Book 3: Chapter 32: Nameless Snowy Mountain

Book 3: Chapter 32: Nameless Snowy Mountain

At this time, my mind was completely chaotic as I looked at the valley in front of me and recalled all of the weak moments I had experienced before.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

To be honest, I wasnt the kind of person who always had a solution to everything. In fact, there were many times in the past where I had felt powerless. But perseverance was my strength. The flood of fatewhich I remembered very clearly even nowhadnt been erased just by living a comfortable life.

But the sense of powerlessness I felt at this time was very special. In our previous adventures, we had rarely faced such strange unknowns.

Had we really been possessed? And after being possessed, did we unknowingly continue moving forward for two days and kept using the radio to call Shen Qianjue and her partner back to the grassland? This reminded me of those stories youd hear about "evil places", which were certain areas that seemed to be sentient. They would constantly lure people to visit and then kill those who entered.

Of course, I used to think that these stories were just pure fiction, but this grassland was giving me the same feeling.

At this time, I didnt know what to do or who to turn to for help.

I was debating on whether I should keep moving forward or not, but Poker-Face suddenly rode forward without an ounce of hesitation. Fattys face was pale as he and I exchanged a look.

"Little Brother isnt afraid. It's alright as long as Little Brother isnt afraid," Fatty said.

I went up and asked Poker-Face what he thought. He looked at the area in front of us and said, "If we go back, well die."

I immediately understood. There was no point in thinking too much at this time. We had to leave the grassland first before we talked about what to do since the situation might get better once we got away from it.

The grassland valleys terrain was slightly different from that of the grassland itself. From here, we could see hills in the distance and trees starting to appear sporadically. They stood on the hills in clusters of seven or eight. Every time we rode to the top of these hills, it became more and more obvious that we were entering a more mountainous area.

The horses were panting for breath, so we dismounted in order to let them and the dog rest for a bit. When we looked ahead, the first thing we saw were a bunch of hills. The trees were becoming more and more lush and the words small forest could no longer be used to describe it. This was a forested area on the grassland that could be classified as a vast primitive forest. And off in the distance, we could see a snow line appear at the edge of our field of vision.

This seemed to indicate that behind the hill, there was a very high mountain range that had snow on its peak that never melted.

I didnt see a name for this mountain on the GPS, which meant that it had to be a nameless snowy mountain.

The river valley only contained sporadic pools of water, which dotted the grassland all the way up into the hills. The furthest part of the valley seemed to stretch deep into the forest.

The bags under both mine and Fattys eyes were so big that we could practically touch them. As soon as I realized that the situation wasnt good, I proposed that we rest here. It was still early, but neither the horses nor the dog could walk anymore. Plus, Fatty and I had actually endured for too long. We were almost in a deranged state and would soon get sick if this kept up.

We decided to set up camp at the mouth of the valley. I had originally planned on having a detailed discussion before going to bed since I didn't know what would happen after night fell, but I fell asleep before I knew it.

I didn't wake up until I had physically slept for at least twenty hours.(2) I looked around in a daze and saw Poker-Face leaning by the horses, keeping watch for us. I moved and suddenly found that there was a rope tied to my leg. When I pulled on it, I saw that the other end was tied to a threaded steel pipe that was deeply embedded in the ground.

I got up and stretched a bit before turning to see that Fatty had the same setup on his side. He was still sleeping like a log.

My mind was very stable at this time, but when I got up and washed my face at the edge of the pool, the sense of crisis began to return. As it turned out, people who were too tired would deceive themselves.

When I checked our surroundings and didnt see any changes, I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, this was still the same place where we had set up camp yesterday.

When I came back, Poker-Face was already asleep and Fatty still hadnt woken up yet.

It was late by the time we all woke up and set off again, but we couldnt push it off any longer. After venturing further into the valley, it was some time after midnight when we saw a stone tablet lying at the bottom of a pool (Fatty had actually seen it when he was peeing).

The stone tablet was as tall as three horses, made of white marble, and engraved with Mongolian characters. There also appeared to be countless marks randomly engraved on the side.

It was the mark of the Zhang family, which indicated that this was the boundary of a dangerous area. And the place up ahead was the area where the Zhang family felt that there was the most danger. We wanted to enter without any hesitation, but Ping Lian and the horses suddenly refused to move. Instead, they just stared at the darkness up ahead.

I followed their line of sight and saw what appeared to be a group of people sitting in a circle in the dark. This seemed to be the same situation we had encountered in that first grove.

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TN Notes:

(1) directly translates as dragon mouth saliva, but that sounds stupid and the pinyin wont work here, so you get dragon's mouth. Just imagine that a river is dragon drool I guess.

(2) I know that sounds weird, but he means his internal clock woke him up after 20 normal hours, not time warp hours.