The invincible innocence of bottle evil

Chapter 123

February is not a suitable day to enter the mountains. Nanga Bavari, in the shady mountain pit recorded in the pheromones, there is a sea of ​​Tibetan flowers in the legend. In the ice there, there are many The black shadow is the destination of Wu Xie's trip, another ancient building in the Zhang family.

At this time, Wu Xie held a compass in his hand, avoided all the lamas in the temple, identified the direction, and began to advance towards the mountain. The white snow connected the sky and the earth. Although he had the experience of Changbai Mountain before, Wu Xie had already worn it. Putting on goggles, but walking in the silent snow-white for a long time, Wu Xie also felt that he was completely numb.

If he doesn't erupt in silence, he will die in silence. Wu Xie has to admit that Poker's concentration and self-control ability are so strong that it is only half a day. In this vast white snow, he endured the innocence It's just the lonely mental pressure. He adjusted the route at any time. In the pheromones, because he could not use the compass and other tools to identify the direction, he could only vaguely judge his position from the actions of the most intelligent master.

Wu Xie didn't know how long he had walked. He intentionally marked the end of his life on this snowy mountain. In fact, he didn't think much about it, just because the place where the end sign was drawn for the whole game was nearby.

Thinking back to the last time, the bullet passed through his neck. Although it cut his skin, it happened to escape the deadly blood vessels and trachea. Wu Xie subconsciously touched the wound on his neck, thinking that he had almost fallen into madness In this state, he casually lit a cigarette and continued walking towards the predetermined place.

In the boundless white snow, Wu Xie seemed to see a touch of blue in a trance. He was very familiar with this blue. Before Poker Ping, he liked wearing blue hoodies very much. He liked it almost no matter the seasons. , not afraid of the cold, but the body temperature is low in all seasons.

Wu Xie smiled and didn't think much about it. When he got closer, he realized that it was another statue of a stuffy oil bottle.It's just that it's different from the statues in the temple. The expression of this statue seems to be very tired, with a hint of sadness locked between his brows.

Wu Xie looked at the statue of Poker Ping, even though he was just a statue, he still felt that something should be done for 'it'.Fortunately, Wu Xie and Poker Fing are about the same height and figure, and the person who sculpted this statue also seems to have imitated Poker Fing to a vivid degree.

Wu Xie put down his backpack, took out a new jacket and put it on, and took out a long scarf, and tied it tightly around his neck. After doing all this, Wu Xie still felt that it was not enough. He took out a smokeless stove from his backpack, lit it on medium heat and placed it beside him, rubbing its cold fingers vigorously.

The finger temperature of 'Porky Oil Bottle' is very cold, but the skin is not as rough as a rock. It feels delicate to the touch, and Wu Xie rubbed his hand lightly. For a long time, he felt that he was getting warm. While it's hot, take a pair of gloves from inside and put it on.

After doing all this, Wu Xie looked at it and smiled slightly. In the previous pheromones, there was no statue of Poker Bottle here, and he had never been here. I don’t know who lost it in this memory. During the year, the carved oil bottle, maybe he thought of his mother at one time?

Wu Xie thought to himself, turned around and was about to continue walking, but was suddenly caught by something.

(End of this chapter)