Under the moonlight, a few black dots dotted the reflective white snow,
The vast snow peaks are at their feet, and the huge moon is behind them.
They are sandwiched between the boundless heaven and earth, and when they look up and down, it is easy for people to feel that they are just a small and helpless ant.
At this height, very few life can exist.
They seem to be at the end of life and the world, climbing the top of the unknown.
Instead of wasting their energy to climb up, they left the slightly open area, found a corner of the snowy rock sheltered from the wind, took a break, and thought about their next move.
He Yinchuan was a soldier, and he has traveled through snow-capped mountains and deserts.
But the current situation made him unable to help frown.
The snow that was almost the size of a goose feather swelled in succession, reducing the visibility of their field of vision to more than 20 meters around.
He Yinchuan observed the terrain for a while, and pointed out their most important dilemma: "...I don't know the terrain."
However, their opponents seem to be quite experienced, and their knowledge of this mountain should not be underestimated.
Although they had managed to get out of sight of the climbers, the snow had cleared their tracks - in fact, the four climbers had lost their tracks - but it was not particularly reassuring.
Zhou Ao tightened the bandage on his hand, picked up a handful of snow, and washed the exposed skin.
He suggested, "Do you want to split up?"
He Yinchuan: "It doesn't matter."
Zhou Ao: "It doesn't matter, the goal of eight people is too big."
He Yinchuan: "It's easy to break each one."
Exercise on high-altitude snow-capped mountains is completely different from the ground.
Even if they travel lightly and carry as few things as possible, just a dozen kilograms of cold-proof clothing is enough to tiring people for half their lives.
Jiang Fang hurriedly drove out nearly 300 meters with Nan Zhou on his back. As soon as he stopped, he leaned over and gasped for breath. He simply leaned on Nan Zhou's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest.
Looking at the way his eyelashes fluttered, he looked like he was extremely tired.
But judging from the calm heartbeat in his chest, he had slowed down long after he sat down and rested for a while.
Nan Zhou heard it.
But he didn't mind Jiang Fang leaning on his shoulder.
He even lowered his shoulders a little to accommodate him so he could lean on more comfortably.
... The current Jiang Fang looks like a well-behaved Arctic hare with its legs folded and the snow melted.
He raised his hand and brushed off a little snow from the ends of his hair.
Jiang Fang smiled knowingly.
The two rely on each other like this, tacitly, and do not fight against their inner emotions.
Just indulge your mind and grow wildly on the snow field.
The wind blows horizontally, and the snow-capped mountains have no trails.
Under the strong wind and snow, Lu Bifang went to the front to explore the way back, and showed the captain and deputy team the simple topographic map.
Where they are now is a gourd-shaped mountain.
Right above it was shaded by a huge snow canopy, which blocked part of the moonlight.
Climbing up about 200 meters diagonally, and bypassing the snow canopy, the line of sight is brighter.
It was a slightly flat and open platform, followed by a climbing distance of about 600 meters. Unlike this place where you could hide everywhere, there were no shelters such as rocks and concave slopes.
This open area is the only way they can't avoid going up the mountain.
Holding the topographic map, He Yinchuan and Zhou Ao looked horizontally and vertically, planning for a long time, only to feel that their heads were as big as a bucket.
The situation they are facing right now can be described as four difficulties.
If they dig a snow nest on the spot and hide here, it can greatly reduce the probability of a head-on conflict with the mountaineer group of four.
However, they did it in hiding and didn't actually climb that high.
Dormant on the spot is basically equivalent to giving up the game automatically.
However, if they went up, once they came to that open area, their chances of being spotted by the foursome increased.
They don't know the details of Bear Man, Hammer Man and Ice Hoe Woman.
But Lu Bifang clearly saw the flexibility of the gecko man's actions, and they must not take it lightly.
Besides, He Yinchuan was still worried about one thing.
If the group of four were smart enough, they could have climbed all the way to the top of the mountain, taking the best advantage from the start, just waiting for them to get close.
What's more, there might be some hell of a "moon god" on the top of the mountain...
The more He Yinchuan thought about it, the more anxious he blurted out: "Damn, if the gun can be brought in, how can we still be afraid of those four strange-shaped things?"
