Otherworldly Merchant

Three days later, we've gone over a hundred kilometres deep into the snow fields.

All of the Russians with their huge bodies who are used to walking in the snow and ice are a little overwhelmed.

However, under the urging of Han Lao Six, we rested almost only four or five hours a day, and the rest of the time was on the road at full speed!

Extremely cold, combined with overloaded exercise, make these tiger-backed bears completely out-of-the-box - labor, no matter how threatened Han Lao Six can move a half-step.

Even I'm almost exhausted, and it's hard to keep up.

“Motherfucker, you piece of shit!” Han Lao Six slammed a leg and kicked a strong man lying on the ground out for a long time, hating and cursing. Then they told people to put blood, food and vodka all together on their shoulders and turn their heads and go.

Those guys were watching us leave, and there was nothing they could do.

I don't know who this Han Six is. With such a heavy load on his back, he was able to walk like a flying man, pulling me and the old guide far behind him, empty-handed.

……

On this day, we experienced a very brutal snowstorm, and had it not been for the great experience of the guide old man, he would have taken us to a snowslope in advance and lost his life.

In the evening, the tired old man and I were resting under the snow slope, hearing a heavy gasp from afar.

After mumbling, the old man panicked and lay on the ground, clutching the gun in his hand and staring at the other side.

Han Lao Liu left half an hour ago and said he was looking for some branches to light a bonfire.

At this time, the sound came from the direction of his departure, and my heart immediately lifted up. It was obviously not from Han Lao Liu, but like a beast!

Is he in any danger?

The heavier voice came closer and closer, and a dark shadow gradually appeared in the bleak snowlight. The black shadow was extremely fat, almost the size of a calf, stepped on the snow of a hard bond, and shouted, causing trembling hearts!

I lay down on the snow, slowly pulled out the ghost knife and stared closely at the shadow.

When the shadow of darkness approached, I finally saw that it was a bear!

The big brown bear had long hairs, a big figure, snowy eyes, a big mouth sprayed with white air and red, and was walking fast towards where we were hiding.

When the brown bear got a little closer, I was surprised to find that there was a man lying on the back of the brown bear -- Han Lao Liu, who was so lazy and half lying on the back of the bear, and the big brown bear with something on his back leg, dragged all the way forward.

The old man of the guide was also particularly shocked, shouting and shouting as if he were a god.

Han Lao Liu rode the big brown bear up to us and patted the bear head jumping down.

The brown bear opened the blood basin and whispered softly, slowly lying down on the ground, and it looked just like a pet dog.

Han Lao Liu told the old man something in Russian, and then walked up to me and grabbed the bottle and poured it.

Behind the brown bear are strapped branches of hay, stained with a lot of bear fur and faeces, as if they had been removed from the bear's nest.

The more amazing Han Lao Liu's skill, he surrendered to such a huge brown bear empty-handed!

The old guide nodded in horror, lit the bonfire as he had ordered, and delivered the roasted food to us, and he said more than he had rowed.

After listening, Han Lao Liu turned to me and said: "Tomorrow at noon he will reach the Valley of the Devil! But at the mouth of the valley, you can't keep walking with us. He says there are demons there, and you'll die if you go in there. ”

Han Lao Liu laughed unexpectedly, then his face tightened, and he said positively: “That is, starting tomorrow, danger really comes, we must lift the spirit of twelve points, get some rest tonight! “

We didn't rush off like we did the other day, we slept until the sun came up.

After packing everything up, Han Lao Liu made me and the old man ride on the back of the bear, and the brown bear became extremely gentle in front of Han Lao Liu, holding us forward.

Towards noon, we finally arrived at the legendary Valley of the Devil.

This is a semi-circular, lonely peak, with mountains covered in white snow, two dark holes on the waist, a dark tunnel at the foot of the mountain in the middle, and at first glance, the whole mountain is like a huge skull.

The only passage is the skull's mouth!

The guide old man knelt a few heads in front of the mountain, muttered something, and refused to leave, Han Lao Liu translated to me: “He said this is the Valley of the Devil, the birthplace, he lived in his seventies, never saw anyone come out of this place alive, never even heard of it. ”

We didn't have any difficulty paying for the old man, Han Lao Liu paid some money, divided some food for him, and sent him away first.

Han Lao Liu and I walked to the valley mouth with the big brown bear and immediately felt a cold breeze coming out, far more fierce than this wilderness cold stream.

The big brown bear seemed to have noticed something, shouting and even taking a few steps backwards.

Winds and snow abound outside the valley, and all traces have long been erased, but the valley is extremely cluttered, leaving a messy footprint.

I squatted down and looked at the footprints on the snow: “Looks like the old man was right. A lot of people have been walking into the valley lately. And in terms of the old and new size of these footprints, there are three groups of people, the first one is larger, the footprints are messy, and the size of the footprints is huge, so he should be the white foreigner. ”

“The second batch had fewer footprints, and a lot of them were shallow, and some of them were not normal, all of them seemingly exotic.“ Speaking of which, I looked up at Han Lao Liu.

He hasn't deliberately covered it up these days, and I've long noticed all kinds of strange things about him. For example, his footprints on the snow are much lighter than ours. Even a five- or six-year-old would never have left such shallow footprints, and his ability to do so is extremely simple!

Han Lao Liu frowned and glanced at him. "The two strangest people on the third dial! ”

The third set of footprints is only two pairs, one extremely large and one extremely deep, each deep into the ground, leaving deep traces on thick ice frozen soil, more than two feet long.

The other pair is extremely light, leaving only a shallow imprint of less than a centimeter on the snow, and I'm afraid even with the shoe imprint in my hand it's much deeper than this. Footprints are also minimal, much bigger than fists.