Chapter Eleven Snow Moth

  Qin Zhong and the three others were shocked by the rapidly growing soft thing, while those things climbed up the ice curtain again, quickly turning into groups of white-haired moths.

  These long-haired moths, one by one, made a mournful and struggling sound. Looking closely at their expressions, one was more ferocious than the other. As these moths appeared in increasing numbers, what were originally groups of ten or eight suddenly merged into a swarm.

  "What is this thing?" Guo Dafu exclaimed in surprise.

  Qin Zhong was deep in thought, when suddenly he noticed that the four flags floating in the air began to change. The four flags quickly moved towards the Shamanic robe in the middle, surrounding it and spinning rapidly, gradually condensing all the airflow in the room around the robe. The moths also flew quickly towards the robe, and in this strong airflow, every moth's body seemed to start condensing a layer of frost.

  Qin Zhong looked at everything in front of him and finally said in a low voice: "These are Snow Moths."

  "Snow Moth?" Yingzi heard this name and seemed to have heard it before: "I think I've heard Grandpa tell me about this thing, they are one of the Shamanic magic, could it be that the back of that divine robe has a Shaman's soul?"

  "What a devil's soul this woman is!" Guo Dafu said bluntly, his finger already tightening on the trigger.

  Qin Zhong grabbed hold of Guo Dafu: "Don't be impulsive, let's head towards the windy area. If we can escape, why bother with these fat bugs?"

  "Good!" Guo Dafu seemed to have a bit of a fearless attitude, but he still listened to Qin Zhong's words. The three of them headed in the direction of the palace gate together.

  Before they could even get close to the corner gate, the thing Qin Zhong least wanted to see happened. The snow moths around the divine robe swirled into a ball, like starving tigers pouncing on their prey, each one flapping its wings fiercely and making long, drawn-out humming noises as they dived towards Qin Zhong and his two companions.

  The situation was critical, Qin Zhong pushed Yingzi away with one hand, and the double knives in his hand were broken. With all his might, he accelerated the speed of his knife-wielding hand, and a burst of white light flashed out from the snowy butterfly cluster, weaving into a beautiful net.

  Kwok Tai Fu's handgun fired, and since bullets were limited, one shot seemed to disperse the large group of snow moths. The bodies of the snow moths fell to the ground with a splat, but after landing, they turned into clumps of black mud.

  After Qin Zhong's unified attack, his body was forced to retreat near the ice wall. He felt that this wasn't going to work, and the snow scorpion's attacking method mainly relied on its curled, pipe-like mouth. If he really let it insert its mouth into his flesh, then there was a high possibility that his internal blood would be sucked dry. Therefore, he didn't dare relax even for a moment.

  But he and Guo Dafu both forgot about Yingzi, who was standing beside them with only a flag in his hand. The power of this flag was negligible after all, as the snow moths were relying on the flags hanging in mid-air and the Shamanic divine robe.

  At the same time Qin Zhong was thinking, Yingzi's arm seemed to be bitten by a snow moth. The snow moth started sucking blood, and Yingzi kept waving her flag at it, but the snow moth didn't react at all. Gradually, as the blood entered its body, the snow-white wings began to turn red. In an instant, the snow moth suddenly retracted its mouth-like proboscis and flew towards the divine robe. After it flew into the divine robe, there seemed to be a stir inside, and a faint figure appeared.

  "Yingzi, come here, don't let them suck blood anymore. If they suck too much, the divine robe will revive." He then turned his head and told Guo Dafu: "Fire your gun at the divine robe, quickly."

  At this moment, Guo Dafu's face was also bitten by the snow flea, and a ping-pong ball-sized lump appeared on his face. He seemed to be somewhat annoyed, and he fired the remaining bullets in his pistol at the divine robe in one go.

  It's very strange, after this divine robe was pierced with several holes and shook violently for a big circle, the faintly visible figure suddenly transformed into a silhouette with contours. This silhouette looked extremely strong, and upon closer inspection of his face, there were strange lines drawn on it.

