The snowman can draw, and a painting exhibition was held directly near the entrance of his lair.
Zhou Lingshi felt this was unbelievable at first, but then he was shocked and even a little shocked.
Now that he finished reading it, and continued walking with Lin Shuo, he began to feel a little complicated again.
He and Snowman have a deep blood feud.
Because his former big brother Zheng Nanshan, in his mind, died at the hands of Snowman.
Eldest brother treats me well.
Although when Zhou Lingshi worshiped Wu Tiannan, Zheng Nanshan had already been a teacher for more than three years.
When he was studying art in the Wu family, Zhou Lingshi had only heard about this elder brother, but had never met him, let alone had no friendship.
Later, he himself became a teacher, and the male was afraid of entering the wrong profession, so he got worse and worse.
Not only Zhou Lingshi, but also several seniors from the same school did not do well, and most of them changed their careers later.
There is only Zheng Nanshan, who is said to be active in the Himalayas and is very popular.
Zhou Lingshi really had no way out at the time, so he brought a few brothers from his hometown to join this elder brother.
Originally, he didn't think too much about it, he just wanted to make a living under the senior brother's hands, as long as he didn't starve to death.
As a result, when Zheng Nanshan saw Zhou Lingshi for the first time, the two sides reported the size of the threshold, the willow in front of the door, and the flower in the back of the courtyard. They were exactly the same.
When he saw Zhou Lingshi, a fellow apprentice, Zheng Nanshan was in his forties at the time, when he talked about his mentor Wu Tiannan, this guy cried like a tearful man.
He said that he was disgraceful in his business, and he was sorry for the painstaking cultivation of his old teacher.
After asking to understand Zhou Lingshi's situation, the elder brother gritted his teeth with red eyes, and he shot five gold bars and sixteen spears.
Not counting these, he also gave up a large piece of land to Zhou Lingshi.
Since then, the southern slope of the Himalayas has been divided into two parts, Zheng Nanshan has the final say on the east side, and his Zhou Lingshi has the west side.
Not to mention senior brothers, even brothers who are first-class compatriots may not be as authentic as Zheng Nanshan.
Therefore, even if Zhou Lingshi has changed his teacher now, this senior brother, he still recognizes it in his heart.
Sometimes when I think of this person in the middle of the night, my nose feels sore.
He couldn't just die in vain, and die so badly.
Before he left, he must avenge the snowman who killed him.
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Now that Zhou Lingshi has changed to become a famous teacher, with his master Lin Shuo around, he went into this cave again, and the matter of revenge for his senior brother is actually very sure.
But after seeing those murals, Zhou Lingshi's mind was a little messed up.
First of all, this snowman, in terms of intelligence and behavior, is actually a human being, not a beast as he thought before.
Secondly, he read the contents of the painting.
That blue-eyed woman was just joking with the master and the future mistress, but he didn't really take it to heart.
But there was a painting before, he remembered, there were nine snowman corpses on it.
The wound on the corpse, one can tell at a glance that it is a gunshot wound.
Poachers did it.
Yeti tribe, almost wiped out by poachers.
The remaining snowman may be the last one in this world.
I have lived here for tens of thousands of years, but in the end I still didn't run away. This thing is actually almost dead.
The reason why it targets hunters is also to avenge its own people.
In this way, this is actually retribution.
But no matter what, Zhou Lingshi would definitely not let this snowman kill his senior brother.
It's just that in my heart now, I feel somewhat uncomfortable.
But he soon figured it out.
Anyway, it is the last one, why is death not death
It's better to die by one's own hands than to die of old age, sickness, at least not so useless.
Just thinking about it, Zhou Lingshi followed Lin Shuo and walked a long way.
The torch in his hand was made on the spur of the moment just now, the turpentine was not applied much, and it was almost extinguished right now.
Just now Lin Shuo said that the snowman was waiting in front of him, but after walking for a while, there was no movement.
