Leng Hongjian

The wind roars and the earth becomes pale. The sky is low, the clouds are thick, and the earth is dark, deserted, and desolate. At this time, a slender shadow suddenly appeared on the wilderness road, and the shadow followed the shape, like a black line across the clouds and ground, speeding past. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a set of undulating and gloomy hills. His eyes were like cold lightning, and he quickly glanced left and right. His thin lips were tightly closed into an arc with both ends curved downward, showing a stubborn and indifferent look. The cold air was blowing, and waves of whistling blew through the forest tops. The sound of waves originates from the sound of nature. On the uneven hills, short trees stand like ghosts. The shadows of the trees are swaying, the branches are dry and strange, and they are swaying in the wind, like ferocious ghosts with arms and fangs, making it look eerie and terrifying.