Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Before Ji Tingmian finished speaking, Huo Shixiao interrupted her: "Mianmian, I'll go with you."

He would not let Ji Tingmian leave him.

She had just woken up, and he was worried about letting her go back to the snowfield alone.

"But it's very cold on the snowfield, Xiao, you... can't enter my tribe." Ji Tingmian hugged his arm: "Xiao, can you wait for me at home? I will come back as soon as I finish dealing with my mother's funeral."

Huo Shixiao was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

The next morning, Ji Tingmian set out for the snowfield with the coffin containing his parents' remains.

【Host, the boss is behind you. 】

Ji Tingmian was not surprised at all and nodded. She knew that Huo Shixiao would definitely follow her.

The girl, pulling the coffin with great effort, walked alone in the snow.

Because she is no longer the cold woman who has lived in the wind and snow for a long time, the blood flowing in her body is no longer cold. Now when she walks in this extremely cold place, she still feels extremely cold.

Finally, she arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, drank the spiritual spring water, and restored her strength. Ji Tingmian pulled Ms. Jia's separate coffin off the cart, put it into the dug snow pit, and then used a shovel to shovel the snow next to it into the pit.

After finishing everything, Ji Tingmian kowtowed three times towards the place where the coffin was buried, and sang a ballad from her tribe about punishing guilty people: "Mother, you should pray for forgiveness from your people here, and pray for forgiveness from the Snow Mountain God."

The tribe has a rule that anyone who betrays the tribe will never be allowed to enter the Snow Mountain, and will not be able to become the guardian of the Snow Mountain God after death. Instead, they can only be trapped at the foot of the Snow Mountain to atone for all their sins.

"Dad, I'll take you back to Xueling."

The girl pulled the wooden cart and continued walking deeper into the snowfield.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and snowflakes began to float in the sky again. From the top of the mountain came the sharp cries of snow owls, as if warning the intruders below the mountain.

When he opened his eyes again, Huo Shixiao came to the foot of the mountain and all he could see was white. He could no longer see Ji Tingmian's back as he walked alone in the snow.

"Third Master, what should we do now?"

Huo Shixiao took a deep look into the distance and said, "Go back first."

At this time, Ji Tingmian came to the snowy ridge and sent her father's coffin back to the pit.

She performed all the rituals required for the burial of a relative alone. After the snow stopped, Ji Tingmian set out to walk down the snowy ridge and return to the tribe.

The tribe today has long been deserted and in a state of decline. However, after seeing the wooden houses of different shapes and sizes, the scenes of Ji Tingmian's life in the tribe became extremely clear in his mind.

Once upon a time, the entire tribe was prosperous, the tribesmen lived in harmony, cared for each other, and lived a happy and satisfying life.

And now, of the mysterious Hannu tribe that has existed in this small world for thousands of years, she is the only one left who is no longer a Hannu.

After crying for a while, Ji Tingmian went into every wooden house here and collected all the clothes of all the missing tribesmen or their representative things. Then he went to Xueling again and dug separate burial holes for them so that they could all return to Xueling in the end.

On the tenth day, Ji Tingmian visited her father and her tribesmen on the snowy ridge one last time before heading down the mountain.

"Third Master, it's Miss Ji!"