  "Hurry up and come out of the corner gate," Qin Zhong said, trying to push the corner gate of the palace with all his might. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the door seemed to have no reaction at all.

  The snow moth's attack seemed to have no end, Qin Zhong was already sweating profusely, with beads of sweat the size of beans falling down pit-a-pat. When he looked down at the ground again, the snow moths' corpses had almost covered the sparkling surface.

  "Boss, no more bullets!" Guo Daifu shouted.

  Qin Zhong immediately threw out the pistol at his waist, and Guo Dafu quickly caught Qin Zhong's pistol. He raised his hand again, and another burst of bullets hit the surface of the divine robe without exception. The divine robe seemed to have been shot into a beehive coal. As the strong shadow slowly fell to the ground, the flight altitude and attack intensity of the Snow Wing had weakened a lot. In the entire Snow Wing group, it seemed that many had already fallen to the ground on their own.

  Qin Zhong seized the opportunity, his feet seeming to tread on wind and fire wheels, as he shot out an arrow step. His hands holding the twin blades showed no mercy, slashing towards the divine robe. In just a few strokes, the divine robe was already cut into fragments by Qin Zhong's blade.

  At this moment, the four-directional flag was also broken by Guo Dafu's atmosphere. This matter of the flag was a very disrespectful behavior in Yingzi's eyes, but at this time, Yingzi did not show anything, just holding her own hands there, helplessly pondering.

  Qin Zhong saw that the fragments of the divine robe had already sunk into the ice surface, and the drum was now tightly grasped in his hand. With his last ounce of strength, he stabbed the knife fiercely at the drum, shattering it into eight pieces, which scattered all over the ground and sank into the ice surface.

  At that moment, the snowflake fell onto the ice like a dumpling, splashing and crackling, turning into a puddle of mush.

  But the strong body under that divine robe now also revealed its true form, and the strong outline gradually turned into a withered old man. The old man's beard was half curled up, and it seemed that the old man had been seriously ill for a long time. Looking at his struggling appearance, Qin Zhong seemed to have understood the old man's current situation.

  His knife was mercilessly pressed against the old man's neck, and Qin Zhong asked in a rapid breath: "You, what are you doing here?"

  Guo Dafu was so angry that his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, he rushed up to the old man, grabbed his beard and asked through gritted teeth: "You old rascal, you're not showing respect for your age, relying on your seniority to bully us, shameless! What kind of play are you putting on here with our family?"

  "Cough, cough, you've finally arrived. It seems I've lived long enough." The old man continued to cough nonstop.

  Qin Zhong himself didn't intend to keep the old man, he just wanted to ask clearly about this snow cicada: "Tell me, who are you and how did you end up here?"

  Yingzi rushed over in a hurry, opening his big watery eyes: "Isn't this the grandfather in the painting?"

  "Grandfather? You still call him grandfather, he's his maternal grandfather. What kind of grandfather harms his own descendants?" Guo Dafu was really furious.

  Qin Zhong did not stop Guo Dafu this time, but instead brought the knife in his hand closer to the old man's throat again, as if he had already cut a small opening on the skin of the old man's neck.

  Yingzi grabbed Qin Zhong's wrist: "Qin brother, don't move yet, I know him, my grandfather's house has his portrait hanging in it, he is our tribe's ancestor."

  "Huh?" Qin Zhong's sweat seemed to have disappeared, and he didn't seem to care about what had just happened. After all, his people weren't in any danger of losing their lives; they had only been bitten by the snow scorpion and lost a few mouthfuls of blood, which was no big deal.

  Jin Zhong asked in a hurry: "What is that Snow Wing? Explain this first, and we'll talk about your relationship later."

  "Haha, cough, I used to be a shaman too, but when this ice palace was being built, I was in charge of guarding it. However, that great shaman didn't lift the blood curse on me before he died, and so old me ended up waiting here for several hundred years. Luckily, you guys have arrived."