When they came in, they were fully equipped with guns, knives and bullets, but probably for reasons of balance of combat power, the system prohibited them from using weapons outside the allowed range of the copy.
If there were guns, the four old zombies might not be able to get a good deal from them.
Zhou Ao glanced at him: "Quality."
Only then did He Yinchuan realize that there were people next to him. He coughed and said sternly, "Look at the map, look at the map."
Lu Bifang spent nearly an hour exploring the way.
Although his physical strength is superior, it is inevitable that he will be overdrawn.
After handing in the task to the captain, he climbed over the soft snowdrifts on both hands and feet, and sat down with Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang, and Li Yinhang.
Li Yinhang wanted to make way for him, but he waved his hand shyly and wearily, leaning on the side of the rock, leaving a small part of his body exposed.
After resting, there was nothing to do, so Lu Bifang opened his warehouse.
Not many useful things they bring in from outside.
Lu Bifang specially spent 300 points to properly put a small mirror that he carried with him in a storage compartment.
He took out the mirror and carefully blocked the mirror surface with his hands so as not to reflect light spots and reveal his whereabouts.
What Lu Bifang really wanted to see was a photo of three people behind the mirror.
Noticing the curious gaze from Nan Zhou on the side, Lu Bifang didn't mind it, and generously and proudly introduced him to the other two beautiful girls in the photo besides himself.
"My sister. Lu Lizi."
"And my girlfriend."
Only at this time did he show a little bit of a youthful heart, and his invisible big tail swayed to and fro.
"This is my sophomore year, when the three of us went to the playground together."
Li Yinhang was a little surprised: "You have a girlfriend, you still signed up to come—"
"what… "
Lu Bifang originally had a little show off, but he didn't expect Li Yinhang's attention to be very strange.
He touched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly: "...Everyone has come. Anyway, in the end, we will definitely bring everyone back together—"
When the "Bronze Brigade" came in, after a brief discussion, Lu Bifang first made his wish for the winner in the wishing pool.
His wish is that after they win, all game participants, whether alive or dead at that time, can return to the real world as they did when they entered this world.
Before Lu Bifang could finish speaking, Nan Zhou covered his mouth with a backhand.
Lu Bifang: "?"
"Don't say anything like this." Nan Zhou said, "People who usually take photos to miss their relatives and friends and talk about the future will soon..."
After thinking for a while, he replaced "death" with a milder one: "Danger."
Lu Bifang, whose mouth was covered: "..."
It's not that he doesn't think it's unlucky to say "go back home to get married after the mission is over", but he just said it casually.
But looking at Nan Zhou's cautious expression, it seemed that he was pressing his head very seriously to pull him out.
Lu Bifang burst into laughter, feeling a little closer to Nan Zhou in his heart.
… but he also felt a little more guilty.
Just now, just when he had delivered the topographic map and was about to leave to rest, Lin Zhisong, who was beside the captain, stuffed a small tape recorder and a note in his pocket.
The note reads: "You get close to them. Help me ask about Nan Zhou's situation."
Lu Bifang raised his head in surprise.
This is… not good
But when he turned his attention to He Yinchuan, he found that the young captain also nodded slightly.
… Lin Zhisong, although neurotic and not gregarious, there must be a reason why he cares so much about Nan Zhou.
As teammates, they all trusted Lin Zhisong's intuition.
He doubted Nan Zhou, there must be a reason.
So, Lu Bifang, who was in charge of eavesdropping, had to step up.
He asked softly, "Mr. Nan, what about you, who is in your family?"
Nan Zhou: "Parents, and a younger sister."
Lu Bifang was relieved.
He has a sister too!
This opens up the topic!
He actively asked: "Is your sister good? My sister is pretty good in other places, but she loved to grab food from me when she was a child, and she was gluttonous."
Nan Zhou responded with silence, as if he was recalling something.
Lu Bifang waited expectantly for his response.
After rummaging through the thesaurus for a while, Nan Zhou finally found a relatively suitable adjective: "...annoying."
Lu Bifang: "..."
Nan Zhou: "It's quite fierce."
