"Ah …!" Accompanied by Ma Lian 'er's scream, Yang Ling finished talking about the Wronged Ghost Record. Hey! What a sense of achievement. Ma Lian 'er was so frightened that she curled up like a little quail. She had finally saved some face for Journey to the West.
Yang Ling smiled in satisfaction as he looked at the clear entrance of the cave. Even though there was no sunlight yet, the chilly air already carried a hint of the scent of morning.
Ma Lian 'er was still shivering in the robe. Maybe it was because of the cold, or maybe it was because of fear. Yang Ling patted her shoulder and said, "It's daybreak. We made it."
"It's daybreak?" Ma Lian 'er suddenly poked her head out of his arms and looked greedily at the clear light in the hole. It's good that it's daybreak. Now that it's daybreak, there's nothing to be afraid of. I know a lot about this damn scholar story, but ghosts and demons are too refreshing.
Yang Ling laughed in his heart. He had talked about the improved version of the Wronged Ghost Record, the Cherry Blossom Evil Spirit, and the Boy's Dormitory 17 for the whole night. To be honest, even he felt a little creeped out.
Noticing the smile on his lips, Ma Lian 'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Yang Ling was stunned. Her attitude was not right. Maybe it was because she had been lying in his arms for too long. One side of her face was red, and her hair was messy, which added a touch of charm to her. She was like a wife who had just woken up, and her coquettish expression was very touching.
Yang Ling quickly turned back, stretched his numb limbs, and slowly crawled out of the snow hole. The night was like a fisherman's net, slowly winding up. The sky was silver gray, and the sun had not yet risen, but the sky was already turning white.
It was so cold, and there wasn't even a trace of sunlight. For a starving person, this feeling was simply like going to hell. As far as the eye could see, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, and they didn't know where they were. There was no sunlight in the snow-covered mountain forest, and they couldn't even tell the direction.
Ma Lian 'er also came out of the snow hole. She looked around and said happily, "Luckily it's not cloudy. Even though the sun hasn't risen yet, we can still see the directions. Follow me. As long as we can get out of the forest, there's hope for us to go back."
It was impossible for the two of them to survive another night in the forest. They had to leave as soon as possible while they still had the strength. After a night of exhaustion, their physical strength was not as good as before. The two of them could only support each other, treading on the snow along a frozen stream. Ma Lian 'er walked shoulder to shoulder with him, looking like a pair of companions treading in the snow looking for plum blossoms.
The original appearance of the stream could no longer be seen. The thick layer of snow covered the surface, making it look like a winding road in the forest. Only the occasional protruding icicles on the shore reminded people that this was once a cheerful stream. The breeze blew the snow on the trees into their necks. Occasionally, there was the sound of birds flapping their wings as they flew past the trees.
After walking for more than an hour, the two of them exited the dense forest and arrived at a snowy slope with sparse trees. Looking up, they saw that from the west to the northeast, the not-so-tall mountains were scattered. Other than the greyish-black tree trunks, the mountains and fields were covered in a vast expanse of whiteness. It was a silver world.
The first ray of sunlight shone out, bringing a trace of warmth to the two of them. The two of them were about to continue forward in a spurt of energy when a squirrel hopped past them, leaving a line of shallow footprints on the endless snow. It dragged its large furry tail into a snow hole.
Ma Lian 'er was overjoyed. She hurriedly shook off Yang Ling's hand and excitedly ran over. She lay on the snow and looked for a while. Then, ignoring the cold, she used her hands to pick up the squirrel. Yang Ling smiled bitterly and followed her. He said helplessly, "Miss, you're still playing with squirrels at this time?"
Ma Lian 'er lay there like a puppy digging at the snow. She panted and said, "Big idiot, help me dig. There must be food in the squirrel's hole. A squirrel's hole can produce several catties of food. If we dig it out, even if we can't leave today, we won't starve to death."
Yang Ling slapped his forehead and threw down the stick in his hand to help dig. The two of them first cleared the snow and broke the stick three times before they could dig up the frozen ground. The squirrel had long escaped through another hole. Its hole was very deep. Yang Ling reached in and his face was covered in mud. Only then did he manage to dig out hazelnuts, millet, hawthorn, and many other dried fruits.
The two of them excitedly knelt on the snow and inspected their spoils of war. Yang Ling picked up two millet kernels, wiped them on his clothes, and handed one to Ma Lian 'er. The two of them greedily nibbled on the skin of the fruit, making crunching sounds as they chewed the frozen hard millet.
Yang Ling smiled as he looked at Ma Lian 'er. He chewed on the sweetness in his mouth and was about to praise her when he suddenly saw Ma Lian' er's face change. It became snow white. Yang Ling followed her frightened gaze and looked behind him. His heart immediately sank. Wolves! There were four wolves in total, and they were bigger and more powerful than the one he had seen yesterday.