So Zhou Lingshi asked: "Master, didn't you say it's just ahead? We've already walked three or four miles."
Lin Shuo didn't look back, but still walked forward slowly, and said, "Just five minutes ago, the snowman stayed where you are now."
"Oh?" Zhou Lingshi asked, "So, it is running away?"
"It may be escape, or it may be temptation." Lin Shuo said, "Actually, you have seen those paintings just now. The ten or so paintings in the middle on the right show that this snowman has very rich means of dealing with us humans. What is the situation in this cave? , We haven’t fully figured it out yet, so don’t worry, take your time.”
"En." Zhou Lingshi responded, and was about to say something, but found that Lin Shuo's figure suddenly stopped.
Zhou Lingshi almost bumped into him, and quickly stopped his figure. Before he could ask, Lin Shuo quickly said, "Nianqiu, listen to me!"
Zhou Lingshi turned his head to look at Anne behind him again, and saw that the woman had already pressed her profile against the cave wall.
"There is something approaching here." Anne said the first half of the sentence very steadily, but when she spoke the second half, her voice suddenly raised a bit, "It's very fast!"
After saying this, she put her hands into her pockets, and she had already put on a pair of dark red leather gloves.
Zhou Lingshi turned his head and looked ahead, and found that Lin Shuo had also drawn an arrow and held it in his hand.
As an old hunter, Zhou Lingshi immediately woke up at this moment, his thinking was very clear.
The torch in his hand was almost extinguished. Master and Patriarch Su's abilities were different from ordinary people. They could still fight in the dark, but he and Patriarch Zhang couldn't.
So instead of pulling out the dagger pinned to his waist, he took out the flashlight and turned it on first to make sure there was light here.
Hand over the flashlight on your right hand to your left hand, hold the torch that is about to go out but not yet extinguished in the palm of your left hand, and hold the flashlight between your middle finger and ring finger.
After freeing his right hand, Zhou Lingshi reached for his waist.
His right hand just touched the handle of the dagger, and before he could pull it out, Lin Shuo said quickly, "It's not a snowman! Whale oil!"
Lin Shuo's warnings and instructions were concise and clear, and Zhou Lingshi understood them as soon as he heard them.
Instead of drawing the dagger with his right hand, he took out the whale oil stuffed in his belt.
Then, people froze there.
Because he is currently holding a torch and a flashlight in his left hand, but the situation has changed, but his left hand cannot be moved.
If he moves around, the light will flicker. This is very taboo when a hunter is attacked, and disturbs his own line of sight.
At present, all he can use is his right hand.
But the whale oil stuffed in his belt was given to him by Zhang Jin on the spur of the moment.
That way, it's like a half-boiled egg with its shell cut open, you can take it out with your right hand, but you can't wipe it into your ears.
In fact, he can usually tell the priority of this kind of matter.
At this juncture, everything is false, and the most important thing is to save your own life.
It's just that the master I just recognized is in front of my eyes, and I look forward with the light in his hand.
He doesn't want to drop the chain.
As soon as the two thoughts in my mind fought like this, the whole person froze for a moment.
When I realized it, it was already too late.
Zhou Lingshi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
It was as if there was a hand pinching his heart, slowly exerting force.
At the same time, I had a splitting headache, as if two steel drills were piercing through my ears on both sides.
I opened my mouth to shout, but couldn't make a sound.
The whole person was so uncomfortable that he wanted to roll on the ground, and he didn't want to do anything else, and he couldn't do it.
Zhou Lingshi was completely hopeless in his heart, he was done thinking about it!
This is not the first time he has encountered this situation.
Five years ago, he experienced it above the snow line at an altitude of more than 6,000 meters.
That time, seventeen of my brothers died unexpectedly.
This experience was a nightmare for him that he dared not recall.
But now, unexpectedly, the nightmare came again.
White-headed flying corpse, here we come!
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