Lu Bifang gritted his teeth and chatted: "...are you spoiled?"
Nan Zhou: "Well... it should be."
Nan Zhou: "I didn't kill her, which means I dote on her very much."
Lu Bifang's character was not good at the Infernal Affairs, and Nan Zhou's rhythm was completely disrupted by the meal-in-the-box dialogue.
He couldn't think of any more sophisticated questions, and asked casually, "What's your sister's name?"
Nan Zhou, who had already understood his purpose and was ready to meet his high-level and difficult questions, was stunned for a moment.
Nanzhou: "South..."
Nanzhou: "Southern Rim."
Lu Bifang: ... Why does it sound like it was made up
Up to now, he somewhat understands why Lin Zhisong doubts him.
When Lu Bifang wanted to ask further, Jiang Fang, who had been resting against Nan Zhou's shoulder, seemed to have regained his vitality, stood up and looked at Lu Bifang: "Have you figured out how to go next?"
Just one question broke up Lu Bifang's cross-examination plan.
Jiang Fang was asking about serious matters about the victory or defeat of the dungeon, and Lu Bifang naturally couldn't talk about private matters.
In addition, he is an honest and honest personality. He really can't do the spy business, so he simply gave up on the spot, hesitantly said to ask the captain, patted the snow on his body, and left.
Nan Zhou naturally knew how many mistakes he had revealed just now, and turned to look at Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang continued to lean on his shoulder, closed his eyes, and continued to rest.
Li Yinhang naturally heard it too.
But she didn't ask anything.
Nanzhou looked down.
He remembered what Jiang Fang had said to him in the second copy.
He told himself that his story was his own.
He can say it anytime he wants.
Nan Zhou bit the tip of his tongue, hesitating slightly.
Suddenly, a strange and strong feeling hit his heart.
Nan Zhou didn't look back to check, but grabbed Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang beside him with one hand, and used his meager strength to lead them forward and dash forward!
Li Yinhang didn't know why, but when she lost her balance and staggered forward, she only felt a strange wind, mixed with a strange breath, rubbing against the ends of her hair and falling down.
In the whirring sound of the mournful wind, the wind wedged into the rock and made an astonishing, scalp-tingling sound of shattering:
Ding-
The sharp piercing sound made Li Yinhang tinnitus.
She turned her head in awe, and was instantly stunned by the scene in front of her.
It's that woman!
The woman with the ice hoe!
Just now, she quietly touched the backs of several people, raised the ice hoe, and dropped the hoe!
how is this possible? How did she approach Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang when they were both unconscious
When Li Yinhang took a closer look, he was even more heartbroken.
The woman's eyes were dull, her hands resting on the snow-covered black rock, as if it had grown from a stone.
Below her waist, it was clearly empty!
- She is a walking corpse with only the upper body!
Nan Zhou also turned around in a hurry.
In the blink of an eye, Nan Zhou recalled seeing her for the first time.
— She was lying in a tent sleeping bag, only her upper body sticking out.
No wonder.
Soft snow, fresh snow wind that blows people's eyes, and a short torso less than one meter.
These conditions are enough for her to approach quietly without attracting anyone's attention.
The incident happened suddenly, and He Yinchuan and the others were also unexpected.
He even gave some attention to the situation on Nanzhou's side, but he was still taken advantage of by this monster!
He cursed secretly, pulled out the leggings dagger stuck in his boots, and hurried towards Nanzhou!
Failing a single blow, the half-length female did not move rashly.
She grasped the ice hoe with one hand, and propped her leg with one hand. In a handstand position, she cleverly escaped a few meters away.
The way she ran away was ridiculous and terrifying, and in the icy white snow, she was like a road sign leading the way.
Nan Zhou looked around.
At one point he thought they were surrounded by climbers.
But looking at it from a distance, he found that in the vast Xuefeng, only this upper body monster chased them.
- The other party implemented a strategy of splitting search.
Nan Zhou didn't have much energy, so he could only shout to Jiang Fang, who was chasing after him: "Shut up her mouth!"
However, it was too late.
She also didn't let out the scream that Nan Zhou imagined to call her teammates.
Because she has no tongue.
