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It seemed like a long time, but it didn't seem like a long time. They arrived at their destination, and Wu Xie was shocked by what they saw in front of them.

Yes, bronze door! I have been crawling for who knows how many years, and now I am here!

Damn it! This is outrageous.

Wu Xie lowered his head and looked at his legs, thinking silently, even if his legs were gone, it would be impossible to climb to Changbai Mountain. No wonder he would freeze to death. His grandmother sent him here.

It must be an illusion!

Wu Xie simply lay on the ground and closed his eyes tightly. Regardless of whether you ignore it or not, the illusion will disappear.

But his head was clear, he was getting colder and colder, and the pain in his body began to slowly emerge. Everything reminded Wu Xie that this did not seem to be an illusion.

Seeing that Wu Xie refused to come in, the fake Zhang Qiling wandered around anxiously, talking to himself in the air, as if he was discussing something with someone invisible.

Wu Xie, who was sneaking a peek, was so frightened by this scene that he broke into a cold sweat.

Damn, what is this? It can’t be a new type of rice dumpling! I saw that man turned into a stickman! No facial features, just a stick figure!

And what is he talking about? I couldn't understand a word I said.

The man was talking to himself quickly, and the anxiety in his eyes seemed to swallow Wu Xie up.

"Little...san...master..."

The man spat out three words with difficulty, and Wu Xie was stunned for a moment. This man called him the Third Master. Who was he? .

"Who are you? Or who do you belong to? Why did you bring me here? We can't reach the bronze gate of Changbai Mountain by climbing. You used illusion on me?"

Facing Wu Xie's series of inquiries, the man became more and more anxious as he looked at the bronze door that was about to close.

"Go in... go in... there's no time..."

What do you mean? Wu Xie glanced at the bronze door in the same way, wondering when it opened? Does he want to go in by himself? Why? Pingzi is not in there.

time? What means? No time?

Seeing that the man was too anxious to speak, he quickly pointed at the door, pointed at Wu Xie, and stretched out the watch on his wrist.

His hands were quickly demonstrating something like a hand seal.

Wu Xie couldn't understand. What was he doing with his outfit?

Time, itself, the bronze door, and the death inside a string of seals, go backwards.

What does it connect to? Are you going to die? It was obvious that in this environment, he would definitely die if he looked like this.

In this case, it's not too much to take a look at the ultimate person behind the door before he dies.

"You want me to come inside?"

He was nodding his head so fast that Wu Xie was afraid that his head would pop off.

"Okay, since you are so capable, help me take my friend out."

He's going to die anyway, so it's better to use this person with some ability.

The man tilted his head, which was a little cute. He muttered something into the air again.

Then he nodded, very happy.

Damn, I actually saw cuteness and happiness in the new type of rice dumplings. Really, a big departure.

What's behind the door? This problem has troubled Wuxie for more than ten years.

With the support of the stick figure, Wu Xie stood up in a twisted posture and walked towards the bronze door.

Touching the cold door with my hand, I felt so much reluctance in my heart to let go of Pingzi, Fatty, and my family. This day has finally come. Leicheng saved a life, and this time another life was saved.

[Fat man, you must take good care of Pingzi, otherwise, I won’t let you go even if I turn into a zongzi! 】