Something happened in the village, how could Ding Cheng sit idly by, so he followed.

The group walked seven or eight miles along a valley, where the vegetation was lush and many wild animals could be seen moving in the woods from time to time. Grandpa led the group over a hillside, through a grove of trees, to the bottom of a cliff.

Grandpa pointed to a rock crack between the cliffs and said, "At that time, Nima was chasing a wild deer into the rock crevice, and then never came out. I looked through the crack and found that it was too big to find any trace of Nima, so I retreated and went back to the village to call you. ”

At that moment, the grandfather took the lead in entering the rock crevice, and Ding Cheng followed in. The crevice is so narrow that only one person can pass through it, and when you stand in the crevice and look up at the sky, you can only see a very thin line.

After passing through the rock crevice, a large open field appeared in front of me, and there was a large pool in the center of the open field, in which many fish and shrimp could be clearly seen moving. Not only is there abundant water and grass, high trees and dense forests, but also there are many fruit trees, and it is another goddess village.

Everyone dispersed and split up in the woods to find traces of Nima. After a while, someone suddenly shouted, and everyone hurriedly dared to check. A man pointed to a footprint on the ground and said, "Look at this footprint, it looks like a snowman." ”

Ding Cheng saw that this footprint was three times the size of an adult's footprint, deeply imprinted on the mud ground, and looked like a human footprint and an ape footprint. There was a steel fork next to the footprints, and Grandpa recognized it as Nima's.

Grandpa exclaimed, "Is the legend of the snowman true? If there really is a snowman, Nimako will be in danger." ”

Everyone hurriedly followed the footprints forward, and at the same time clenched their knives and forks, ready for battle at any time. Suddenly, Grandpa made a gesture to everyone and told everyone to stop. Ding Cheng followed the direction of his grandfather's finger and saw a snow leopard lying in the grass five or six feet away, watching Ding Cheng and the others.

When a young man saw the snow leopard, he immediately took his bow and arrow from his back and aimed it at the leopard, while the rest of the people raised their knives and forks. The snow leopard shrank back, then scurried forward, rushing like an arrow off the string.

These people who came were all young and strong in the village, and they were masters of hunting all year round, and they did not panic in the face of such a fierce leopard. With a whoosh, an arrow shot out, hitting the leopard's left eye. The leopard rolled over on the ground, wailed, turned and ran.

The purpose of entering the mountain this time was not to hunt, so they did not chase after it, but searched for clues about Nima in the woods. But after a while, everyone heard the wailing of the snow leopard again, and there was a very strange sound. The sound was like the roar of a tiger and the thunder.

Everyone hurriedly ran towards the voice, and before they had gone far, they saw a white-haired monster in front of them biting the snow leopard just now. The white-haired monster stood on the ground like a man, a foot tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his face like an ape. Everyone is wondering, is this the legendary snowman?

The snow leopard was trampled under the feet of the snowman, motionless, and seemed to be out of breath. The snowman grabbed one of the snow leopard's front paws and tore it off.

Grandpa had been hunting in the mountains all his life, and he had never seen such a ferocious monster, let alone these young people behind him.