In a trance, Yu Moji returned to many years ago, when he was still very young.

She curled up beside the woman like a kitten. The two of them lay together on a bed no wider than the door.

Women don't seem to like the concept of "together". Her back to the ink marks, her body close to the wall, her hair on one side, clearly conveying her intention to avoid the little girl.

Yu Moji remained motionless and accepted all this silently.

She was groggy and didn't know whether she was alive or dead, except that her eyes were glazed out, and her head looked like someone had been cut open and dozens of iron clips were caught together. But perhaps it was this that allowed her scalp to barely stretch to her bones.

Every pore on her body was grinning; Her life is slowly passing along these holes all over her body.

However, she thought that since it was so painful, she should still be alive.

At this time, she suddenly noticed a man standing by the bed, unable to see his expression clearly.

Other. She shouted silently in her heart. Her throat felt like a stick of firewood had been stabbed into her, and her lungs were full of ashes, and she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't scream.

She stared hard at her dry eyes, trying to distract the man.

She knew in her heart that she wouldn't last long. In a few moments, her eyes would burn into two lifeless charred briquettes and roll to the ground with a grunt.

It's not okay. She thought silently.

The man, as she had hoped, gave her a sudden look, turned and walked away.

Yu Moji didn't let his guard down. She looked at the unconscious woman lying against the wall next to her, struggling with whether to wake her up.

She suddenly caught a glimpse of the woman's hands resting on one side, five fingers loosely spread. I was so tired that I didn't have time to put it under the quilt before I fell asleep.

Yu Moji felt that his body was about to burn into ashes, but the soles of his feet were so cold that there was no vitality at all. It's a cold day.

The cold made her give up the idea of waking the woman. She decided to tuck the woman's hand into the quilt first.

She struggled to move herself. Her small body is obviously only a thin one, but it can be so heavy.

She struggled to move over. At this time, she saw a clear wound and dried blood on the woman's forehead.

The woman is dead.

Yu Moji woke up suddenly.

She couldn't see anything, she couldn't hear anything.

There was only one feeling left in her body at the moment.

Pain.

The sharp pain prompted her to come to her senses. The pain sends a clear message that she is alive. Just now, she even had a dream that was exactly the same nightmare she used to have when she was alive.

She was even more convinced that she was still alive. It doesn't get much better than that.

At the same time, she felt the heat in herself.

Of course, this heat can also be a proof of her life. However, the body temperature of a healthy person usually does not reach such a heat.

Yu Moji knew he had a fever.

When she met Tu Lian and them in the temple, she was already a little sick; After encountering all kinds of hardships along the way, Yu Moji's sick color did not reappear - this may have been her desperate posture that worked, in short, she originally thought that she was fine.

Unexpectedly, the disease has been dormant in her body, and when she caught this moment when she was the most vulnerable and helpless, she came out to bully her.

Yu Moji had no choice but to move the fingers of both hands first.

It's her old habit, and it's the first thing she'll do when she wakes up from the darkness. As long as she can control her fingers, her life is not completely out of control.

Yu Moji sat up slowly with his hands propped on the ground, if it was the ground.

At this time, she felt that something was wrong under her.

Maybe the ice is too deep, or maybe it's night. There was no sunlight shining in, and Yu Moji's eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. She had no choice but to reach out and fumble with trepidation.

She slowly touched a man's hand. And then the arms, the shoulders, the neck –

Yu Moji was so frightened that he was about to cry.

Her hand didn't dare to make any more movements, and could only hang in the air empty; She tried to make a little noise in her voice, which was crying thicker and thicker, trying to wake up the person she was holding down.

She quickly gave up on this useless work.

In fact, when she reached out to touch it, she had already found that the place she touched was cold.

It's a dead man.

Yu Moji struggled to stop himself from screaming. Tu Lian said before that in the snowy mountains, shouting loudly is not a friend, let alone rescue, but a deadly avalanche; And in this environment, her power will soon be lost, and she can't just waste it casually. It's the same with her life.

Yu Moji forced himself to calm down.

It was because this man's body was here that she was able to save her life. She repeated it to herself over and over again until her gratitude was finally able to overpower her fear.

Yu Moji struggled to move to the side and staggered to his feet. Although she had at least one leg that was not lightly injured, she could barely walk-

She quickly tripped over as she kicked something slightly soft in the dark.

That's probably another ......

The ink marks were on the verge of collapse. She had never suffered so much in the mountains, and she had never broken down like this.