She opened her dark mouth and bit a distress whistle hanging from her neck as she fled.
beep—
The harsh whistle tore apart the icy air, transmitting the sound layer by layer to a farther distance.
For a time, the mountains were silent.
Even the sound of the wind seemed to be deterred by the whistle, and stopped even a little bit.
The umbrella-shaped snow eaves that shaded their heads trembled twice, and a piece of snow slag fell, which fell on the shoulders and necks of Nanzhou, which was left in place, like frost.
Before she could blow a second sound, she grabbed her hair with one hand.
Playing cards are light and small, and it is impossible to aim and throw them on the top of the snow when the snow is thick.
But melee attacks still work.
Jiang Fang folded the card with one hand, wiped it horizontally in front of her throat, and cut her trachea precisely—
But not much blood flowed out.
When a bit of cold black blood seeped into Jiang Fang's gloves, Jiang Fang reacted quickly and withdrew his hand.
He expected it well.
The woman was not deprived of her mobility by the throat-cutting action.
She opened her giant mouth and bit down sharply.
If Jiang Fang hadn't dodged so quickly, her teeth would have been enough to pierce through thick cold gloves and bite through his tendons.
She took a bite.
The upper and lower teeth, which were as sharp as animal teeth, collided together, and a brittle sound that made people's teeth ooze was agitated in her mouth.
She still wanted to blow the whistle, but the air gushing out of the trachea poured out from the wound cut by Jiang Fang, and was engulfed by the mountain wind in an instant.
And Jiang Fang did not let go of her hand.
He pressed the woman straight onto the frozen ground, snatched the ice hoe from her hand, and mercilessly, he lifted the hoe down, and nailed the sharp edge through her back vest.
He nailed her torso to the ground with her own weapon!
When He Yinchuan and the others came, they couldn't help but tremble when they saw this scene.
But they have no time to care how neat and merciless Jiang Fang's methods are.
—Because women are not incapacitated at all.
Her eyes were gurgling, and her hands were on the ground, struggling on the dirty ice hoe.
Everyone could even hear the screeching of her internal organs rubbing back and forth on sharp objects.
Obviously, this woman has just completed the task of tipping off with a whistle.
Their location is revealed and they must leave as soon as possible.
The most difficult question at the moment is how to deal with this undead woman.
Generally speaking, for this kind of zombie, it should destroy the brain.
He Yinchuan glanced at Liang Shu.
Liang Shu understood and pulled Li Yinhang back, letting her avoid the bloody scene that followed.
He Yinchuan was born in the special forces and has killed people.
However, in such a close-range killing, even if the opposite is a monster with a human face, he still has very little experience.
But for the sake of these people behind him, he has nowhere to go.
He picked up a palm-sized stone handed over by Zhou Ao, took a deep breath, and smashed her head without any hesitation!
The thin black and red liquid splashed on the snow.
...but she's not dead yet!
She hesitated, twisted, turned, like a dying fish.
But just can't die.
Her face was almost as flat as a photo, and with her dead eyes, it looked more like a flounder.
She didn't seem to feel the pain at all, just stared at the full moon in the sky, and continued to concentrate on freeing herself from the shackles of the ice hoe.
Her pious but cloudy yellow eyes were so full of bloodshots that they almost dripped from the vitreous.
He Yinchuan: "Fuck!"
Zhou Ao was succinct: "Chop your hands."
He Yinchuan was so disgusted that he didn't kill him with one blow, he raised his head slightly angrily and said, "How can we have such a thing that can cut bones in one go? Besides, those things will arrive at any time, and we can still work slowly and meticulously. ?"
Zhou Ao was stunned for a moment: "You can't be angry." You are the captain.
He Yinchuan: "...Okay. I'm not angry, let's go. Just leave her here."
The ice hoe was nailed to her body, and they didn't currently have a better replacement for the ice hoe.
Pull out the ice hoe and the monster will be out of their grasp in no time.
They couldn't have taken her with them.
But obviously, leaving the ice hoe to her would have endless troubles.
When a group of people were at a loss, Nan Zhou slowly swayed over.
He pinched the woman's mouth, which had been smashed open, to confirm that she had no tongue.
