"Those monsters in the snow, in their eyes, we are monsters...... old Indian said slowly, filling himself with a coffee pot, "to remember, my great-great-great-grandfather—just my ancestor, who once gave back to the mayor of the town, old York; I've worked part-time. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old at the time. Old York hired a lot of bodyguards, among them a Chinese, with a yellow face and thin muscles, crying at the portrait of his wife all day long, and unfamiliar people may look down on him, but this person is really a cold weapons expert, especially when he has even a small stone in his hand, it is doomed that people within ten square meters around him will not have the opportunity to shoot him. One night, my ancestors saw the man fight a Japanese man and die that night. Old York also had a conscience, and sent a sum of money to the Chinese's wife according to the address, but there was no response for a long time, and later he heard from a friend who was doing business in the East that the Chinese's entire family was killed, and the wall was written in blood 'The smuggler is killed', and the locals explained that it probably means not to listen to the command from above, and those who act privately will be killed. It seems that he belongs to a mysterious organization, but because his wife is seriously ill, he has to be a bodyguard, but he should not be killed, is this organization extremely hateful to foreigners? It is also possible that there are many people in China who are hostile to foreigners. Old York knew about this and was deeply sympathetic to it, but within a few days, more than thirty Chinese came and went directly to his mine. You must know that there was a gold rush in San Francisco at that time, so the train was opened, and when I entered the inland state of Utah (Nevada was part of Utah at that time), there was a sea of desert sand everywhere, and it took half a month to ride a good horse. But these people seem to have come here, all with sharp cold blades.

Of course, Old York didn't know what was going on, he was a little scared, he used to be arrogant for a while with a mine guard team with dozens of guns, but after that incident, he was much more honest. The leading Chinese claims to be surnamed Anshan, it seems to be a pseudonym, the Chinese look similar, but this person is particularly imposing, and at first glance he is much more powerful than the white man who is a head taller than him. Ansan took a tough attitude and demanded that Old York evacuate with his mine guard team and hundreds of workers, and the mine entrance was blocked. Old York, thinking that they wanted to extort a sum of money from themselves on the grounds that the Chinese who died here, or wanted to divide the interests of the mine equally, refused to agree at first. But Na Ansan said that if he didn't agree, he would kill everyone. Those bodyguards were all exiles or retired soldiers who had been severely punished, and they were all angry when they heard this, they were all masters of drawing guns and firing quickly, but before they could touch the handle of the gun, a very inconspicuous subordinate beside Ansan immediately kicked the first seven or eight people down. An San suddenly kicked over a basin of washing water on the table, then spread out a hand, and as soon as the palm of his hand was connected, the water splashed onto the palm, and immediately rotated in the palm of his hand, turning more and more solid, and finally condensed into an ice ball, threw it casually, and exploded, and everyone who raised a gun behind him turned into an ice lump with a gun in his hand......"

"Wait!" Teng Yue stretched out his hand and asked, "This old man, do you know Jin Yong?" ”

Marcus was stunned: "You know, you Chinese Alexandre Dumas." ”

"Have you read his "Smiling Proud Jianghu"?"

"I've seen it, although I can't understand the cultural differences......"

"Do you know what Zuo Lengzen's stunt is?"

"I know, it's called the Ice Palm (Note: the original book is the Ice Palm)."

"yes!" Teng Yue sneered, "You old liar! Find a martial arts novel that is not famous in the future and continue to compile it! ”

Marcus smiled generously, "I did read martial arts novels, but they were not used as a basis for fabricating what my ancestors had seen. It can be said that your Chinese martial arts novels may be popular in your own cultural circles, but we don't like to read them, just as you don't like to read Shakespeare. But it was precisely because I listened to the stories handed down by my ancestors that I became interested in the martial arts of the Chinese, and searched everywhere for these books. Young man, I'm not done yet. ”

Teng Yue nodded: "Flicker, flicker." ”

