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  I had just retreated to the entrance of the cave, and could still vaguely see the situation outside. I saw that person A had already climbed to the side of the coffin in someone's palm. This guy regarded the pack of wolves as nothing, and all the white wolves that got close to him couldn't escape the small dagger in his hand.

  He held the gun with one hand and made a claw with the other, and any fish that got close were taken care of by his claws. Despite this, he was covered in blood, having been injured quite a bit, yet at this moment, he still hadn't given up. He retreated while firing and moving towards the direction of the coffin in his palm.

  Damn it, is what's inside that important to him? Even if he knows it's a trap, he still has to investigate?

  At this time, the fatty shouted at me: "Comrade with a pure heart, how long do you want to gaze lovingly?" At this moment, the number of wolves had increased, and they all wanted to squeeze into the cave, but due to our fierce firepower, they didn't rush in immediately. I couldn't care about passerby A anymore, and was just thinking of retreating when, with one last glance, I saw passerby A suddenly take a step back, then quickly slide down along the rope, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

  What did he see?

  I suddenly remembered Hei Mangzi, who at that time also urged us to hurry up. Could it be that there's something extremely terrifying inside the coffin in his palm?

  I hadn't even reacted yet, the entire cave suddenly started shaking violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had struck, and instantly shook down many rocks. Not just us, it seemed that even the pack of wolves hadn't anticipated this, and were tumbling about in all directions due to the tremors.

  At this moment, I suddenly saw a three-eyed wolf king appear in the pack of wolves. It was the white-haired wolf that ambushed us earlier. Its eyes were wide open, and it had completely lost its calm demeanor from before. It let out a long howl, as if someone had stepped on its sore spot. The pack of wolves retreated in a flurry, each one desperately running back and forth, seemingly trying to crawl back into the wolf's den.

  But time was too slow, and in just a moment, the huge stone statue split into two, like a torn mural. At the same time, countless rocks fell from the top of the cave, and the entire mountain body shook violently.

  What's going on? Did passerby A just trigger some kind of mechanism?

  I didn't have time to think much, because the mountain cave we were in at this moment, which was originally a passageway that could accommodate two people walking side by side, had narrowed down to one person wide, and most of it was blocked by boulders. Fatso, who was at the back, shouted hastily: "Damn it, Qi's done something bad, the tomb is going to collapse, run!" Our group of people ran desperately in the constantly trembling mountain wall, if the cave collapsed at this moment, we would be buried alive.

  The mountain's tremors grew bigger and bigger, until finally we could hardly keep our footing, with a deafening rumble in our ears.

  Fatso's body was huge, and because of the many falling rocks, he ran very hard, so he fell behind. I ran forward while stumbling around, scolding: "You must lose weight when you go back."

  Fat boy ran and panted: "Listening to you is unlucky, no reduction." As soon as the words were spoken, Mianmian in front called out: "The exit is over there." I and Fat Boy immediately followed like we had been injected with chicken blood, huffing and puffing as we ran forward. Just when I was about to exit the cave, Fat Boy behind me suddenly let out a miserable cry.

  This mournful cry was extremely abrupt, and I suddenly felt a thrill all over my body. What happened?

  In an instant, I immediately turned around with my gun, only to see a bloodstain on the ground behind me, and Fatso... had vanished.

  I felt my heart had turned cold, and I was about to rush back without thinking. At this moment, my shoulder was grabbed fiercely by someone, and then a great force pulled me backward. Then I saw the face of Yuxue Hua, his face, which was even more beautiful than a woman's, was full of scratch marks, and he scolded me: "Are you crazy?"

  I didn't have time to explain, I pushed his hand away and shouted: "Baozi is in trouble!" After finishing speaking, I was about to rush inside, but before I could take two steps, the entrance in front of me completely collapsed.

  A loud rumble, a massive dust storm rose before my eyes, the entrance was completely blocked by rubble, and Fatso still hadn't come out.

  The mountain was still trembling, as if it were about to collapse completely. I stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

  At this time, Second Uncle shouted at me: "Get over here, hurry up." He was being supported by the Black-Faced God, his face exhausted, staring at me who hadn't moved my legs yet, with an expression that seemed to want to slap me.

  No, I won't go.

  The fat guy is still inside.

  I didn't care about Second Uncle, I rushed up like a madman and desperately moved those stones.

