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  Passerby A didn't say much, but apparently had a lot of deterrent power. Mao DeGui originally wanted to say something else, but in the end only muttered a few sentences before wrapping himself in his sleeping bag and resting.

  This night was exhausting enough, Xiaohua handed me a sleeping bag, and I didn't have time to think about anything else, so I crawled in and fell asleep.

  The next day when I woke up, the sky was bright and everything was white. The icicles were reflecting the sunlight, and everywhere was shining brightly. I rubbed my eyes, feeling a bit of a headache, probably due to the exhaustion from the previous night. As I rubbed my eyes, the frostbite on my fingers was squeezed, causing a sharp pain that suddenly cleared up my still somewhat dazed brain.

  I took a glance at both hands, and my heart skipped a beat. Although I had seen others with them before, they were always scattered here and there, but mine were all over both hands, dark red and swollen in a complete circle.

  I was startled, it's just one night, how did it grow so much?

  My fingers moved a few times, and with a slight rub, it hurt badly. Xiaohua and the others were sorting out their equipment and didn't plan to stay here for long. I hastily wrapped my hand in gauze a few times and then shouldered one of the shares of equipment that Xiaohua had divided up, which mostly contained food and no attack weapons.

  The place we are in now has an entrance that is a hourglass-shaped passage, still located in a canyon. Looking up, you can see the towering ice walls on both sides, and further up, there are snow-capped mountains covered with white snow, blocking out most of the sky, revealing only a strip of azure blue.

  Nor did we know where the exit of this canyon was, but according to the direction measurement, our advance route had not been disrupted, so we decided to move forward along this canyon.

  The rest of the way was uneventful, our group trudged silently through the canyon, each step sinking deeply into the accumulated snow. The wind and snow had let up, and all that could be heard was the crunching sound of boots on snow. The path ahead was a vast expanse of fog, and everyone's mood seemed to have been frozen stiff by the snow.

  Just then, Xiuxiu suddenly stopped in her tracks and let out a cry of surprise. The short, abrupt cry was quickly suppressed, but the sound brought our numb minds back to reality. I turned my head to see Xiuxiu standing stiffly in place, looking rather pale. "What's wrong?" I asked.

  Xiu Xiu's black eyes turned to me, and then she pointed to her feet and said, "It seems... something is holding my foot." Before we could react, one of Mao DeGui's subordinates suddenly changed his expression and said, "Boss... I think I'm also being held back."

  I subconsciously pulled my leg back, and as soon as I moved, my calf bumped into something stiff.

  We stood there, looking at each other in dismay. Suddenly, passerby A made a claw-like shape with one hand, and the black-gold glove-covered hand circled around the snowy ground near his feet before stopping right in front of his calf. Then, that hand suddenly plunged into the snow, and when it came out, it brought something with it, pulling out a flurry of snowflakes all around.

  I took one look at that thing and was shocked - damn it, this is an old acquaintance!

  All that could be seen was that Road Person A's hand grasped a fluffy thing, and around that thing were scattered dark green tentacles, the ends of which had baby-like small claws, dry and thin like a mummy.

  Badminton brother? I'm so moved to tears, we meet again, can't you like me a little less?

  So the ground under my feet is also... Thinking of this, I hurriedly pulled out my legs, and with one pull, a dry paw was brought out, sharp claws hooked on my pants, and several holes were torn in the pant leg.

  It was only then that I realized these fluffy ball brothers had long been dead, their bodies had become dry and flat, covered with frost all over, apparently they had been frozen here for quite some time.

  Passerby A glanced at what was in his hand and immediately looked up. We followed his direction and were stunned for a moment.

  On the cliff above, a dense pack of wolves stood at the top, gazing down at us in the valley below. For a moment, I had an illusion that these wolves seemed to have planned it all out, driving us step by step into their trap.

  Lao Mao scolded his mother and said: "What's going on? When did these things appear?"

  I glanced up at the pack of wolves above, but didn't see the wolf king. Instead, a white-haired wolf stood guard-like on the edge of the cliff. The strange feeling in my heart grew stronger, and suddenly my gaze fell upon the ball of fur buried in the snow - my brother. My mind jolted, and I shouted: "Not good! Let's run!"

  Xiao Hua stared blankly and said: "Wu Ye, what's wrong?"

  If my idea is correct, this place is likely to be a hunting ground for a pack of wolves. They would drive their prey into this valley and then kill it by some means, storing it here. These furball brothers are the accumulated food they have stored up. As for what method they use, I haven't figured it out yet, but I've had dealings with these furball brothers before - they have several tentacles, move extremely quickly, and are not easily killed. Even if they really encounter some kind of crisis situation, relying on their unique physical structure, they can climb up the ice wall to escape.

