scattered throughout the wasteland.
Unless he had a divine ability, he would not be able to find his parents, wife, and children.
Yang Ziang had forgotten how long it had been snowing. Almost every morning, he would see his roommates freeze to death.
At the same time, he also discovered the magical part of the small wooden carving hanging around his neck. Whenever he felt cold, the small wooden carving would emit waves of warmth. This warmth could instantly flow through his entire body. No matter how cold he was, he could safely pass through it.
After learning about the magic of this wood carving, Yang Ziang couldn't help but feel a sense of unfamiliarity towards Han Feng. It was as if he had never seen through this old man.
However, it was also because of the wood carving that Yang Ziang was less worried about his wife. He believed that as long as his wife didn't take the wood carving down, she would definitely not freeze to death like him.
However, as time passed and he looked at the snow that seemed to be endless, Yang Ziang's heart was filled with despair again.
Although the snow in the sky had lightened, it continued to fall.
During this period of time, many mortals had secretly escaped. They wanted to escape to the neighboring countries. Even if they had to give up everything, as long as they could survive, there would be hope.
It was said that there was no snow in the sky of the Cold Night Greater World. It was just like normal spring. Everything was revived and the sun was shining brightly.
In the morning, Yang Ziang was the first to wake up. He got up from his bunk and next to him was the second son of the Wu family, who was sleeping on the street. The young man was in his twenties and was in his prime. He usually worked with Yang Ziang and often helped them do more work.
This was a simple child. Yang Ziang gave him a push, but his eyes immediately froze. He looked at the second son of the Wu family and placed his trembling right hand on his mouth and nose. Then he laughed bitterly and said to himself,"Dead…"
When he pushed the second son of the Wu family, he realized that his body was stiff. At this moment, two streams of tears flowed down from Yang Ziang's eyes. A man in his forties hugged his head, squatted down, and cried.
He missed home, his wife, his son, Han Feng, the shop, and the warmth of the past.
At this time, people got up one after another and looked at Yang Ziang in a daze. Then, they immediately realized that five people had frozen to death overnight in this house!
Everyone was silent. After a long time, a shout came from outside the house,""Everyone, come out and get to work. If anyone slacks off, throw them into the snow and freeze to death.”
Someone in the room sighed and slowly walked out. Their eyes were blank and their faces were sallow and emaciated. In the beginning, they had enough food, but as time went on, they had less and less food. Now, it was obvious that their physical strength could not keep up.
Yang Ziang was still holding his head, squatting on the ground and crying. A middle-aged man who was good with him came forward and pulled him up. He whispered,"Yang Ziang, let's go. As long as we're alive, there's hope.”
Yang Ziang was pulled up by him. He looked at the second son of the Wu family lying motionless on the bunk and tears flowed down again.
Outside the house, a cold wind blew against Yang Ziang's face. He felt a chill run down his spine, but at this moment, the small wood carving on his chest emitted a warm sensation that dispelled the cold.
Yang Ziang rubbed his chest and looked around at the people coming out of the houses. He gritted his teeth and decided to escape. He wanted to find his wife, and then the two of them would leave this place and go to the neighboring plane to spend the rest of their lives. They would return after the snow disaster here was over.
Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Yang Ziang quietly got up and opened the door. The cold wind blew, and his body immediately trembled. He gritted his teeth and went into the snow.
There were mortal armies stationed in the surroundings, but they didn't pay any attention to the fleeing commoners. In this snowy day, if they stayed here, they might have a chance of survival, but if they left, they would only die.
Therefore, other than the soldiers guarding the place in the early stages, in the later stages, they basically let nature take its course. If they wanted to seek death, they couldn't stop them, right?
Yang Ziang walked slowly on the snowy plains in the wind and snow. Although the world was big, he felt like he had nowhere to go. In the middle of the night, the cold wind was even stronger. Yang Ziang was walking when he suddenly tripped over something under his feet. The moment he fell, he suddenly gasped. What tripped him was not something else, but a frozen corpse.
The corpse had obviously died not long ago, so it was not covered by the snow. Instead, it was only covered with a thin layer of snow. Yang Ziang's face was very close to the corpse's maroon face when he fell.
His breath could even reach the corpse's face.
