Meng Qianzi had a dripping of Liangzi in her eyes, but Liangzi could only look at the general point and could not support her to see more details - the flashlight was in her backpack, but now her life is at stake, so she can't free her to get it.

This is not a lump of ice, this is a person. Ice is hanging all over my body. Year after year, the white frost is covered. If it hadn't fallen, hugged it, and then heated it up, just looking down from the top, you would really think it was just an ice hammer.

Meng Qianzi's mind was buzzing. She wanted to climb up, but she was in mid-air and couldn't take advantage of the force. She couldn't help but feel panic. She tried to climb and stepped a few times, and her feet slipped. Once, she almost fell down. And this repeated attempt led to the chains, each person and an ice corpse, hugging each other, swinging slowly in the dark silence and emptiness. This scene was really hard to breathe even if you just think about it.

It was too cold and my fingers were frozen to the point of being stiff and numb. Meng Qianzi tried to retract his hands into his sleeves and hugged the ice corpse tightly with the strength of his legs and arms. The skin should not be held naked on the ice surface, otherwise, as he grasped it, it would be frozen and stuck together and could not be pulled down.

She gasped even more quickly, and the big white air she exhaled repeatedly melted the white frost on the ice, allowing her to see more.

This woman is hanging from her head and feet, and is directly facing here, with a chain wrapped around her neck, but she is not hung. People who are hung up will usually have their tongue tips and their eyes protrude, but she does not. She is likely to be killed first and then hung.

She guessed who this woman was.

When Grandma Duan disappeared, she was over 70 years old and she was indeed old and her age was comparable.

Yan Luo personally admitted that he killed Grandma Duan.

The eldest grandma Gao Jinghong had a dream about Grandma Duan. He once said to her with red eyes that Duan "had a restless death, no one can reach the world or the earth, and it's very hard every day"...

It turns out that "I can't reach the world but not the earth" means this.

She tried not to look at the face under the ice.

Why did Yan Luo kill Grandma Duan?

This way to the mountain intestines, there are many places where mountain ghosts are needed. Being able to kill can only explain one thing-

He got everything he wanted, and Grandma Duan had no use of it to him.

Meng Qianzi looked around in confusion.

Did Yan Luo get the Qilin Crystal here? Didn’t he say that the bunches of grapes in the drifting cave are the Qilin Crystals?

Also, in theory, it has been here, and that box is worthless to Yan Luo, and where is the box abandoned?

***

Ni Qiuhui is only one year younger than Tang Yuru. A few days ago, she just celebrated her 65th birthday.

She is thin and small, and is surrounded by a group of mountain dwellers. She is not like a mountain bun who can give orders, but rather like a little old lady who does chores and takes action.

Jiang Liansheng was afraid that he had found the wrong person, so he repeatedly confirmed with the people next to him, then went to her, straight to the point, and reported to his house, saying that he also wanted to participate in this rescue.

Ni Qiuhui had a chain reading glasses hanging around her neck without temples. She picked up the reading glasses in front of her eyes, squinted her eyes and looked at Jiang Lian for a long time, and said, "Oh, you are Jiang Lian."

Jiang Lian’s intuition: Although he has not seen all seven aunts yet, the seven aunts are probably even clear about his zodiac sign habits.

After seeing him, Ni Qiuhui looked behind him again: "This is... Mr. God?"

The charlatan nodded quickly and volunteered: "I want to go together too. Although I can't fight and can't run fast, but..."

Ni Qiuhui interrupted him: "I understand that you can't just rely on your fists to do things. You have to have one or two brains that can provide advice. If you want to go, you can go there. Anyway, you don't have any clues. When you get there, you will be feeling the stones across the river."

After saying that, he hunched over and slowly went to instruct others.

The charlatan looked at her back and felt disappointed: To be honest, he had certain expectations for Ni Qiuhui, after all, he was a person who could compete with Duan Wenxi.

It's so rare that it's usually so common.

He poked Jiang Lian: "This third aunt is really a mountain bun? It doesn't look like it."

Yes, how can there be anything like it or not? Jiang Lian replied: "Maybe the real person doesn't show his appearance."

...

Before leaving, in addition to the mountain ghost basket he brought, the mountain dog went to the material office to receive additional equipment.

It is said that it is a material office, but it is actually just a slightly larger tent, with new yaks loaded in it, mostly guns and flamethrowers, and some portable knives, drills, etc.

Jiang Lian also went there, but when he arrived, he found out that the person who was responsible for registration and distribution was Tao Tian.

He was a little surprised: "Are you here too?"

Tao Tian lowered his eyes, a little unnatural: "Yes, I'm not qualified to go to rescue, so I do some logistics."

Jiang Lian thought Tao Tian was a bit unpredictable: Logically, people should be getting more and more familiar with each other, and the two of them had experienced danger together - why are they so rude and polite now?

But this thought just flashed by, and he looked at the various supplies in the tent: "Hey, is there anything delicious?"

Tao Tian was stunned for a moment: "With the energy bar, are you not enough dry food?"

"No, I'm greedy, I want to eat something else," Jiang Lian smiled. "If you always have an energy bar, can't you prepare to order something else? The mountains are so boring and the food is so boring."