The four wolves walked briskly towards the two of them step by step. Yang Ling suddenly stood up. The four wolves, one in front and three at the back, lined up in a triangle and approached step by step. Their white fangs and ferocious eyes were terrifying.
Ma Lian 'er also trembled as she climbed up. She looked at the approaching wolves in despair. She suddenly shouted, "Yang Ling!"
Yang Ling's body was pulled by a strong force and turned around. He saw Ma Lian 'er's red face and her pair of eyes that contained unknown emotions. She suddenly rushed over and tightly hugged Yang Ling. She said with a trembling voice, "Yang Ling, hold me!" Her whole body trembled as she hugged Yang Ling. Her breathing was rapid as she searched for his lips.
The four wolves paused for a moment because of these two creatures' strange actions. The head wolf let out a threatening growl and then gradually sped up. One hundred and fifty feet, ten feet, five feet. It was the prelude to the hunt. Its strong and powerful hind legs shrunk and it was about to soar into the air.
At this moment, there was a 'zheng' sound of a bow. A sharp arrow flew out of nowhere and pierced through the abdomen of the head wolf. The power of the arrow was very strong. The arrowhead drilled out and pierced into the snow. The head wolf let out a long and miserable howl. Its two limbs trembled and it fell to the snow. Blood quickly dyed the snow red.
Because of this miserable howl, Yang Ling and Ma Lian 'er suddenly turned their heads to look. They saw that the three wolves had stopped because of the head wolf's arrow. They roared and looked around for the source of the threat. Their bodies quickly turned around and the three wolves turned around to escape.
At this time, another three sharp arrows pierced through the forest and accurately shot the three wolves to the ground. The smallest wolf was sent flying by the arrows. Its body leaped into the air and then fell to the ground with a thud. It was no longer breathing.
Yang Ling and Ma Lian 'er were surprised and happy. They raised their heads to look around for their saviors. The hillside was a vast expanse of whiteness. The rising sun dazzled their eyes. Yang Ling squinted his eyes and soon found a few figures under a few birch trees on the hillside. They were walking towards them step by step.
There were four people in total. The one in front was a tall and sturdy man wearing a gray and blue robe. He was about forty years old and had a tattered animal skin draped over his upper body. He carried a hunting bow on his back and held an iron fork in his hand.
Of the three people at the back, the oldest was in his early twenties, holding a bow and carrying three or four golden pheasants with long feathers fluttering in the wind on his back. The youngest was a tiger-looking little guy with a round, rosy face. Although he was dirty, he was as strong as a stone block.
He was only twelve or thirteen years old. He wore a tattered sheepskin jacket and carried a bow on his back. He was leading an injured deer with a rope in his hand. His short legs stumbled as he walked through the knee-deep snow. From time to time, he would turn around and use the stick in his hand to hit the deer's butt that refused to walk.
The handsome young man in his early twenties looked at Yang Ling and Ma Lian 'er in a friendly manner. He then called another young man, who was younger than him and only had a few hairs on his lips, to clean up the wolf's carcass. He pulled out the arrow from the carcass, rubbed the blood on the wolf's skin, and put it back into the quiver. He then hit the wolf that was still alive with the arrow, and then took out a rope to tie the four wolves' legs together.
The man walked up to Yang Ling and Ma Lian 'er and looked them up and down. He saw that the man's face was covered in mud, but he had the temperament of a scholar. The woman's clothes were messy, but the material of her clothes was exquisite. Her facial features didn't seem to be from the mountains. He asked suspiciously, "Who are you? Why did you come to the wild woods of Wu Zha Mountain? "
Yang Ling saw that the man's face was full of beard. Although he looked rough and uncultured, he had a straight nose and a square mouth. Yang Ling felt slightly relieved. However, in this wild mountain, he still had to be careful. He didn't dare to tell the truth to this man who was as strong as a mountain.
He cupped his hands and said, "We … we brother and sister went to the Chicken Cry Inn to visit our relatives. On the way, we encountered the soldiers and the Tartars fighting. We fled here. Thank you uncle for saving our lives."
"Hee hee, brother and sister? Big Brother, I just saw you two kissing. "That strong and strong little fellow had caught up to them. He stomped on the snow as he spoke. He wore a pair of Thousand Layered Waves leggings and tied two pieces of animal skin on top. His originally not short stature was short and cute.
Yang Ling and Ma Lian 'er's faces immediately turned red. The middle-aged man scolded, "Don't talk nonsense. Go help your brother tie up the prey."
The little fellow stuck out his tongue and unwillingly said, "Originally, they were kissing. I saw it, Big Brother saw it, Second Brother saw it, and Father also saw it …"
The man kicked the mumbling little fellow's butt and laughingly scolded, "Little brat, you talk too much. When we get back, you won't be allowed to eat." Then he turned his head to look at the two people. His eyes flashed with a hint of cold vigilance and said, "My surname is Han. I am a hunter in the mountains. Who are you two?"
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