  So what exactly happened? That made them unable to escape and all died here?

  I can hardly imagine what methods these wolves have used, but this method must be beyond our imagination.

  I couldn't care less about explaining to Xiaohua and the others, so I shouted out loud and took the lead in running, but the snow here was too thick, and there were countless corpses of Mao Ball brothers buried under the snow, and after running for a few steps, I tripped over the bodies underneath.

  At this time, passerby A seemed to have understood something and immediately made a gesture to the crowd, saying: "Let's go first." His words were obviously more effective than mine. Maodegui and others immediately ran away too. Our group of people rushed forward desperately, I subconsciously raised my head and took a look, and at a glance, I saw the wolf king hidden in the pack of wolves, the scarlet mark on its forehead seemed to be even more vivid.

  Just then, the wolf king suddenly led the way and let out a howl, followed closely by the wolves around him. But their cries were strange - when wolves howled, they always raised their heads to the sky, noses pointing upwards, which was related to their vocal system. Only in this way could they produce the distant, mournful sound of wolf howls. But these wolves were lowering their heads and facing into the valley as they howled, their cries like the scraping of bones, low and muffled.

  This howl, one wolf can be ignored, but thousands of wolves simultaneously howling towards the canyon, that sound is like a tsunami. The sound shuttles back and forth between the ice walls, continuously echoing and amplifying, until my ears were buzzing, as if only this eerie wolf howl was left in the world. After listening for a while, it seemed that even the ice wall was trembling with this sound.

  I thought it was just my own illusion, but in the end I found out that these ice walls were indeed trembling.

  That sound was still reverberating, but the wolf pack suddenly disappeared. At the same time, the snow that had accumulated on the ice wall above us fell into the valley like it had been startled. The higher snow-capped mountains were also affected by this strange sound, and a white line could be vaguely seen rolling quickly towards where we were, as if it would hit our heads the next moment.

  Damn it, it's actually snowing.

  At this moment, I finally understood why the Mao Ball brothers would die here. Even if they were faster, they couldn't be faster than the speed of an avalanche. These wolf packs are really clever, actually knowing how to use sound to trigger avalanches to hunt.

  In the blink of an eye, that rolling snow line had already reached our heads. No one was able to react in time. This overwhelming pressure that came out of nowhere submerged everyone in an instant. I only felt a thousand pounds of force pressing down on my head, and then, after a severe brain pain, everything went black.

  In the instant I closed my eyes, all I had in mind was unwillingness. The first thing that came to mind was San Shu and Pangzi, then I thought of the oil bottle, and then I thought of my parents. It's been a year since I last went home.

  But whether it's the ten-year appointment with the oil bottle or the wish to see my parents, I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill either of them.

  In the darkness, I don't know how long it took, maybe a very long time, or maybe just an instant, I felt something digging me. The first thing I felt was a pair of icy human hands. Those hands pulled me outwards and then I was carried on someone's back.

  Who is it? Xiaohua? Passerby A?

  Weren't they also buried in the snow? Then who dug me up? I couldn't open my eyes, and although I was clearly conscious, my consciousness seemed to be detached from my body. I could only think quietly about everything, but I couldn't make any judgments. I was being carried on someone's back, and it seemed like we had been walking for a long time. The weather was extremely cold, and the frostbite on my hands felt like they were burning with fire.

  I don't know how long it took, but when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a mountain wall. Then, I saw a ghostly face.

  Pale and slack face, bright green eyes staring at me straightly, I was stunned, it was that German.

  He looked at me, seemingly not having spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse, and surprisingly, he spoke in Chinese, although with some strange pronunciation: "Nǐ xǐng le (Are you awake)?" I didn't respond to him, but instead turned my gaze elsewhere. At this moment, I realized that I was in a dry cave, outside which the wind was howling, and inside there were only me and the German.

  "What about the others?" A bad premonition filled my heart, with such an avalanche, they were likely all buried alive.

  I had hoped the German would give a different answer, but he was honest and said: "They... my sister is out (I didn't dig her up)". My heart sank, I was numb all over, and I didn't know what to do.

  I never thought Xiaohua would die, even if Passerby A and Xiuxiu died, Xiaohua would definitely be fine, he is Jiejiu Ye, the head of the Jie family, when I was still in school secretly liking a girl, he had already followed the old people at home to practice Douzhuan, whether it's brains or temperament, he is stronger than me, but now...