The wind and rain outside the Zhaitang are not stopping, the north wind is whistling, the outside is black whistling, the light of hundreds of candles in the Zhaitang seems to be unable to suppress the overwhelming night outside, the whole Zhaitang is wrapped in horrible elements, and the black fear seems to tear the whole Zhaitang.

A bitter cold wind blew out of the gate of the Zhaitang, circled around the empty Zhaitang, and rolled over the people.

The cold wind was biting, and terror seemed to rise from the backbone of the people. Apart from the cold son, everyone could not help but shiver with the ice cream....