Otherworldly Merchant

Earthworms can attract fish, bones can attract wild dogs, and lambs can attract hungry wolves.

This Dusk Sword is Russia's number one exorcism. What kind of weird thing would it bring?

According to Han Lao Liu, the smell of the monster has gradually become apparent, and the paper crane has lost its spiritual energy as soon as it approaches, and can no longer fly.

So the rest of the way, we have to rely on our own legs.

Not long after the two of us ran away, the snow, which had just stopped, drifted again.

Fortunately, the temperatures near the peak were extremely cold, and the snow froze out of a thick ice shell, and the fresh snow fell on only a thin layer. Of course, it's also relatively thin, and it's still out of boots.

We are aware of the urgency of time and the urgency of it, and we are now running to the top of the mountain with all our strength.

The fog was all around me and I couldn't really see it two meters away. My clothes had been soaked with cold sweat and frozen into a layer of hard-boiled bones. This rush was wetted several times by hot sweat, but it was completely irrelevant.

As the saying goes, it's really not fake to watch Mount Wang run off to the dead, but we spent the whole night watching the mountain peak right in front of us, and this just got to the bottom of the mountain.

At the beginning of the red sun, the fog gradually dissipated, revealing the general appearance of the mountain far away.

It's weird in shape, with hills traversing the top of the hill and a near-straight peak at the far end, much like a hand with a little thumb up high.

We both climbed up from the back of our hands, all the way up to the smooth frozen layer, slipping under our feet, if we didn't pay attention, we'd fall a big heel. Without help, we had to pull out our weapons and use them as ice pickles for difficult rock climbing.

After climbing for almost three hours, I finally reached the top of the mountain, and I suddenly paralyzed on the ice, tired and motionless.

Han Lao Liu couldn't hold on any longer. He sat on the floor with one butt and breathed heavily.

After a short break, we took out the polar rations, added belly, and Han Lao Liu touched the bottle he had been holding in his arms and handed it to me: "Here, take a few sips and warm yourself up. ”

I took it, I poured it, but it almost choked out.

Although I usually drink a little wine, I think it's a good amount, but it's not as good as Han Lao Liu's. Especially this pot of wine is almost as high as alcohol, and it also has a very exciting bloody smell.

“This is a century-old bamboo leaf green with Northeast tiger blood. It seems a shame you don't have this blessing.“ Han Lao Liu saw that I couldn't drink it. He shook his head with regret and took the bottle and filled it several times.

The hilltop is also a thick frozen layer, covered with a thin layer of snow, and we slide straight down the hill.

After several successive slides across the mountain beams, you reach a straight, vertical mountain peak.

The mountain soars into the clouds, sharp as a knife, and there is no way to climb.

The two of us looked up sadly for a while and suddenly sent a deep footprint at the foot of the mountain.

The footprints are stunning, more than half a metre long, and the five toes go deep into the ground, as if they had long claw pricks.

And the guy who left his footprints, as if he was extremely heavy, stepped out of a huge pit of more than 40 centimeters on such a hard ice!

Heavy snow has been falling, but it hasn't been covered yet, indicating that this guy just passed away!

In the direction of the footprints, he came from the front of the hill, not on the same path as we just took, but the ultimate destination was also the top of the hill.

Han Lao Liu suddenly said with a heavy face: “It should be the Ugly King, I didn't expect him to come too. ”

“Ugly King? Who's that? The Dragon Springs?” I asked strangely.

Old Han nodded his head: "Yes! Ugly King is a freak in Longquan Hills. He looks ugly. He usually never goes out. He specializes in guarding the altar of the hills. He is said to have accidentally eaten pixiu pearls when he was a child. ”

“This guy is insane, but powerful enough to turn into a supergiant in a short period of time. ”

“Looks like Dragon Springs really spared no effort this time, they sent so many masters together! ”

“Apart from staying under the mountain to besiege our intelligent multi-star, lazy man, knife demon Seven, Golden Snake Four, several others are up here. Now that we know, there's Winter Old and Ugly! These two guys carry one that is extremely difficult to deal with, let alone a monster drawn out by the Sword of Dusk.” Elder Han sighed a long time.

“No, besides them, the mysterious old man went up!” I point to a row of sparse footprints not far away.

Depending on the size of the shape, it looks exactly like the tunnel entrance, and on the snow next to it, there is a small, shallow mark that should have been left by the little girl on the road.

Both footprints follow the Great Footprints of the Ugly King, but they are far more distant than the Great Footprints, as if they were flying past.

We followed our footprints all the way to the back of the mountain and suddenly found a long wire.

The wire has a thick arm that drops straight from the top of the peak.

There is a thick layer of ice tied to the wire, and every two or three meters, there is a huge grip mark, which should be left behind by the Ugly King.

“Come on, let's go up there too!” Han Lao Liu finished, inserted the ancient sword behind him, grabbed the wire and climbed up.

I climbed right behind you, too.

The iron cord is full of crushed ice and the mountain walls are incredibly slippery. Fortunately, the Ugly King has stepped out of a big pit that allows us to slow down every second.

But even so, we are very hard at work.

When I climbed halfway up, Han Lao Liu saw that I was a little overwhelmed. He put a rope down from the top and let me wrap it around my waist, and tied myself on the other side to save my strength.

By the time I climbed to the waist of the mountain, I almost fell off without holding onto it. If I hadn't had this rope, I would have died.

More than twenty meters from the top of the mountain, Han Lao Liu suddenly turned back, indicating that I would not move, nor make a sound. Then, he gently pulled out a paper crane and lit a smudge of sand and let it out!