She was afraid that it was dead, and even more afraid that it was alive.

She sat slumped in place, not daring to move.

It was already cold in the cracks of the ice, and since Yu Moji didn't dare to move, the little bit of temperature left in her body quickly dissipated at a speed she could feel.

Yu Moji definitely didn't want to freeze into an ice sculpture, so he could only convince himself that there were more than just corpses around him. They...... No, they used to be living people.

Her breathing finally calmed down.

Yu Moji finally thought at this time that he should grope for whether he still had anything on him.

The severed rope at her waist had now flown somewhere; All she had left in her bag was a furoshiki, and the iron hoops and hooks she had brought with her to create labor-saving tools were all gone.

Yu Moji didn't have much expectation, and in the face of all this, he only subconsciously wiped his fingers on the corners of his clothes, as if to wipe away the ominous aura stained from the dead man; Only then did she reach into her arms, and found that the silver tickets she had hidden on her body were all there—she almost wanted to laugh, what was the use of money in this situation?

In addition to the silver ticket, she also touched a signal cigarette. This came as a surprise to her. Thinking that she couldn't bring this thing to Wei Linyuan that day, she inadvertently put it close to her body with the silver ticket.

Yu Moji was overjoyed for a while, but soon returned to disappointment - there had always been few people on the snowy mountains, and even if the flame of this signal smoke could get away with breaking through the ice crevice, I am afraid that no one would see it.

Even if you see it, it is difficult for people walking in the snowy mountains to save their lives despite all their might, so how can they have the spare strength to go down to the ice crevices to save people?

Yu Mochen knew in her heart that she could only rely on herself.

She pinched the signal cigarette and rubbed it over and over for a long time, and finally came up with a solution.

At the tail of the signal smoke, there is a device that ignites a spark. When Yu Moji tossed this thing before, he made a small design, as long as the tail was lit for a short enough time, the signal smoke would not be lit, and it could be kept and used.

She did this, on the one hand, because she was used to frugality, and she didn't even dare to run out of signal smoke at one time; On the other hand, it is also for the sake of safety. She herself is not a particularly careful person, and Wei Linyuan is even more of a horse. After she made this change, in case Wei Linyuan accidentally lit the wrong signal cigarette, there was always room for repentance.

And now, if she could seize the time and light something with that reusable spark, there would no longer be darkness around her.

Light naturally has many benefits.

Yu Moji went through the things that he could use at the moment in his heart. She still had a piece of clothing left on her body, and in this snowy mountain, this was the last thing she could use to keep warm, including the furoshiki that had been wrapped around her waist to keep warm at the moment, and it would never burn.

Of course, there are clothes on the dead people. However, even though Yu Moji did not believe in gods and Buddhas, he still retained a little reverence for death. Even in such a critical situation, she was reluctant to disturb the purity of others.

Other than that, all that was left was the silver ticket in her arms.

Yu Moji almost wanted to cry without tears.

She knew that she had always cherished her life, but she had always thought that she was a person who loved money like her life. Now she understands that the so-called "love of money as life" is actually just a rather inaccurate metaphor.

She didn't have to dwell on it for long, and then lit the first silver ticket.

When the fire lit up, Yu Moji realized that it was actually the most valuable one. She just smoked it casually, why did she draw it so accurately?

But she couldn't care so much at the moment.

A thin silver ticket, the burning time is quite short, Yu Moji knew that he must not waste this short moment, but he still couldn't help but glance at a few dead people on the ground - there were more than two people on the ground, but they were not people Yu Moji knew, I am afraid that they were the mountain climbers who were unfortunately killed not long ago. With that little bit of fire, Yu Moji also found the Flying Eagle Pickaxe that had fallen to the side, which was really a big surprise; In addition, she was shocked to find that a broken ice cube had been inserted into her left leg that was in pain.

She walked around later, and the ice turned into water and soaked in the wound, which would definitely be worse.

Yu Mochen thought for a moment, and took advantage of his usual hesitation before he could attack, so he clenched his thin teeth like a braided shell, and stretched out his hand to pull out the ice cube. Bingling brought out a bead of blood, but Yu Moji didn't see it—her eyes went black with pain, and she almost passed out again.

But she couldn't pass out.

She was alone now, and no one was going to wake her up again.

She struggled to her feet with her pickaxe, trying to walk a few steps. She felt like she shouldn't have hurt her bones, which was a rare blessing.

Before the flames were extinguished, Yu Moji judged a possible way out.