Chapter 39

Neither of us wanted to explain too much, so I nodded, acquiescing. Ma Fatzi immediately advised us not to move forward, saying that these legends may not be reliable. There is no traffic in the depths of the snow-capped mountains, and there are not many animals, people live in it, what do they eat and drink? Perhaps a thousand years ago, the terrain was different, and there might have been real people, but now, it is impossible to be inhabited.

In short, it is to persuade us to go back with them, so that you and I will be good.

Who knows, as soon as he landed on the ground, Estelle suddenly pointed ahead and said, "Ah, look, there are people!" These words drew our attention instantly, and when we looked in the direction of her finger, we saw a figure suddenly appear on the horizon in the distance.

The figure is still far away, men and women do not distinguish, it is early in the morning, the snow mist is steaming, the cold wind is blowing snow foam flying all over the sky, the person is far away, and the figure is even more difficult to distinguish. But one thing is certain, that person can't be Yang Ming, because he came from the north, and even if Yang Ming appeared, he shouldn't have appeared in the north.

Who is it?

In this snowy mountain, there are even lone walkers?

It's said to be a no-man's land, how do I feel quite lively now? The next moment, I reached out with my telescope, and as the telescope zoomed in, I finally saw the man clearly. The moment I saw the person who came, I only felt an indescribable feeling arise.

It was a man in a red Tibetan robe, very young, he looked younger than me, he seemed to be in his early nineteen or early twenties, with a silver Tibetan knife pinned to his waist, and in his hand like a monk, a string of bright red beads hung from it, which was very eye-catching.

This young man is quite handsome, and his appearance belongs to the kind that is more popular with little girls, he comes from the wind and snow, and the wind-blown Tibetan robe keeps flying, but his steps are always unhurried.

If we walk in the wind and snow for a long time, our eyes will be very dry, so we will carry things like windproof sunglasses to protect our eyes. But this person does not have any modern outdoor tools, and through the high-powered telescope lens, I can even clearly observe that his eyes are very normal, as black as ink, without the characteristic dryness of the cold wind after the wind blows.

This man was holding a string of beads in his hand, walking in the snow without hurrying, with an indifferent expression on his face, and he did not see any equipment bags on his body, which was really strange.

Just as I was holding the binoculars, turning the magnification to the maximum, and observing the young man up close, the person in the lens suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight at my lens.

In an instant, a very intense emotion erupted in those dark eyes, which I can hardly describe in words, but the feeling was as if I was being targeted by some fierce animal, but on the contrary, the young man's face did not have a little fierce color, except for the eyes, which really did not look like the eyes of a young man.

He walked straight towards us, and everyone looked at each other, no one expected to meet such a strange person in such a place. And as the distance closed, we could see each other even without binoculars, and even with my good hearing, I could hear the sound of his Tibetan robe brushing in the wind.

Just this time, the fat man suddenly poked my waist with his hand, he stared at the young man, but his mouth quickly said: "It's that person." When he said this, his voice was very dry, as if he was very nervous.

I didn't react for a moment and said, "Which one?" ”

Ma Fatzi said: "The owner of that igloo." When he said this, his expression was very nervous, and his voice was very low, as if he was afraid that the person opposite him would hear it: "The hidden knife on his body, and the string of beads on his hand, are what we saw in the igloo." Damn, is he a human or a ghost? Why did you run ahead of us instead? ”

Tan Jian said last night that Yang Ming didn't need to take it to heart, but the owner of the igloo was definitely not easy to mess with. Unexpectedly, Tan Jian's words came true, and the owner of this igloo actually appeared in the north.

Is there any shortcut that can't be taken in the glacial belt?

Other than that, I can't figure out why he's coming out of front of us.

At this time, the young man was already very close to us, and when I got closer, I realized that this man was only in his early nineteens and twenties, but he was quite tall, and he compared me to the fat man.

As he approached, he glanced at the five of us calmly, and finally spoke; "You took my things." Not a question, but an affirmative.

His voice was very calm, not big or small, not like the tone of a young man, but a little like the kind of monk who had attained the Tao to speak, not hurried, very calm. This calm voice brings people a more nervous feeling.

