The first day.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and all the prayers before leaving were turned to the opposite side.

Sure enough, no matter who it is, God will not allow it as long as he tries to go to that place. The black exposed part of the mountains in the distance seems to be invisible now, and that place, no matter when it is, cannot easily approach it. That is not a place where people should go.

Are there any living things in this snow field? Someone seemed to say that he had seen some big birds and white-haired beasts. Now, when he thought about it, it seemed that he was just bragging. The wind was everywhere, and how could there be living things in a place where he couldn't even feel a trace of heating?

The only living creature in the world is probably the three people walking. There were originally four, but the one had already merged with the snow-capped mountains before leaving. When the man woke up in the morning, he was found dead drunk on the side of the road and frozen into a whole with the stones on the ground.

A porter tapped all the ice crystals that could be seen on the way forward with an ice axe. It sounded in the wind, and the sound of the tapping seemed to come from a mysterious instrument, slowly, sometimes sounding and sometimes lightly under the pressure of the wind. The second person was a muffled oil bottle. He closed his eyes and followed the sound, groping with his hands. It was not that he didn't want to open his eyes, but that he still couldn't see anything with his goggles. It was better to feel it.

"Do you want to stop and take a rest?" A porter behind him shouted. Mon Oil Bottle turned around and saw that it was the older Laba among the two porters.

Raba is a Tibetan in his early forties, but he looks almost sixty, and his dark face is full of wrinkles carved from milling cutters. This is the result of long-term wind blowing, and his face turns red, a bit like drinking wine. He is the eldest of the three and one of the most experienced porters.

"Can you take a break?" asked Man Oil Bottle.

"If we continue like this, we will only move forward a few dozen meters until dark. It is better to wait for the wind to pass. Looking at the sky, the wind will not blow much time." Raba said, "Otherwise, we will waste our energy here and have no results at all."

"Then stop." said Mon Oil Bottle.

They stopped against the mountain wall, but could only stand and wait for the wind to stop. The other porter was obviously a little exhausted. As soon as he stopped, he almost slid down. He was pulled by Raba. Raba talked to him loudly and took back all his energy.

Laba breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the wind pressure just now was right to continue walking down, but if he continued to walk, he had to chase the wind and walk through this danger. He could not stop, and he might have to walk all night before he could rest. At that time, he could do many things, make a fire, and have a good sleep, so this little bit of pain is worth enduring. However, he was old and could not bear it, so he would rather stand here now.

When Raba said that, he was afraid that the remaining porter would object, but obviously their physical strength reached the limit. The oil bottle had no experience and did not scold them. Unlike the previous horse gang leaders, they would force them to move forward.

In short, the situation was still under the control of Raba. Standing there, he slowly felt that his physical strength had improved. It was better than moving forward for another night and then making a mistake. He was older, he would rather bear it than rush. The accident always came so much that it was at a loss. At his age, his reaction could not be as fast as before.

Mon Oil Bottle was very obedient, which made Laba feel a little disgusted. He was actually a little curious about Mon Oil Bottle. He said that it was the entire Motuo, who entered the snow mountain alone, and there were basically no one who took such a path. This should be the first time. From Mon Oil Bottle's age and conversation, he couldn't guess what his purpose was, which made people feel mysterious.

"You seem to be doing things for foreigners?" Raba took a break and several people were crowded together. Then he asked Man Oil Bottle, he needed to say something. Under this fatigue, if he couldn't hold on, he would probably fall asleep.

"Foreigner?" Men Youping shook his head slightly, "Why do you ask that?"

"In the past, most of the people who hired us to walk these paths were foreigners. They were tall and big, with blonde hair and white hair. Some of them had blue eyes and some were green, like cat eyes."

Menyouping didn't say anything, and the snowmobi was stuck on his face. He couldn't see his expression clearly. He seemed to be listening, but he didn't seem to want to answer him at all. After a while, Menyouping said, "Is it the same way?"

"There are people who walk any path." Raba said, "Every road has different dangers. However, foreigners look for more porters, they want to transport everything in, and they give less money. This road is rarely taken in this season. Otherwise, maybe we can meet one or two people. However, these roads are not really difficult to walk. Everything is easy to deal with when the snow stops. The place you have no road behind is really terrible. I said, every time I walk, I will advise you."

Mon Oil Bottle didn't respond. Every time he talked about this, he stopped talking. Raba thought to himself that he had not come in long enough. As long as he walked slowly, he would retreat one day. The environment here is not something that ordinary people can bear.

"Then why are you here?" Men Youping asked for a long time.

Laba was silent for a moment. He remembered the child at home. Why did he promise that the lama would come here? He was selfish and he didn't want to continue walking. But if the oil bottle didn't know how to turn back, then he had no choice. He touched the hidden knife in his hand. It was too simple to kill someone, so simple that he didn't even need a knife. "I owe money." He replied briefly.

This very small action was immediately caught by the Muyou Bottle, but he didn't care too much.

"What danger will we have?" Menyouping did not continue to ask him, but asked a more practical question.

"Danger? There is no danger here or not. Let me tell you, in the snowy mountains, everything is your enemy, the sun, the wind, the snow, the voice of speech, the stone, whatever you want, you will die. Here, everything is dangerous, including all kinds of ghosts in the snow. If the person who dies in the snow cannot find the way back, he will wander here."

"Ghost?" The man oil bottle seemed to hear something very interesting, "Are you taboo about this too?"

"Who doesn't care?" said Raba, "it's taboo as long as it's living."

"Humans are much more terrifying than ghosts, and people's hearts cannot see through them." Men Oil Bottle said, "Living people are not as good as ghosts." After that, he glanced at Laba's hidden sword.

Laba was a little nervous and thought to himself that he had seen through something. In a while, the hidden knife had been thrust over and entered the hands of the Duoyou Bottle.

"you?"

The penguin threw the hidden knife into the cliff below: "It's better to throw away the useless things earlier. Put them on your body. It's too heavy."

Laba watched as the hidden knife fell quickly, hit the stone and bounced out, and then disappeared into the snow. He realized that he had encountered a tough character. When he turned around, he saw that Mon Oil Bottle was also looking at him, his eyes full of indifference, as if what he had done just now was not what he did.

Well, here, the knife is not that important, Raba thought. Moreover, there are more than one person with the knife. In the future, there is always a need for support or pulling, and you can start at any time.

The wind gradually became smaller, and after the pressure of the knife-like wind on his face gradually eased, Raba felt much more comfortable. At this time, he saw something familiar to him appeared on the mountain road ahead.

That was another team of porters, walking in front of them, a long distance, and could not see anything in the wind and snow just now, and now there are black spots that are revealed.

"It's strange, this road is so popular this winter?" Raba said to himself. He could not shout loudly here, nor talk loudly, because it would cause an avalanche. He just looked quietly and found that none of the porters moved, without any movement, and all the black spots remained that way.

"They are all dead." Raba looked at it for a long time and suddenly said, "Those are dead."

Those must be dead, and they must have been frozen to death here. They leaned against the mountain wall and rested tightly, and eventually all of them were frozen to death and stuck to the mountain wall by ice.
Chapter completed!