"With only one hand, the palm of the other hand burned red, he dipped his hand in the remaining water in the basin, and the water made a 'sizzling' sound, and quickly steamed into hot gas, and dissipated into the air, and even the basin was burned through a large hole, and the table below was turned into black char as if it had been thrown into the stove and lit. Everyone was stunned, if such a palm slapped on a person, it would not be charred and rotten? They couldn't speak for a long time, and they all lowered their heads, afraid that bad luck would befall them. Ansan said, I'm not joking, I'm going to kill hundreds of you, it won't take ten minutes, it's just that I eat vegetarian food, I don't like to kill more, and I don't want to take people's lives casually, I hope you will retreat in the face of difficulties. When Old York saw such a scene, how could he continue to resist? And so it did. Who expected that on the night of the stoppage, another group of white men from Europe came to them, they were neither tourists nor gold diggers, nor vagabonds or war veterans, and they demanded that Old York continue to open the mine, and if necessary, provide financial and technical support, and they would be responsible for what happened. Old York was a little caught between and at a loss. But when those Chinese saw the white man coming, they were actually a little jealous and quietly left the town. Not long after, the group of Chinese returned, this time not only themselves, but also a group of Arabs, a group of black Africans, and Indians who did not know where they came from, but my ancestors saw the same Indians, went up to talk cordially, but people ignored him, my ancestors could not see which tribe they were, only felt that it was a large alliance of tribes, and they had everything to say. In fact, there were Chinese piglets and black slaves in the mines of Old York, but in the same way, the Chinese said that the group of Chinese also came from all parts of China, including several Southeast Asians, Japanese and Koreans. And the black slaves also said that the group of Africans included almost all black people in Africa. In this way, these four groups formed an alliance and their attitudes became tough again. My ancestors recalled that although there was a slight friction between the four groups, they also had a common goal, and they were still the same interest group, and the white people who supported Old York, although they were in decline, were not afraid, and they also carried some strange-shaped machines with rotating repeating barrels, and they were powerful (machine guns were only invented after 1883 AD, and before they were tied together in bundles of guns), and there were more than 200 people on both sides, and no one would budge, and the saber rattling was so tense that they used force directly. Old York, they all guessed that there must be flesh and blood flying under the mine, and no one dared to go down to look at it. However, at this moment, there was a violent explosion in the mine for unknown reasons, and the shaking range was very wide, and the entire mine collapsed, and the smoke and dust were billowing out. It wasn't until the whole day had passed that people dared to go down to see it, and soon found a lot of corpses, but the number was wrong, some of the corpses were missing, maybe they weren't dead, maybe they couldn't be found, such as the Ansan ...... Since then, the snow in this area has been particularly heavy. In the winter of that year, when the snow was so heavy that it obscured the sky and there was no sunlight, all kinds of monsters appeared, and they crawled out of the ground to hide in the snow to feed, and ate many people......"

He finished abruptly, and began to chant his Indian mantra again, his expression changing back to dementia. Regardless of whether his words are true or not, the most important thing is that there is no constructive solution.

Gralis looked miserable: "Officer Fang, since the phone can't get through, I want to go home and see how my mother and father are?" "His family was poor, and his father was a paralyzed man who needed to be cared for by his mother.

Fang Tian shook his head resolutely: "No, absolutely not!" If you go out, you will surely die. It's okay if you take it here, or I'll be sorry for your parents! She said to Teng Yue angrily: "If you don't come sooner or later, you will die at this time!" ”

Teng Yue's heart was warm: "Are you caring about me?" ”

"Nope." Fang Tian's face has long been tempered in her police career, and she will not be embarrassed by this.

"That'...... My parents-in-law ......"

Fang Tian said gloomily: "No way. Let's wait until the sun is out and the snow melts. This is the only way. ”

George interjected, "This kind of snow will take half a month with us. There's not much to eat here, and Evel's supermarket is only a hundred steps away......"