There was a man half-buried in the snow, face down, revealing his entire back, and his yellow jacket was very visible in the snow.

Wang Daming hurriedly ran forward, turned over and saw that it was Chen Cong, a technician from the technical department.

He touched the pulse on Chen Cong's neck, but he couldn't feel the pulse at all.

As the chief engineer, the technical department is under the jurisdiction of Wang Daming. In the company, he and Chen Cong see each other almost every day.

Unexpectedly, I haven't seen you for a few days, and the sky is separated!

After shouting a few times, he suddenly reacted. You can't shout again, in case of another avalanche, it will be a big trouble.

He stood up and looked around, 20 meters ahead, there seemed to be another person.

Quickly ran to take a look, Shen Tianmin, the manager of the sales department, was lying there motionless on his back.

The hand reached over and touched it, and his pulse was gone.

Wang Daming looked around, but except for Chen Cong and Shen Tianmin, he didn't find anyone else.

Shen Tianmin's mountaineering bag was still on his back, and Chen Cong's mountaineering bag was missing.

Wang Daming didn't know how to examine the corpses, and he didn't know how many days they had been dead. Just looking at the two colleagues, lying so quietly beside him, he felt endless sadness.

How is it that people die when they turn their heads like this?

A spirit, he felt that he could not stay in the mountains.

The two colleagues on the side have already set an example for him.

So he had to hurry down the mountain, or he might die on the mountain himself.

Wang Daming checked Shen Tianmin's backpack, which contained all his personal begotiance, but there was no food. They should have not come down the mountain in time, trapped on the mountain and starved to death. Chen Onion's legs also have obvious abnormal bending.

The two colleagues didn't touch their things, and he felt that it was immoral to take their belongings, so he kept them with them.

He decided to go down the mountain, as long as he lived, he could try again next time to see if he could go back to Earth.

Going down the mountain is less laborious than going up, but since he has been on the mountain for so many days, the way down the mountain is no longer the route he took last time he went down.

After walking for a long time, a large stream about 5 meters wide appeared in front of me to block the road. The water in this big stream looks deep, and the water from the melting of the snow-capped mountains is also very cold, and the flow speed is also very fast.

He had no choice but to continue down in the direction of the current.

After more than ten miles, the stream began to widen and become shallower, and the flow of water slowed down.

Turning a corner, there was a man lying in the water in front of him, still wearing a hiking suit.

This is yet another colleague.

He hurriedly ran forward to take a look, and this person was Wang Zhiwei, the captain of the mountaineering team, who was dead.

Wang Zhiwei is the chairman of the company's labor union, and this league building was organized by him, so I really didn't expect him to die here.

He had a bloody hole in his left ear that ran through his right ear, looking seeping through the man. The whole person was lying to the sky, his eyes still open.

Wang Daming felt that he should have died very suddenly, and there was still an expression of disbelief on his face.

He felt very bad, Wang Zhiwei was killed, and his head was pierced by a sharp weapon.

Where are the others? What happened to him? Who killed him? Was it an indigenous or a colleague?

Wang Daming felt a mess in his head.

There was a hiking bag floating in the water in front, and he walked over to pick it up and checked, and inside was a tent.

It's a backpack dedicated to the tent and nothing else.

Wang Daming felt that this was not a place to stay for a long time, so he had to find a safe and hidden place quickly. He walked on for five miles, and the trees began to grow. He felt like he was going to the forest.

After half an hour of walking along the stream, a distinct forest line appeared in front of him.

Wang Daming was already sleepy and tired, so he hurriedly set a few traps, found a place with lush trees, set up a tent, and began to sleep as soon as he got in.

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Feeling that someone was talking in a daze, Wang Daming woke up as soon as he was excited.

He looked at his watch carefully, and it was already noon the next day.

I listened carefully, and there was indeed someone talking, and I felt a little far away from me, and I couldn't hear what I was saying. After a few minutes, the sound was quiet, and it should have been far away.

Wang Daming cautiously got out of the tent.

Fortunately, the tent was set up in a densely wooded place yesterday, and the tent was green, otherwise it would have been discovered.

He walked cautiously in the direction of the voice just now, and after walking for a while, he found a trap of his own.

The trap had been destroyed, and it was supposed to have been taken by those men as a prey coverer.

Empty ropes floated up there.

After walking a little further, he found a campfire, which was still a little on fire, and a few leftover bones were scattered around the side. The nearby grass and trees are full of indentations, and there should be a lot of people.

This must be indigenous, because there are only 8 colleagues in total, plus myself and the 3 people who died, at most 4 people.

There are clearly more than 10 traces here.

He continued to walk along the traces pressed by the other party, and after walking less than five hundred meters, a two-meter-wide dirt road appeared.

There is such an obviously artificial road in the forest, and it must not be far from the populated place.

He felt that he still could not easily reach out to the local indigenous people.

Wang Zhiwei's death is a clear warning.

He went back to the trap and searched for it, and found that they had missed a trap with a rabbit in it.