After a moment of shock, Yang Ziang cried out in alarm. He quickly got up and retreated, but then he tripped again. Yang Ziang felt a chill in his heart. He looked carefully at Si Wu and saw countless corpses here...
Yang Ziang was a mortal. The longing for his wife, the death of the second son of the Wu family, the despair for the future, and the shock at this moment made him completely collapse.
He squatted on the snow and cried again.
After a long time, Yang Ziang suddenly felt a warmth in his body. Then, a warm palm pressed on his head and gently patted him.
"Yang Ziang, don't be afraid."
Yang Ziang turned around and looked at a young man who had appeared behind him. This young man looked much younger than Yang Ziang, but his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.
Yang Ziang was no stranger to this person. He recognized him at a glance. It was Uncle Han, whom he had missed a lot.
However, this person's appearance was completely different now. Yang Ziang looked at Han Feng and suddenly remembered the first time he saw Han Feng when he opened the door of Han Feng's shop.
The Han Feng at that time was exactly the same as now.
" Uncle Han..." Yang Ziang hesitated for a moment and whispered. He had a vague feeling that this uncle who had watched him grow up was not an ordinary person. He was silent for a moment and said in a low voice,"You…are you an immortal?"
Han Feng looked around and his gaze fell on Yang Ziang's face. He nodded and smiled,"Alright, Uncle Han is here. There's no need to be afraid. Let's go. I'll take you to find your wife!”
At this moment, Yang Ziang felt like he was in a dream. Han Feng's image changed rapidly in his mind. He was old at one moment, and young at another. As the saying goes, looks come from the heart. Even his expression was uncertain, with a trace of panic.
Han Feng sighed and tapped Yang Ziang's head with his right hand. Suddenly, Yang Ziang felt an irresistible sleepiness and slowly fell asleep.
Han Feng waved his right hand and a gentle light enveloped Yang Ziang. Then, Han Feng flew into the distance.
Three million miles away, Han Feng found Yang Ziang's wife in a woman's house. When Han Feng had given the two of them the wooden carvings, he had left a trace of his spiritual sense on them so that he could detect them at any time and save their lives at a critical moment.
This was the karma that Han Feng and Yang Ziang had planted over the past 30 years. He needed to help them resolve this karma.
With Yang Ziang and his wife in tow, Han Feng sped forward and stopped at the border of the realm gate. There were two light curtains blocking the way between this place and the realm gate. One was the wasteland, and the other was the cold night.
Han Feng put Yang Ziang and his wife down and pressed his right hand on the light screen. He poured out his mana and instantly, the two light screens seemed to be torn apart, revealing a passage that could allow people to pass through.
Han Feng sighed and tapped Yang Ziang and his wife on the head. Then, he left a small bag behind and disappeared.
After a while, Yang Ziang opened his eyes in a daze. He felt like he had a dream. In the dream, he saw Uncle Han. For some reason, Uncle Han looked exactly the same as when he was young.
He sighed and suddenly looked at the woman beside him. He cried out in surprise and quickly pushed her a few times. After a while, the woman opened her eyes. When she saw Yang Ziang, she was also stunned for a moment. Then, the two of them hugged each other and cried.
"Yang Ziang, why am I here? I remember that when I went to sleep, I was still in the shop in the house.”Yang Ziang's wife asked after sobbing a few times.
Yang Ziang was silent for a moment. He looked up at the sky. After a long time, he sighed. He knew that it was not a dream, but reality. Yang Ziang gently hugged his wife and said nothing. He stood up and looked at the passage in the light curtain in the distance and the small bag on the ground.
He opened the package and saw that there were many gold and silver items inside. He pulled his wife and knelt in the direction of the capital. He kowtowed heavily a few times and silently said in his heart," Uncle Han…Thank you…"
He picked up the bag and pulled his wife through the light screen, leaving the territory of the Earth Guard Alliance. Not long after he left, Han Feng appeared where the two of them had knelt. He looked at the disappearing figures of Yang Ziang and his wife with a hint of relief in his eyes.
With his soul's perception, he could already sense that there was a small border city not far away from the border guard realm. He only needed to follow the official road to go there directly. Yang Ziang spent the rest of his life there. Even on his deathbed, he could not forget Uncle Han, who had watched him grow up. However, he would never have the chance to see Han Feng again...
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