  Xiao Hua seemed somewhat unbearable, and shouted at me: "That fat guy has been buried, if you don't leave now, you'll be finished too." My hand paused for a moment, then continued to dig at the rocks. I didn't believe it, Fatso must still be alive. At that time, he must have been attacked by something, so he couldn't get out. Now that the entrance is sealed, who knows where he's trapped, waiting for me to rescue him.

  If I leave now, Fatso will lose his last hope.

  Second Uncle's coughing started, and he immediately said to Xiaohua: "Let you see a joke, trouble you to get him away." My heart was shocked, and I immediately raised my gun at Xiaohua. At this moment, my mind was extremely clear, and I said: "If you still consider me as a friend, don't stop me." Xiaohua's hands were lifted in the air, it seems that he just wanted to knock me unconscious.

  Rocks kept falling down, and the stone steps leading down seemed to be torn apart. If they didn't leave now, it would probably be too late.

  I turned my gaze to Hei Mian Shen and said, "My second uncle is now in your care."

  Jieyu Hua's dark, shiny eyes stared straight at me, and then he nodded and said, "We will always be friends, Wu Xie. Goodbye." Next, he quickly made a move and knocked out my Second Uncle. Hei Mian Shen glared at me fiercely, then turned around and carried off Second Uncle. Xiao Hua left behind an equipment pack for me before hurrying away as well.

  I continued to remove the rocks, I didn't know how much longer I could hold on, but I couldn't give up. Fatso must have been trapped, if I gave up now, he would be completely hopeless.

  At that moment, I thought of Lao Yang, his rotting corpse trapped in the cave, dying a slow death alone. If I gave up, Fatso would suffer the same fate.

  I couldn't think of anything else, I could only keep moving the stones, my fingers were bleeding from being ground, and the wound on my shoulder cracked open again due to the constant exertion. Just when I thought I had reached my limit, an opening appeared.

  I was carrying equipment and running back and forth with a flashlight, the cave was full of rubble everywhere, the mountain was still shaking, I was almost crawling inside, when I heard Fatso's voice: "Tianzhen comrade, is that you?"

  I was on the verge of tears, and I hastily shouted: "Wang Baozi, you're also useless, how did you get lost? It's all because of you that I had to go through great difficulties to come back and find you." I bent down beside a pile of rocks and saw that Baozi was indeed stuck under a rock, forming a triangular cave. He could hardly turn his body inside, with only his head exposed outside. If I hadn't arrived in time, another falling rock would have smashed his brains out.

  I hurriedly went to move the stone, and Fatso was also inside making an effort, only then did we manage to pry open the stone block.

  I didn't even have time to ask what had happened to Baozi, and the two of us didn't say a word as we immediately turned around and ran back. The stone steps that we had taken on the way up were now broken and fragmented due to the mountain's landslide. We basically climbed all the way up like rock climbing, with Baozi leading the way in front of me because he was physically stronger than I was.

  I felt the wound on my shoulder bleeding profusely, and I was so weak from losing too much blood that I couldn't muster any strength. At this moment, I raised my head to see a hazy glow like moonlight, it seemed I had arrived at the grave with the pearl inlaid on its top. I wanted to climb up further but my body wouldn't budge, my muscles were stiff and trembling, I tried to grab something several times but got nothing, finally my eyes rolled back and I lost consciousness.

  When I woke up, my first feeling was very cold, with strong winds blowing and stinging my cheeks.

  As soon as I opened my eyes, what entered my sight was a vast expanse of glaciers and snow.

  I was stunned for a moment, and with great difficulty, I turned my head to find myself being carried on the back of Fatty. At this moment, we had already left the arena and were walking in the snowy field. I couldn't react quickly enough - how did we get out? How did we leave?

  I moved my lips and asked Pangzi, Pangzi saw that I was awake, so he roughly told me what had happened. Due to the mountain landslide, half of the ice layer on Mingzhu Peak collapsed, revealing a cave entrance. Pangzi carried me out from there. Then Pangzi said: "It seems that your Second Uncle and the others should have escaped from there too, but they had equipment and were moving fast. I was carrying you, this patient, and we didn't catch up with them."

  Next, I and Fatso rushed forward in the snowy ground, hoping to meet Second Uncle and them. After all, we are currently inadequately equipped, our only food is a packet of compressed beef, and our return journey has at least eight more days.

  But not until the fourth day did we meet Second Uncle's team, and by then our only package of compressed beef had also run out. I stood in the snow with Fatso, thinly dressed and without goggles, the piercing white stabbing into my eyeballs, unsure when I would get snow blindness, while the wound on my shoulder hadn't bled but my entire left shoulder had lost all sensation, and my injured ankle was stiff and aching badly.

