Grassroots Immortality

Snowflakes are falling, the world is silent and covered in snow.

Most of the trees are bare, with only branches and trunks, without a single leaf. There are also a few trees that are evergreen all year round, but they are also covered with snow all over.

The ground is flat, and as far as the eye can see, it is covered with a thick white "velvet carpet".

Somewhere on the mountainside, a somewhat dilapidated mountain temple stands in the wind and snow.

The mountain temple, which originally had red walls and gray tiles, can no longer see a single tile at this moment, and the roof has been covered with a thick layer of white snow.

Two pillars about a foot thick support the eaves of the mountain temple, and there is a seven or eight square open space under the eaves.

The door frame is about ten feet high and seven feet wide, but there is no gate.

The gate faces a small square, which is about the same size as the mountain temple.

The road that originally led to the mountain temple has been completely covered with snow, and only a general outline can be vaguely seen.

The road winds and circles, extending all the way down the mountain, leading to an unknown distance.

Two stone lions, one on the left and one on the right, stood at the entrance of the mountain temple, just at the southern edge of the square.

The heavy snow fell silently, and it had been going on for an unknown period of time.

The originally majestic and upright stone lions were also covered with a thick layer of white snow, and their shapes could not be seen clearly, leaving only two six-foot-high snow piles.

What made people feel strange was that there was a snowman standing between the two snow piles, and no one knew who had built it.

A tiger roar broke the silence of the world, and the thick snow piled on the branches seemed to be out of balance and fell to the ground.

Then, a thin figure appeared on the road a hundred feet away from the mountain temple.

Although the road was covered with thick snow, the outline was still there.

This person was holding an iron fork in his hand, and his whole body was tightly wrapped in a piece of animal skin, which made him look a little bloated.

She wore a hat made of animal skin, and her beautiful face was full of fear and anxiety. She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

It turned out to be a woman!

The woman was panting and running towards the mountain temple, but because of the snow, she fell to the ground many times.

More than five hundred feet away from the woman, a tiger was running towards her.

At this moment, the mountain temple had become the woman's last hope of survival.

The woman's name was Yang Xueting, and she was a villager in Xiaoyang Village at the foot of the mountain.

The villagers were also very pious to the mountain god in the mountain temple. Every year, they would come to worship the mountain god at a fixed time, hoping that the mountain god could bless them to hunt safely in the mountains.

Yang Xueting was originally an orphan. When she was three years old, her parents went into the mountains to hunt and never returned home.

In this way, three-year-old Yang Xueting ate at a hundred families.

The villagers of Xiaoyang Village are simple and honest. It is not the first time that a situation like Yang Xueting's family has happened. A little bit of food left in everyone's mouth can save a life, and no one will stand by and watch someone die.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Xueting has turned seventeen.

Since she was thirteen years old, she has followed the elder brothers and uncles in the village to hunt in the mountains, and has mastered some hunting skills.

In these four years, Yang Xueting has gradually become a real hunter.

For some small animals, Yang Xueting's hunting success rate is not much lower than those elder brothers and uncles.

Yang Xueting can already skillfully use various hunting tools, and she can also make accurate judgments on the location of traps by observing the traces of animal activities.

From the time she successfully killed the first prey, Yang Xueting also began to gradually support herself.

She can't always rely on the help of villagers to make a living.

People will always grow up and become independent.

Today, Yang Xueting can live independently. Although she can only kill some small prey, she can barely make a living.

The cold winter is the most difficult time for the people in Xiaoyang Village. If they have enough food stored at home, they can spend the cold winter smoothly and comfortably.

In Yang Xueting's case, it is impossible to store enough food.

In the cold winter, although animal activities have decreased a lot, many animals do not hibernate and still need to look for food everywhere.

Villagers who lack food still have the opportunity to hunt prey.

It's just that in this season, it is easier to encounter large carnivores in the mountains.

Yang Xueting did not go deep into Dayang Mountain because she was afraid of encountering large carnivores. She originally just wanted to put down some traps and return the same way, but she never thought that her luck was extremely bad.

Just a few dozen miles away from Xiaoyang Village, she actually encountered a big insect.

This place happened to be near the mountain temple. When there was no place to hide, she could only think of entering the mountain temple to hide.

Hope to get the protection of the mountain god.

Yang Xueting fled in front of her in a panic, and the big insect chased her closely behind, getting closer and closer.

The mountain temple was right in front of her, and the big insect was getting closer and closer.

Yang Xueting was panting heavily, and she was already a little exhausted.

The bluestone steps were covered with thick white snow, and were much more slippery than usual.

When the big insect jumped onto the steps, it lost its balance and fell to the ground.

Yang Xueting used the iron fork in her hand as support, and the situation was not bad, but she was a little exhausted, so her climbing speed became slower and slower.

It was less than ten feet away from the entrance of the mountain temple, and the big insect jumped up from the ground and jumped onto the mountains on both sides of the bluestone steps.

After that, the speed of the big insect was no longer affected by the bluestone steps, and it quickly rushed towards Yang Xueting.

At this moment, the big insect was less than a hundred feet away from Yang Xueting.

Yang Xueting had already felt the breath of death.

Perhaps it was the desire for life that made her burst out with the last bit of strength.

Finally, before the big insect pounced on her, Yang Xueting bypassed the snowman at the gate and entered the square of the mountain temple.

The big insect jumped up and pounced directly at Yang Xueting.

At this moment, Yang Xueting had lost her strength, collapsed to the ground, and fell behind the snowman.

If she wanted to fight the big insect head-on, Yang Xueting didn't think she had the strength.

She came to the mountain temple with her last bit of strength, but there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart.

The villagers in the village had an incomparable awe of the mountain god, and the status of the mountain god in their hearts was irreplaceable.

This is a tradition passed down from generation to generation, and has been imprinted in the hearts of every villager in Xiaoyang Village.

The big insect roared, jumped high, and pounced on Yang Xueting who was lying on the ground. The snowman in front of it had long been ignored by it.

At this moment, the big insect was extremely hungry. The appetite had filled the big insect's mind. It only wanted to eat quickly.