The Black Wind horse cried out in pain, and five bloody holes appeared on its neck, blood streaming from them.
"Come!"
He brought the swaddled infant closer, dipped a brocade handkerchief into the blood, and fed it to the already famished baby.
Though the horse blood was fishy, it was scalding hot and drove off the cold, warming the body. This infant also seemed far from ordinary. After only a brief discomfort, it began gulping it down before falling into a deep sleep again.
"Black Wind..."
At that moment, the rider murmured, "There's no sign of human habitation for dozens of miles ahead. I have to protect the young master, so I can only wrong you..."
After saying a few words, he stepped forward as well and drank deeply of the horse's blood.
After several mouthfuls, he felt a burning heat in his belly, and his spirits rose. Only then did he stand and survey the surroundings.
The wind and snow were vast and boundless. Even a fine steed capable of traveling a thousand miles, after stumbling and injuring itself before losing so much blood, would not live much longer.
Li Fengyu adjusted his pack, then gritted his teeth and cut off one of the horse's legs. Activating his lightness skill, he vanished into the forest by the roadside.
"Chirp, chirp!"
Who knew how much time had passed? Heavy snow blanketed the horse's corpse.
Several birds resembling gray-feathered vultures descended, clawing through the snow and tearing at the carcass. A few more circled overhead, giving some sort of signal.
Clop, clop!
Several dozen mounted riders arrived at a gallop. As soon as their leader dismounted, the vultures immediately let out cries of jubilation.
"Night-Shining Black-Scaled Steed?"
The leader of these riders was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose.