I heard the creak of the trees burning, and the giant pine in front of me, crumbling in the firelight, was slowly falling towards me.

A pair of big warm hands seemed to grasp my feet and dragged me hard, and the fat man's face came into view, and he was anxiously shouting something to me, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

The eyelids were so heavy, and the whole world gradually turned black in the jump of a firelight......

Pain, cold, biting pain and cold kept rising.

I felt like I was awake and I was dreaming.

I saw the little stinky fart, and she looked at me with disgust: "Little waste, you almost hung up again, you don't listen to your hard work, how about it?" Shame on me this time......"

And the hairy monsters, one by one, came out of the pine forest, densely packed, and squatted in the snow to look at me, with a dull look on their faces, as if they had suddenly lost their souls.

In the midst of countless long-haired monsters, a person appeared, and it was Manager San. With a strange smile on his face, he was writing the snow with the gold pen in his hand, muttering to himself as he painted.

"Don't worry, wait for me to paint your eyes, and you'll come back to life!"

He smiled weirdly, and the smile hanging from the corner of his mouth was like a wisp of smoke, elongated in a blur......

I shuddered from my dream. The whole body was sore, as if it had been overwhelmed by anesthetic.

Looking down, I saw that my wrists and both thighs were wrapped in bandages, and the white bandages were stained with not heavy blood, and it seemed that the bleeding from the wound had stopped.

My body was still covered in a thin layer of snow, and in front of me was a small campfire, scorching and burning, exuding warmth.

Around the bonfire, is the face of a fat man. He looked focused, as if he was making something in earnest, and when he woke up, he finally smiled.

"Thank goodness, Xiaobai, you're awake!"

I felt chapped lips, smoke coming out of my throat and eyes, and I was thirsty.

Looking up, a blazing sun hung overhead, and the sky was blue. The pine forest disappeared from the impression, and as far as the eye could see, there were large snowfields in sight.

They are as calm as the surface of the water, without the slightest undulation of waves.

There was no wind, and the snow seemed to be asleep, reflecting in layers under the scorching sun. Staring, it takes less than a minute to stab people's eyes.

I licked my lips and asked the fat man how long he had been asleep and where was it?

"You've slept all night!"

The fat man told me that he was frightened after I fainted, and that he was afraid that the long-haired monster would be killed again in the pine forest, so he carried me out and walked on for a long time before he dared to stop, so he came to this flat snowy area.

I nodded, and asked him where he got the campfire.

The fat man winked at me slyly and said you forgot? The pine forest was burning, and fires and firewood were everywhere.

"Xiaobai, guess what's in those pine trees?"

What's in the pines? What does that mean? I was a little confused for a moment. Then I remembered that the trees were burning abnormally, and it seemed that they were indeed different from ordinary green pines.

Sniffing my nose, I could smell what seemed to be a smell of fuel around me. Is this pine oil from a pine tree?

"It's not pine oil, it's gasoline!"

The fat man said as he handed me what he had made.

I took it and saw that it was a torch.

It was tied together with several pieces of rough bark, which were wet and shiny, and were bound in circles of white tape, which was quite strong. And this white tape seems to be in our first aid kit.

On the other side of the torch was a large mass of wound bandages, soaked in black grease and smelling pungent, and it was indeed gasoline.

There are two of them, each of which is more than half a meter long, and it looks sturdy and durable, and it should be able to support it for a while.

No wonder the pine forests burned so easily, because the trees were full of gasoline.

But how did the gasoline get into the green pines? This is puzzling, and can only be explained by the fact that everything is unreasonable here.

The snow that used to be endless has disappeared and the temperature has become hot, like being in the desert.

A breeze blew, and I saw the snow in the distance being blown away, revealing a mottled piece of yellow earth. Stirring the thin snow under your feet, warm sand soon appeared.

The fat man had already discovered this situation, and he said that the environment here was like the pine forest, and it had changed unconsciously.

I moved my stiff limbs, and I felt that the wound was no longer serious, but my whole body was sore.

Looking at the roaring campfire in front of me, I took a deep breath, tried to calm my mind, and began to recall what I had experienced since entering the painting.

snow storms, icebergs, pine forests, white sand; Giant bears, snow demons, hairy monsters......

The snow is still snow, and the snow is still snow, but the snow and the surrounding temperature are decreasing and climbing.

In the beginning, the giant bears and snow monsters we encountered were only one in number and almost impossible to attack. What does it mean that the hairy monsters in the pine forest, although they have increased in number, have been defeated by us and are still afraid of fire?

My heart suddenly lit up.

The breadth of this snowy picture scroll seems to be boundless, and for the spellcaster, just like Manager Sang, he must also use a lot of mana to maintain it.

The rise in temperature and the decrease in snow just prove that his skills are weakening, and waves of monster attacks are tribulations for us, but for Manager Sang, who created these monsters, the blow of failure is also not small!

His absolute strength has gradually been lost, and he can only rely on the number of monsters to maintain it, and it seems that the road is getting more and more difficult, but in fact it is a kind of helplessness to see the dagger.

And the so-called "Heavenly Dao", as if prompted by the thousand-year-old demon spirit, the clues left in the illusion of this picture scroll are likely to be the key to cracking, and the seven or eight warning daisies, as well as the fire that was discovered by us, are proof.

This is a snowy field, and the monsters and animals that grow in it must be covered with long hair, and many of them are afraid of fire, which is a natural fear. Now that we have torches in our hands, these crises will be solved.

We are resting, presumably Manager Sang who is hiding in the picture scroll is also taking the opportunity to breathe, if you want to get out of this picture scroll, you must be able to go straight to the island imperial dragon in one go, and eradicate it in one fell swoop while his mana is weakening!

I told the fat man about my analysis, and after some discussion, the two decided to move forward. I have a vague premonition in my heart that after all kinds of hardships and dangers, we are not far from the final decisive battle.

It's just that I don't know what kind of dagger this scheming and vicious Manager Sang will hide in this vast picture?