I thought he was talking about the fire lotus in the ice, and immediately said, "It's not us, the fire lotus, it was the man with the long beard who made it, and we didn't take it." ”

The young man looked at me and shook his head slightly, "I know." It's not a fire lotus, it's something in my room. ”

What's in the room?

Tan Jian and Zhou Xuanye and I all looked at Ma Fatzi and Estelle, didn't these two say that they only took expired compressed food? Could it be that he stole some other treasures from others?

This person chased here, naturally it couldn't be for a package of expired food.

Ma Fatzi was dumbfounded, and said, "Wronged, I took a bag of food, and I really didn't move the things in the igloo." "This young man is very indifferent, but he doesn't really do anything to us, but somehow, it just makes people feel an invisible pressure. This kind of pressure made Ma Fatzi's anxious explanation look very cowardly at the moment.

Just as Ma Fatzi finished speaking, the young man pursed his lips and said, "Give me something to eat." ”

I choked and said no, right? This person came all the way to get a packet of expired food, right? Tan Jian and I looked at each other, both puzzled, Tan Jian didn't say a word, didn't say a word, entered the tent, took out the expired food that we threw aside casually, and then handed it to the young man.

You can't eat food that has expired, but if you keep it well or have a good stomach, as long as it doesn't expire for too long, you won't have a problem eating it.

After the young man took the things, he didn't say a word, walked to the hot springs, hung the beads around his neck, washed his hands, opened the food package, took out a black, already a little damp compressed biscuit, and ate it slowly.

Expired things to eat too? Still eating so naturally? Somehow, I suddenly felt that this person was quite pitiful, although I grew up in an orphanage, but I haven't eaten expired food since I became sensible.

Suppressing the thought of wanting to speak, I gave Tan Jian and Zhou Xuanye a look, signaling what to do now, Zhou Xuanye paused, and said, "Don't provoke him, let's pack up our things and leave first." "Immediately after that, we quickly began to pack up the tent. During this time, I couldn't help but be curious, and from time to time I went to observe the young man.

Of course, I'm not the only one who does this, and Estelle is similar to the fat man, just like me, who is a thief and a thief.

People are curious, and in this kind of place, it is strange that such a strange person appears without peeping.

The man took out only a biscuit, and the rest of the bag was carefully tied tightly by him with a rope, apparently to preserve the rest.

Could it be that this person still continues to eat these expired things?

He only had a compressed biscuit in his hand and ate it slowly. That thing was originally a relatively dry food, but because of the resurgence of his food, he ate it. Leaked a lot of debris on the hands. When he finished eating, he twisted the crumbs and put them in his mouth, and then he came out of the hot spring lake. I took a sip of water and drank it.

The fat man put his shoulder on my shoulder and said, "Hey, do you think that kid seems to be having a miserable life?" "I ignored the fat man, and said that I still need you to talk about this? I'm alone, save some food, and I have to eat three pieces a meal to barely be, he's a young man, bigger than me, just eat that piece, or expired, scum don't let go, can it not be miserable?

People are inherently wary of those who are worse than themselves, so after observing this, Ma Fatzi and I both feel less stressed. Estelle was even more direct, saying: "He looks so pitiful, expired things, so disgusting." ”

I thought about it, took a compressed biscuit from the equipment bag, and quietly stuffed it to the kid, of course, I can't let Tan Jian see it, otherwise the turtle hair will kill me.

The man took the biscuit, and was not polite, glanced at me, nodded slightly, and continued to eat, looking a little wolfing, as if he was afraid that I would take it back.

I looked at his eating appearance and felt a sore throat, because this thing tasted very bad, only half the size of a ping pong ball, because it was compressed, so it was very full, and at the same time it was also very hard, and when you ate it, you have to eat it slowly with water, otherwise it will be as uncomfortable as swallowing sand or small stones, and it will swell when you eat it.

After the man finished eating, he finally said, "It's delicious, thank you." ”

Of course, this is a peach flavor...... No, the point seems to be wrong. The first time I heard someone say that compressed cookies were delicious! I swear, this man has never eaten anything really good.