Three days later.

Su Dai's home.

Anle was sipping hot tea in the room and taking a gentle sniff.

I smelled a fragrant medicinal fragrance coming from the small courtyard.

"It's done!"

Su Dai happily walked in holding a small jar of newly made elixirs.

"Friend Dao An, come and try this newly released Shiquan Dabu Dan."

These pills are round and plump, with a smooth surface and no protrusions or wrinkles.

Just smelling the fragrance of this medicine seems to prolong your life.

Anle was not polite, picked up one and threw it into his mouth, savoring it carefully.

Feeling the surging power of the medicine, he praised: "Not bad, the quality is excellent."

These days, Anle has not gone to the animal farm again.

It's not that I don't care about the reward, it's just... I feel uncomfortable getting along with him.

After the relationship with Lu Ming was exposed, colleagues who used to communicate as equals became more or less flattering.

Coupled with the upcoming spiritual disaster, he really had no intention of working.

I simply practice at home day and night and rarely go out.

The only interaction with outsiders is to occasionally come to Su Dai's house to have a meal and chat to relieve the heavy pressure in her heart.

at the moment.

Su Dai's robe was still stained with dust, and her hair was spread in front of her body, looking sloppy.

But at this time, Anle could understand her approach.

It is definitely not a wise move for a beautiful single woman to show her beauty wantonly in a place like this.

Seeing Anle's perfunctory look when answering, Su Dai asked tentatively.

"Fellow Daoist An, you... seem to be in a bad mood?"

"Is it that obvious?"

Anle raised his eyebrows, not expecting that his thoughts would be seen by Su Dai, who was always slow.

"Is it because of that incident?"

Anle and several neighbors vaguely mentioned that the disaster was coming and suggested that they prepare supplies in advance.

But Su Dai was the only one who really listened.

"That's right."

Anle nodded, the tea in his mouth seemed to become more and more bitter.

During these three days of deductions, he actually survived the initial cold wave.

But after the cold wave, it’s eternal night!

Eternal night, this is Anle's adjective for the phenomenon after the cold wave.

There is no day, only night.

The wind and snow are howling, and the chill is biting.

There are still evil spirits lingering in the darkness where you can't even see your fingers.

The entire Akabane Manor, as well as the surrounding areas, fell into such a disaster.

Anle doesn't know how long the eternal night will last.

Because he has never lived to see the light of day again.

Even he is having such a difficult time, let alone the mortals and casual cultivators of Akabane Manor.

Of course, we do not rule out the possibility that [Heaven Abandoned] was specifically targeted.

In these three days.

Anle has actually been waiting for news from the Lu family.

I want to use their authority to remind the people of Akabane Village to prepare early.

But I never expected that there would be no reaction at all.

It was as if he didn't know anything about it.

Lu Ming has written fewer letters to Anle recently, and seems to have encountered some troubles.

In his letter, he vaguely mentioned a foundation-building monk named Xiang Ren, who came from the Red Feather Sect.

The other party may be the source of the trouble.

Lu Ming was too busy to take care of himself and couldn't free up his hands to do things.

It is precisely because of the Lu family's inaction that Anle's mood becomes increasingly depressed.

But it was impossible for him to tell Su Dai about these things.

****

After drinking another cup of tea.

Anle left Su Dai's home and walked to the market after a long absence.

The streets are still bustling.

Shouting and shouting came and went.

There was a constant flow of people.

There are female nuns or women from wealthy families walking through makeup shops and robe shops.

There were young children stopping at the toy shop held by the vendor, their big eyes full of curiosity.

There are also those who lick blood from the edge of a knife, exuding a fierce aura, looking left and right, causing others to stay away.

Walking in the busy streets, Anle seems to be in another world.

Gradually.

Coldness and darkness enveloped the place.

The snow collapsed the house.

The small building with its carved beams and painted columns was empty.

The streets were deserted, silent, and lifeless.

Frozen corpses can be seen everywhere.

There are old people, women, children...

The expressions of many people still remain at the moment when the cold wave came, and they are lifelike.

The scenes seen during the deduction coincided bit by bit with reality.

"Brother, do you want to come in and sit down?"

A soft call awakened Anle.

It is said that the female cultivator Goulan, who practices the marrow-absorbing magic, stood at the door with a smile and waved to him.

Anle was not as leisurely as before. Cold sweat broke out from his back. He cupped his hands and walked away quickly.

****

This evening.

Anle lay in bed unable to sleep.

Even though Xiao Xiaohong was right beside me, the chill kept creeping in.

But the restlessness in his heart still could not be calmed down.

Anle knew clearly that he was never a saint, just an ordinary person.

Since time travel, I just want to live a peaceful life and protect the people around me.

But now, he had foreseen the impending spiritual disaster in advance.

Just caring about yourself and doing nothing, really... right?

Anle stared at the dark ceiling, her mind becoming clearer and clearer.

He knew that no one would criticize him for this.

But, he can do it himself!

This is like.
To be continued...