Nightmare Attack

"What's wrong with you?" Zigui noticed that the fat man stopped and turned around to look. Google search reading

At this moment they were out of range of the snowman.

There were not as many snowmen as they thought. As they walked, at a certain moment, they suddenly appeared. They thought it would take more time.

And to everyone's surprise, they got out of trouble.

A group of four people walked out of the snowman formation safely.

After a pause for a few seconds, the fat man said in a low voice: "It's nothing, I just felt a little flustered just now."

"Let's leave quickly. Those snowmen are so scary." Han Juanjuan interrupted before Fatty and Zigui could speak. He was carrying a bag and looked frightened.

"Yes, that makes sense. Let's leave quickly." Seeing that we were approaching the tomb of the saint, Shang Zuo did not want to cause trouble and immediately advised him.

"Mr. Wang, let's hurry up." Zigui pulled the fat man.

"Yeah." The fat man looked away.

The group of people continued to move towards the top of the mountain. The sky was already dark now. No one noticed that Han Juanjuan, who was walking at the back, walked very lightly, as if he had no weight. Only three people's footprints were left on the snow.

On the way back, Zi approached the fat man casually, and when Shang Zuo wasn't paying attention, he asked in a low voice: "Mr. Wang, did you notice anything strange in the snowman formation just now?"

When Quilt Gui asked, the fat man's face changed slightly, "You feel it too?"

"Yeah. Zigui kept walking, but his voice was lowered, "There seem to be shadows of familiar people among those snowmen, but I'm not sure. "

After a moment, she continued to add: "Mr. Wang, what I want to say is that if there is something abnormal in the snowman formation, the most likely reason is that a starving man is causing trouble."

"I felt it too, but it was different from what you said. I heard someone calling me from behind, and the voice was someone I was very familiar with." The fat man's face became solemn, and he recalled: "But I can't tell who it is. The voice seemed to have a little bit of everyone’s voice, and I didn’t look back.”

As if the guess in his heart was confirmed, Zigui's tone was slightly urgent, and his beautiful eyes became alert: "It seems that this is it, there is indeed a problem in the snowman formation!"

"Mr. Wang, although there are some things I don't want to say, we must be prepared. Something may have happened to another team, and we are the ones being targeted now."

Zigui turned his head and looked at Shang Zuo and Han Juanjuan. His slightly frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed. Fortunately, they were still alert and nothing happened for the time being.

Han Juanjuan seemed to see Zigui's worry and nodded his chin firmly at her. Zigui responded to him and continued on his way.

Finally, after an hour, everyone climbed to the top.

It was a strange feeling. The moment they reached the top of the mountain, the gloomy feeling around them dissipated. The sky was clear, with a beautiful azure color and a few white clouds.

"Successful!" Han Juanjuan couldn't help but cheer.

Hearing Han Juanjuan's cheers of relief, Shang Zuo's extremely haggard face finally showed a touch of redness.

The gloom that weighed on everyone's hearts seemed to be washed away by joy, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Where is the tomb of the saint?" The fat man looked at Shang Zuo and asked.

Shang Zuo briefly determined the direction, and then pointed to a location with confidence, "It's near there. The entrance is in a cave. I remember it very clearly."

Under the leadership of Shang Zuo, several people quickly found a cave. The entrance of the cave was half buried by snow. Everyone dug out all the tools they could find in their backpacks to dig out the snow. Those who didn't have tools used their hands.

With everyone's efforts, the snow at the entrance of the cave was cleared away in less than half an hour, revealing a somewhat dark passage.

Zigui looked at the rock at the entrance of the cave and touched it with his hands. There were traces of fire on the rock and there were some gravels of different sizes on the ground.

"Is this what you did last time?" Zigui was more cautious and turned to look at Shang Zuo.

Shang Zuo stared at the deep tunnel, with bad memories emerging in his mind. He swallowed and said, "Yes, when we came last time, the entrance to the Saint's Tomb was sealed, and no one had ever gone in. , we had no choice but to use explosives to blow up the hole."

"You are really crazy." Zigui took a deep breath and said, using explosives on the snowy mountain, if one accidentally triggers an avalanche, all of them will be buried.

The position they were in now was not a peak in the strict sense, but a gentle slope under the steep peak.

However, according to Shang Zuo, the people under his boss are all desperadoes, and they are engaged in this kind of business of licking blood on the tip of a knife. It is not surprising that they can do such a thing after only three years of opening.

Han Juanjuan looked at the cave seriously, turned his head, and asked Shang Zuo fiercely: "This is right here, are you sure?"

"Absolutely!" Shang Zuo nodded confidently.

Without wasting any more time, Fatty Zigui and his group took out their mobile phones, turned on their flashlights, and walked into the deep cave.

After they all entered the cave, the originally sunny sky turned gray in an instant, the white clouds were torn apart by the strong wind, and a rare snowstorm blew on the top of the mountain.

From the direction Fatty returned to where they had just walked, there were faint sounds of desperate roars and low, helpless cries.

The voices were male and female, even old and children.

It was as if all the undead souls who had died in the snow-capped mountains and were still trapped in this lost place appeared at this moment. The entire Garzhangde Snow-capped Mountains was filled with a doomsday scene, as if indicating the ending of the story.

"Did you hear anything?" The fat man pricked up his ears. The sound of footsteps echoed in the deep cave, as if there were many invisible people walking behind him.

Zigui stopped and listened carefully for a while before shaking his head, "No."

"I didn't hear it either." Han Juanjuan folded his arms and said, "But it feels so cold, I'm getting goosebumps." As he said that, he looked around, his eyes full of vigilance.

As if he had seen something, Shang Zuo pointed forward and said excitedly: "Here we are, we are here! Just around the corner, there is the sarcophagus of the saint!"

After saying that, he ran over without waiting for anyone else, but the fat man grabbed him, dragged him back, and controlled him like a little chicken, "Follow me."

Sure enough, after turning a corner in front, the view suddenly widened. The space in front of him was about 100 square meters. Zigui guessed that this cave existed a long time ago, and the locals only modified it later, and it became the tomb of the saint today. .

No decent burial objects were seen, but a huge sarcophagus placed in the center attracted everyone's attention.