Chapter 13 Chapter 12 Entering the Snow Mountain

first day. The snow fell harder and harder, and all the prayers before leaving, all went to the opposite side. Sure enough, no matter who it is, as long as they try to go to that place, God will not allow it.The black exposed part of the distant mountains seemed to be invisible now, and that place, no matter what time it was, could not be easily approached.That's not where people should go. Will there be living things in this snow field?Some people seemed to say that he had seen some big birds and white-haired beasts before, but now that he thought about it, it seemed that they were just bragging. How could there be living things in a place where there was no trace of living things or heating in sight.

The only living thing in the world is probably the three walking people. There were originally four, but that one had already merged with the snow-capped mountain before setting off. When that person got up in the morning, he was found drunk to death On the side of the road, it is frozen into a whole with the underground stone. A porter used an ice ax to strike all the ice crystals that could be seen on the road ahead. In the wind, the knocking sound seemed to come from a mysterious and slow instrument, which was sometimes soft under the wind pressure.The second person is a stuffy oil bottle. He closed his eyes and walked forward following the sound, groping with his hands. It wasn't that he didn't want to open his eyes, but he still couldn't see anything even though he was wearing goggles. Feel.

"Do you want to stop and take a break?" A porter behind him shouted. Poker-Face glanced back. It was Laba who was the oldest of the two porters. Raba is a Tibetan in his early forties, but he looks almost sixty. His dark face is full of wrinkles carved by milling cutters, which are the result of long-term wind. His face is flushed, and he looks a little drunk look.He was the eldest of the original three and one of the most experienced porters. "Can you take a rest?" Poker Bottle asked. "Going on like this, we can only advance more than a dozen meters until it gets dark. It's better to wait for the wind to pass. Look at the sky, the wind won't blow for much time." Raba said, "Otherwise we will waste our energy here, and there is no point at all." results."

"Then stop." Poker bottle said. They stopped close to the mountain wall, but they could only stand and wait for the wind to stop slowly. The other porter was obviously a little weak. When he stopped, he almost slipped and was caught by Laba, who spoke to him loudly. Take all his spirit back. Laba breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that with the wind pressure just now, it was right to continue to go down, but if he continued to go, he had to chase the wind and go through this dangerous situation. He couldn't stop, and he might have to walk all night. rest.When you stop at that time, you can do a lot of things, make a fire, and sleep well, so this little bit of suffering is still worth going through.However, he was too old and couldn't take it anymore. Now he would rather stand here than walk a little.

When he said that, he was very afraid that the remaining porters would object, but obviously their physical strength had reached their limit, and Poker was inexperienced, so he didn't scold them, unlike the caravan leaders in the past who would force them to move forward. In short, the situation is still under his control. Standing here, he gradually feels that his physical strength has improved, which is better than going forward for another night and then slipping.When I am old, I would rather endure than rush.Accidents always come at a loss. At his age, it is impossible for him to react as fast as before.

Pokerfing was very obedient, which made him feel a little sorry. He was actually a little curious about Pokerfinger. He said that the whole of Medog entered the snow-capped mountains alone, and there were basically no people who walked this way. It's the first time.This stuffy bottle, judging by his age and conversation, doesn't know what the purpose is, it really makes people feel mysterious. "You seem to be working for foreigners?" Laba rested for a while, and several people huddled together, and he asked Poker Bottle that he needed to say something. Under this kind of fatigue, if he couldn't hold on, people might will fall asleep.

"Foreigner?" Poker-Face shook his head slightly, "Why do you ask that?" "In the past, most of the people who hired us to walk these roads were foreigners. They were all tall and big, some with blond hair and some with white hair. Some had blue eyes and some were green, like cat's eyes." Poker bottle didn't speak, snow foam was all over his face, his expression couldn't be seen clearly, he seemed to be listening, but he didn't seem to want to answer him at all.After a while of silence, Poker Face said: "Is this the same way?" "There are people who walk on any road." Raba said, "Every road has different dangers, but foreigners are looking for porters, they want to transport everything, and they give little money, and this road is in the This season is less walking, otherwise, maybe we can meet one or two other people. But these roads are not really difficult to walk, everything is easy to do when the snow stops, and you will go to places where there is no road behind , is really scary. As I said, every mile I walk, I will advise you."

Pokerfing didn't answer, and every time he got to this point, he stopped talking. Laba thought to himself that he hadn't been here long enough, as long as he walked slowly, he would retreat one day.The environment here is not something ordinary people can bear. "Then why did you come?" Poker-Face asked after a long time. Raba was silent for a while, he thought of the children at home, why he agreed to that lama to come here at that time, he was selfish, he didn't want to go on, but if this boring oil bottle didn't know how to turn back, then he couldn't help it .He touched the hidden knife in his hand, it was too simple to kill a person, so simple that he didn't even need a knife. "I owe money," he replied curtly.

This very small movement was immediately caught by Poker Bottle, but he didn't pay much attention to it. "What danger are we in?" Poker-face didn't ask him any more, but asked a more practical question. "Dangerous? There is nothing dangerous or not here. Let me tell you. In the snowy mountains, everything is your enemy. The sun, the wind, the snow, the sound of speech, stones, whatever you want to go crazy, You will die. There is no danger here, everything is danger, and there are all kinds of ghosts in the snow, people who die in the snow, if they can’t find their way back, they will always wander here. "

"Ghost?" Pokerfing seemed to have heard something very interesting, "Are you also taboo about this?" "Where are people not taboo?" Rabar said, "Anything that is alive is taboo." "Human beings are much more terrifying than ghosts, and people's hearts cannot be seen through." Poker-Face said, "A living person is worse than a ghost." After speaking, he glanced at Laba's Tibetan knife. Laba was a little nervous, wondering if he had seen through something, and while hesitating, the Tibetan knife had already been withdrawn, and it was in Poker's hand.

"you?" Poker Ping threw the Tibetan knife into the cliff below him, "I'd better throw away the useless things earlier, it's too heavy to put on my body." Laba watched the Tibetan knife fall quickly, hit the rock and bounced out, and then disappeared into the snow. He realized that he had met a ruthless character, turned his head and saw Poker Face was also looking at him. Full of indifference, as if what happened just now was not his doing. Anyway, the knife is not that important here, Rabar thought.Moreover, there is more than one person with a knife. In the road ahead, there are always times when you need to help or pull, and you can do it at any time at that time. The wind gradually subsided, and after the knife-like wind pressure on Raba's face gradually eased, he felt much more comfortable.Then, at this time, he saw something familiar to him appear on the mountain road ahead. It was another group of porters walking in front of them. The distance was very far. They couldn't see anything in the snowstorm just now, and now only black spots appeared. "Strange, this road is so popular this winter?" He said to himself, and he couldn't shout or talk here, because it would cause an avalanche.He just watched quietly, and found that none of the porters moved, did not make any movements, and all the black spots remained the same. "They're all dead." Raba looked at it for a long time, then suddenly said, "Those are dead." Those must be dead people, and they must have frozen to death here. They were just like them, leaning against the mountain wall to rest, and in the end they all froze to death, stuck to the mountain wall by the ice. Raba suddenly felt a chill, he stood up immediately, and said to the others: "The wind has calmed down, let's move on. Go and see, who are the corpses in front of you?"