Hunter Turns Martial Saint Chapter 180

In the second half of the night, a whistling wind sounded in the wilderness, bringing up wisps of snow mixed with mud particles.

Heavy snow fell from the dark sky. Amid the falling snow, the wind seemed to have a shape. Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be only the lonely sound of the wind that sounded like the howling of a ghost.

Abandoned houses lie quietly in the night, exuding a sense of silence and decadence, like the skeletons of wild beasts that have long lost their vitality, silently waiting for passers-by in the wilderness.

Yanzigou is low-lying and shady all year round. The last snow has not yet completely melted, but it has been filled with tonight's new snow.

In the midst of the wind and snow, a sturdy figure slowly walked over, carrying with him steaming mist and murderous intent that was almost condensed into substance.