Tao Tian was a little cramped, and the ears were quietly red: "I really don't...I'll pay attention next time."

No……

Jiang Lian remembered the colorful snacks of the sage and came back to ask him for it.

The charlatan was very nervous and wrapped a bunch of snacks with a sleeping bag and tightened his mind: "Didn't you give you a bag of shrimp sticks? Xiaoxuan, why are you not greedy?"

Jiang Lian said: "I didn't want it for me. Qianzi was inside. I haven't eaten anything else for twenty-four hours. She is your leader. She arranged for you to stay in a five-star hotel and even gave you such fashionable glasses..."

The implication is: You think about it and see.

The charlatan endured the pain and handed out another bag of pot and crumbs.

Jiang Lian opened the bag and the bag of shrimp strips was also inside. Due to the altitude sickness, the bags were swollen and bulging, making a slight plastic sound.

He stuffed the crust in.

Give her both bags.

Nothing will happen, right?

She should...nothing happens.

***

Like Jing Rusi, Ni Qiuhui ordered twenty people, plus Jiang Lian and the sage, a total of twenty-three.

The group tried to travel as light as possible, and went up the mountain before dark.

Ni Qiuhui was worried. She stared at Huang Song for a long time, but she didn't ask for anything valuable. She didn't even have a general idea in her rescue. She could only take one step at a time. This feeling was quite bad.

Since the boss didn't speak, the mountains naturally became saw-mouthed gourds, and only the charlatans were talking, and they kept talking about their own problems with Jiang Lian.

"You said, what did I think? Why did I become a traitor?"

Jiang Lian corrected him: "Can you use the subject? I have said it many times, that is not you, at most your ancestor."

The charlatan didn't listen to it: "Also, Kuang Zu's oral narration, I really think I wrote it!"

Jiang Lian sighed and corrected him again: "It's impossible that you wrote it. In ancient times, there was no word, so how could there be classical Chinese? The oral passage from Kuang Zu was recorded by the descendants of the Kuang family using their familiar classical Chinese language. At most, you know the content of the oral passage, and then subconsciously follow the half-textual writing and follow a few sentences."

The charlatan pursued me unyieldingly: "Yes, but how could I know what the oral content is? Am I Kuan Zu? Miss Kuan and I... are we a family? Did the Kuan family throw me at the entrance of the village?"

This person is really confused by the authorities. When he analyzes other people's tricks, he becomes confused when he gets to the point.

Jiang Lian gave him a blank look: "Wake up, Kuang's family is almost dead. When you were abandoned, my godson took Kuang Yunyang to open a supermarket in Nanyang."

Speaking of this, he paused: "But you did remind me."

The charlatan was nervous: "What are you reminding you?"

"Kuan Zu knows too much. Think about it, he is just a little craftsman, and he is forced to betrayal. Not to mention the core level of power, he can't even be considered an outer ring."

"The birds are all hidden, and it is very lucky that such a person can save his life after being used. How could Chi Youfang still entrusted him with important tasks and let him know so many secrets?"

"A mountain ghost and water ghost are still kept in the dark. A little craftsman actually knows the Phoenix Eye, Kunlun Sky Ladder, and Qilin Crystal. Isn't that unreasonable?"

Damn, the charlatan swallowed several mouthfuls in succession: Yes, why didn’t he expect such a simple truth?

He stuttered: "Well, what do you mean?"

Jiang Lian pondered: "There should be another person here, with a good status, and the oral statement from Zu is probably from that person."

The charlatan Ru fell into the fog of five miles: "Who is this person? Am I? Am I exposed and was cut open and cut off by Huangdi's side?"

Jiang Lian was funny: "Don't rush to recognize yourself as a traitor. As of now, you have just seen some scenes. As you said, a person with a knife may be a crime, self-defense, or bravery..."

Before he finished speaking, the front team stopped slowly and soon something came over, saying that he would rest on the spot for five minutes.

In five minutes, Jiang Lian was too lazy to sit down. He looked down and could see the lake at the foot of the mountain.

The sky was already a little dark, but the reflection of the mountains still appeared on the lake. The view was wide open, and people were halfway up the mountain, and their hearts were relaxed.

Just as she could see, she suddenly glanced at Ni Qiuhui from the corner of her eyes: She was standing by the cliff, holding the chain glasses, and looking at the lake at the foot of the mountain.

This third aunt is really interesting. Is it because she is highly myopia? She needs to go into the mountains frequently, but her eyes are not easy to use...

Jiang Lian laughed, he looked away and looked away.

But after a while, when I turned back, I found that Ni Qiuhui was still watching. Not only that, the people around her also gradually stood up and pointed at the lake. Jiang Lian heard someone muttering: "It's different, it's really different..."

What's the difference? Jiang Lian looked at the lake again, and as he looked, his heart pounding.

Damn, the reflection on the lake is different from the mountains standing next to it. In other words, the reflection on the lake seems to be the shadow of the mountain by the lake, but it is not.

He hurriedly ordered the charlatan: "Where is that road map, give it to me."

The charlatan was unknown, so he sucked and handed it to him.

Jiang Lian quickly pulled and unfolded, and compared it repeatedly with the reflection in the water, and this time, it almost completely met.
To be continued...