Zhao Junhao stared at Mr. Hua, and Mr. Hua also stared at Zhao Junhao.

After a long time, Mr. Hua shook his head.

"Well, if you must go, then let it be you, I have already warned you."

After speaking, he ignored Zhao Junhao, turned around and talked to the elderly villager while walking towards the mountain.

"Mr. Hua, these two flies are really annoying, I'll let them get rid of them."

Song Junyi stepped forward and suggested.

Joanna nodded her head as well.

Mr. Hua shook his head and disagreed.

But the reason, he didn't say much.

He could feel that neither Zhao Junhao nor Caterina were ordinary people.

He didn't want to clash with the two unless he had to.

A group of more than 20 people, lined up in two columns, walked slowly to the top of the snowy mountain.

Zhao Junhao and Caterina were in front, not far from Joanna and the others, and they could clearly hear the conversation between Mr. Hua and the old villager.

According to the conversation between the two, Zhao Junhao learned that over the years, there were not many people who came to look for the flowers of the dead.

Some really want to find the usefulness of the afterlife flower, some have the intention of treasure hunting, and some come to explore......

In short, there are all kinds of people, and these people, without exception, have stayed forever in the vast and boundless Changbai Mountain Snow Mountain.

Years of accumulation have also left a terrifying legend to this snow-capped mountain.

It is said that in the depths of the snow-capped mountains, there is a gate of hell.

It is the border between earth and hell, and once the living see that door, they will never come back.

More and more people died, and the legends became more and more terrifying, so that this old villager was the only one left in Ke Village, and he was willing to lead the way.

After three hours of marching, everyone was exhausted, but at this time, they were still a long way from the mountainside.

In this case, it would take at least another six or seven hours to climb the snow-capped mountains and find the legendary gates of hell.

As time went on, the sky grew darker and the temperature got cooler.

At this time, everyone really wants to have a place to rest and eat.

The old villagers' physical strength seemed to be better than those plainclothes and bodyguards, and after walking for so long, they could always talk to Mr. Hua.

"Half an hour away."

He told the people.

Half an hour later, everyone understood what he meant.

A rudimentary chain bridge appeared ahead, and on the other side of the bridge there were five or six houses made of trees.

"This is a house built by medicine pickers and ginseng pickers, although it is a little broken, but it is enough to shelter from the wind and rain and sleep."

Pointing to the other side of the bridge, the old villager explained.

"I can only send you here, the legend says that the afterlife flower grows in the valley on the other side of the mountaintop, and the rest is up to you."

Mr. Hua nodded, thanked the old villager, and instructed his subordinates to give him a few hundred more yuan.

Then he prepared to walk onto the chain bridge.

A bodyguard ran over.

"Mr. Hua, let me explore the way first."

The bodyguards of the gate valve are different, and this kind of extremely dangerous work is also rushed to do, which shows its loyalty.

He stepped cautiously onto the chain bridge, and the planks on it creaked and seemed to shatter at any moment.

Fortunately, he made it all the way to the other side of the bridge without any accidents.

"No problem, you can come here."

Next, Mr. Hua, Joanna and Song Junyi crossed the bridge one by one.

Then, Zhao Junhao and Katarina also went on the bridge one after another.

However, just when the two of them were halfway there, they suddenly only heard a "boom", the sound of the chain breaking, and the chain bridge was broken.