He found a creek and finished disposing of the rabbits. Put away the rope and tent, pack the backpack, and continue along the forest on the side of the dirt road.

Those people should have gone in this direction, and he felt that he should need to observe the local natives up close.

If you don't walk on dirt roads, you are afraid that you will be too obvious and it will be difficult to hide from people.

Wang Daming walked forward for two hours, but he didn't see the people from last night, so he walked a little more into the forest and began to set up a bonfire to barbecue meat. He hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, and he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

The rabbit was half cooked, and he had already eaten half of it, and Wang Daming felt full.

Having extinguished the campfire and stuffed the other half of the rabbit into his backpack, he prepared to move on.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horses' hooves sounded from behind.

Wang Daming hurriedly hidden.

An indigenous man on a horse rushing over a dirt road. Within a few seconds, five more people and horses rushed behind in a row, all of them at high speed.

The 5 people in the back should be chasing the person in front. Because Wang Daming saw the person in front of him, one hand was drooping and bleeding.

He felt very bad, these ancients were too violent, and he had to be more cautious.

Continue to walk cautiously forward, walking for about two hours, suddenly there is the sound of horses' hooves in front of me.

The four men rode back from the front, and after a while, they were gone.

These four people are four of the five people who chased after them just now, why is there one person missing?

Wang Daming estimated that the person at the front was more than lucky.

He continued to walk for an hour, and a horse appeared in front of him, grazing alone on the side of the road.

Two men were lying on the side of the road, and there was a dead horse lying beside it, and half of the horse's head had been cut off.

Wang Daming took a closer look on the road and felt that there was no one.

Then he cautiously walked over to check.

Both men on the ground died, one had his throat slit, and the other had his heart pierced with a sword.

He searched the bodies, and there was nothing on them.

Wang Daming thought about it for a while, and pulled off all the clothes, pants and shoes on these two people, leaving only two pants.

Three golden beans fell out of a person's shoes, Wang Daming was overjoyed and hurriedly put them away.

Then he took the living horse and walked deeper into the forest.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, he tied his horse, found a safe and sheltered place to set up his tent, and set up several traps nearby.

Afraid that the bonfire would be too obvious at night, he ate the last biscuit and went to bed early

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The next day, he was woken up early by the sound of birds, and after waking up, Wang Daming was still confused for a while, and after a while, he realized that he was still in the forest, not at home.

It's been more than ten days since I got here, and I haven't taken a good bath, I don't have a toothpaste or toothbrush, and I don't have any seasoning to eat.

It's simply the life of a savage.

He didn't think he could go on like this. If the body is not dragged down, the heart will be driven crazy.

After a few traps, he caught two pheasants, found a stream, hastily washed his face, and brushed his teeth with branches.

Two pheasants were disposed of, and the last half of the rabbit was roasted and eaten by lighting a fire.

Wang Daming changed into the indigenous clothes he brought yesterday, and felt that he was no different from the indigenous except for his hair being shorter.

He wanted to see if he could get in touch with the natives under his disguise.

After arranging his equipment and strapping his two bags on his horse, he mounted his horse and walked down the dirt road.

The speed of riding the horse is faster, and Wang Daming's equestrianism is still good.

In the past, he often took clients to the club to ride horses, and there was a grade and no messy other things, and he went to a lot of places, and he also practiced a good riding skill.

He rode along the dirt road for a morning.

When he turned a corner, he suddenly found more than a dozen people and several carriages parked on the side of the road, which caught him off guard.

The other party also picked up the knife and gun with a vigilant face, but when he saw that Wang Daming was alone, he relaxed again.

One looked at Fu Zheng, followed by two men who looked like handboys, and walked towards him.

The man folded his hands together and made a Buddhist gesture and asked him:

"The master is a senior monk of Tianlong Temple, and Yang Youtian, the manager of the Xiafulong Commercial Bank, is polite."

Wang Daming listened to the other party's words, like the dialect in Chang'an, Shaanxi, and could understand it. And the other party regards himself as a monk, which should be because of his short hair. There are a lot of online cross talk sketch videos in Shaanxi dialect, and he has also learned a lot.

He replied to the other party in a tone of Shaanxi dialect:

"Steward Yang is polite, I am Wang Daming, a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, I am passing by here in an emergency, I don't know where this place is, how far is the nearest city from here?"

Yang Youtian thought to himself, this person spoke in a strange tone, and the Shaolin Temple didn't know where the temple was, and it was probably not a local.

"Master Wang, this place is at the foot of Blizzard Mountain, 50 miles ahead of this road is Storm City, and 20 miles ahead of you can come out of Blizzard Mountain Forest. Waiting out of the forest is Yangjiazhai, this Yangjiazhai is built by my Fulong firm, if the master is not in a hurry, you can go to Yangjiazhai to rest. ”

Wang Daming said: "Thank you Steward Yang, if you don't mind, can I go on the road with you, there will be a good response on the road." ”