  Next, I and the fatty gritted our teeth and walked for another day, advancing against the wind and snow. We hoped to catch up with Second Uncle's group that day. Our stomachs were empty, and in the end we could only stuff snow into our mouths. The cold, icy snow water slid down our throats and into our stomachs, as if even our internal organs had frozen stiff.

  By the time night fell, we were physically exhausted to the limit and could no longer move. We could only rest in a windbreak and took turns keeping watch at night, not daring to fall into deep sleep, lest we might never wake up again.

  My body and Pangzi's were all covered in purple-red frostbite, until I lost all sensation. In the second half of the night it was my turn to keep watch, calling out to him every half hour, but eventually I couldn't hold on myself, and it seemed like only a second had passed before I fell asleep in the icy snow.

  When I woke up, I felt a bit dizzy under me, and after a while, I reacted and found that the fat man was carrying me on his back.

  It is still night now, and no stars can be seen at all.

  I feel something is off, on such a dark night, how did fatty see it?

  Even if we need to hurry, it shouldn't be now. The flashlight was the new one Xiaohua left for us, and its light is sufficient. Why didn't Fatso turn on the flashlight?

  I instantly thought of a terrible outcome, and subconsciously reached out to touch my eyes. At this time, the fatty noticed that I was moving and scolded me: "You're always fainting, come on, be more spirited! Get down, you're exhausting me to death!" The fatty's voice was clearly short of breath, intermittent, and panting heavily.

  My whole body was numb, I wanted to speak, but the voice that came out was hoarse and out of tune: "Is it... daytime now?"

  "Nonsense, what else?" The fatty put me down and sat in the snow, panting.

  I let out a wry smile and said, "Sorry, I didn't want to be so useless... but I really miss seeing you again." What followed was a long silence, with only the sound of wind and snow in my ears. At that moment, I suddenly thought of the German troops, and the German who was abandoned by his comrades and even had his corpse eaten. I shuddered involuntarily.

  A moment later, Fatty grabbed my arm and asked, "Can you still walk?"

  I tried to move my legs, very stiff, but barely able to move, so I nodded. Then, the fatty said: "Hold onto my clothes, if you can't walk, I'll carry you." My eyes were scorching hot, without saying a word, I pulled on the fatty's clothes and moved forward in the darkness against the wind and snow.

  Like this, I don't know how long I walked again, the clothes in my hand suddenly slipped away, and my palm was empty.

  Fatty?

  "Cough... accidentally fell, can't get up, pull me up."

  I fumbled my way to pull the fatty, only to find that he didn't exert any force. I pulled him a few more times, but he remained still like a corpse. I was shocked and quickly asked, "Fatty? Are you dead?" Fatty finally responded after a while, "You...you're the one who's dead, I'm just taking a nap. You can wake me up later." My heart sank as I knew that fatty couldn't hold on anymore. I hurriedly went to shake him, scolding him as I did so, "Don't pretend to be dead! Who's going to carry me if you sleep? You want to die, but I don't want to die, get up!" I shook and kicked him several times before fatty groaned a few times and got up shakily, saying, "Let's go."

  This time, neither of us could rely on each other, because both of our physical strength had reached the limit.

  We kept walking, and gradually we couldn't feel the cold anymore. Not only were our bodies numb, but it seemed like our consciousness was also numb. Sometimes Fatso walked in front of me, sometimes he was behind me calling out to me. Everything in front of me was black, occasionally I could suddenly see light, but I could only see the light and not any specific shapes. In the end, I fell down first, having lost too much blood, my wound had never healed, and finally I couldn't support myself anymore.

  The moment I fell, my consciousness was very clear, as if reflected in the light, as if floating outside my body, watching myself fall into the snow. Finally, Fatso still carried me on his back, I don't remember what I said, I just felt that my body and language were out of control, I knew I kept talking, but couldn't remember what I had just said.

  "Chubby, how long can you carry..."

  "I don't know."

  "When you can't carry me anymore, just put me down, I won't blame you."

  "Hey... you said it yourself."

  Finally, I felt Fatso fall down too, and I followed him, falling onto the snowy ground. In the end, he didn't let go of me.

  I don't know if he is alive or dead now, and all that's left in the world is the sound of wind and snow howling.

  I still lay on his back, feeling the cold snow piling up layer by layer on me.

  The feeling of death is nothing more than this.