February is not a suitable day to enter the mountain, Nanga Bawari, the pheromone recorded in the shady pit, there is a sea of hidden flowers in the legend, there are many black shadows in the ice, which is the destination of Wu Xie's trip, another ancient building in Zhangjia.

At this time, Wu Xie held a compass in his hand, avoided all the lamas in the temple, identified the direction, and began to advance towards the mountain, covered with snow, connecting the sky and the earth into a line, despite the previous experience of Changbai Mountain, Wu Xie had already put on goggles, but walking in the silence of a snow-white for a long time, Wu Xie also felt that he had been completely numb.

Wu Xie had to admit that the concentration and self-control ability of the stuffy oil bottle were so strong that they were perverted, and it was only half a day, in this vast white snow, he endured the mental pressure that was not simply lonely, he adjusted the route of travel at any time, and in the pheromones, because he could not use tools such as compasses to identify directions, he could only vaguely judge his position from the actions of the most intelligent guru.

Wu Xie didn't know how long he had been walking, he intended to draw the symbol of the end of his life in the place of this snow-capped mountain, in fact, he didn't think much about it, just because the place where the end symbol was drawn in the whole game was near here.

Thinking back to the last time, the bullet slashed through his neck, although it cut his skin, but it happened to avoid the fatal blood vessels and trachea, Wu Xie subconsciously touched the wound on his neck, thinking that he had almost fallen into a state of madness, he casually lit a cigarette and continued to walk towards the established place.

In the vast white snow, Wu Xie seemed to see a touch of blue in a trance, this blue he was familiar with, he liked to wear a blue hoodie very much before the stuffy oil bottle, almost regardless of the four seasons, he liked this, and he was not afraid of cold, but his body temperature was low in all seasons.

Wu Xie smiled, didn't think much about it, and when he got closer, he realized that it was another statue of a stuffy oil bottle. It's just that unlike the statue in the temple, this statue's expression seems to be very tired, and there is a faint sadness locked between his eyebrows.

Wu Xie looked at the statue of the stuffy oil bottle, and even though he was only a statue, he still felt that something should be done for 'it'. Fortunately, Wu Xie and the stuffy oil bottle are about the same height and figure, and the person who carved this statue also seems to have carved the stuffy oil bottle to a vivid degree.

Wu Xie put down his backpack, took out a new jacket from it and put it on, and took out a long scarf and tied it tightly around his neck.

The temperature of the fingers of the 'stuffy oil bottle' is very cold, but the skin is not as rough as a rock, and when you touch it carefully, there is a delicate feeling of skin, Wu Xie gently rubbed his hand, for a long time, when he felt that he was about to warm it, he took out a pair of gloves from it and put it on.

After doing all this, Wu Xie looked at it and smiled slightly, in the pheromones before, there was no statue of the stuffy oil bottle here, and he had never been here, I don't know who carved the stuffy oil bottle in a certain year that was lost in this memory, maybe he remembered his mother sometime, right?

Wu Xie thought secretly, turned around and was about to continue walking, but was suddenly hooked by something.