He sighed a little regretfully.
Not being able to let her drink it willingly, and not being able to determine whether she is human in this state, is already very difficult.
…no tongue yet.
That brother Fang's can't work on a physiological level.
He originally wanted her to reveal some information about the Moon God.
Nan Zhou, whose wish failed, glanced at Lu Bifang: "Recorder."
Lu Bifang couldn't come back to his senses: "Huh?"
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang: "Brother Fang."
Jiang Fang understood, and accurately took out the still running tape recorder from Lu Bifang's left pocket: "Thank you."
Lu Bifang: "..."
Nan Zhou took the tape recorder.
He didn't ask Lu Bifang, who suddenly blushed, but asked Lin Zhisong who was standing on the side, "Has it been recorded all the time?"
Lin Zhisong: "... um."
Nan Zhou: "Is it fall-proof?"
Lin Zhisong: "... Defense."
Nan Zhou: "Can you wash off part of the content and leave only part of it?"
Lin Zhisong: "… Yes."
Nan Zhou squatted on the ground, held the tape recorder, and handed it to Lin Zhisong.
… then do it.
Looking at his clear eyes, Lin Zhisong had to take over the tape recorder and quickly operate it according to Nan Zhou's thoughts.
Nan Zhou stared at the woman, followed her gaze, glanced at the full moon in the sky, and turned to Jiang Fang, "Brother Fang, do me a favor."
…
The woman's whistle called the monsters scattered in three directions to the valley.
The bear man was the first to arrive.
But he looked around, but couldn't find where the woman was.
While he was searching, the Gecko Man and the Hammer Man arrived one after another.
They were like a group of snow wolves, and after meeting, they just silently searched for the woman's position.
Across the heavy snow, Xiong Nan found a snowdrift that was raised high like a grave, which looked very unnatural.
He hurried off, digging through the snowdrifts.
Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of the glittering corner of the ice hoe.
… but only the hoe was left.
The wooden handle was removed.
The bear man quickly pulled out the half-length woman.
The woman was still lingering.
It's just that the bones of both of her arms were broken, and she was swaying in an impossible direction at a strange angle.
Just as the bear man was about to pull the woman out, the hammer man beside him seemed to notice something and raised his head sharply—
A dark and slender figure stood on the edge of a rock at the top of the mountain.
The wind blew his dark half-long hair up, making his pale and delicate face look like the Snow Maiden haunted in the myth of the mountains.
Nan Zhou raised his hand and threw the recorder he washed in his hand from a height.
With the snow cushioning, coupled with its high-strength shock and fall resistance, it still runs intact when it lands on the ground with a pop.
The hammer man stared at the jet-black box, frowning suspiciously.
The next second, a deafening whistle sounded sharply from the loudspeaker—
beep—
beep—
beep—
The whistle, which was originally shrill, became even more piercing and inexplicable under repeated playback and increased volume.
The gourd-shaped calf forms an excellent echogenic band.
The originally loose snow eaves, under such stimulation, began to slide down in a flowing water, and issued a rumbling, low-pitched warning sound.
The Hammer man took two steps back, as if he realized something was wrong.
However, before he could act, it was too late.
Nearly a thousand cubic meters of snow eaves collapsed in just one breath.
A large swath of snow waves cascaded down, bringing up countless weathered rocks mixed in the snowdrifts, and swept away like a tidal wave according to the three and a half people below!
The sound of the avalanche that shook the earth was quickly engulfed and absorbed by the snow-capped mountains.
Even the whistle that was recorded on the tape recorder was buried under the deep snow, making only a faint screeching sound.
Nan Zhou was still looking down, but Jiang Fang grabbed his neck in time and took him back to the team.
"Let's go. It's impossible for them to chase after a while, so let's hurry up."
Nan Zhou: "… Hmm."
The moonlight quietly shone on this dead silence, like a cyclops leaning over to stare.
No sorrow or joy.
…
After an hour and a half.
A thin arm suddenly poked out from the thick layer of snow.
Its palms grabbed the nearby snow soil with force.
The author has something to say: Nanzhou: There is an fg here, I will help you unplug it. :,