Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The speed of an avalanche is astonishingly fast, reaching a maximum speed of 90 meters per second, which is even faster than the wind speed of a Category 12 typhoon.

At this time, if you delay for a second longer, you may die. What's more, the four of them are now in the tent and cannot judge the direction of the avalanche. The chance of survival is extremely slim.

Without saying anything, Xie Hui took out the Swiss Army Knife from his pocket.

The top priority is to break open the tent and get out first!

But he found that his hand was controlled by a powerful force and he couldn't move!

Xie Hui took a closer look and saw that there was a piece of yellow paper on his wrist.

He didn't see who was doing it at all. He stared at Chu Yao and Wuyou in surprise and shouted, "Are you crazy?! Avalanche! The avalanche is coming!!! Don't you run away?!"

"Be patient." Chu Yao still smiled leisurely, "Listen carefully, the sound of the avalanche is coming from the side."

"You-" Xie Hui's words stopped abruptly. He forced himself to take a few deep breaths and put his ear close to the edge of the tent.

Chu Yao was right. Although the sound was loud just now, the slope of the hillside they were on was very small, almost the same as flat land, and could not form conditions for avalanches to form.

The other road is completely opposite, and is on a windward slope, with a slope of more than 30 degrees...

Xie Hui knew that his life had indeed been saved, but Yue Xinwei and Hui Hui on that mountain road were certain to die.

He felt extremely heavy, stood up, and asked, "I'm going to rescue over there, do you want to come with me?"

The answer to him was silence.

"The pot and food are all in the backpack. If I don't come back in the evening, you can boil water and cook noodles by yourself." Xie Hui touched the frost on his face, picked up the hiking poles and snow shovel, and walked out of the tent.

Ji Jinchen took out his cell phone, took a look at it, and said, "There is a signal now. I will contact the helicopter to facilitate rescue."

Wuyou patted his shoulder, sighed and said, "I saw the lifeless look on those two people's faces just now. They must be in danger now."

This is their destiny, and the Feng Shui master has no right to interfere.

If they had just spoken to remind those two people, they might not be pointing to which side was covered by the heavy snow now.

"I followed Xie Hui to have a look. The woman just now gave me a very strange feeling." Chu Yao said with a frown.

"I will go with you!"

"I am coming too!"

The two said in unison, Chu Yao shook his head and said: "No, you two have to stay in the camp to see things. There are only four of us, so it is safest to move in pairs. There are frequent illusions here, so we must be careful."

The two had no choice but to give up, and Chu Yao put a breath-holding talisman on herself. The function of this talisman was not to stop her breathing, but to hide the "anger" in her body so that evil spirits could not detect her.

The reason why she didn't agree to Xie Hui from the beginning was because she didn't want Xie Hui to feel that she had someone to rely on and act unscrupulously, which is commonly known as "seeking death."

It didn't matter that he was trying to kill himself. Chu Yao didn't want to be implicated by him.

However, the snow outside the tent was clean and there were no footprints that Xie Hui should have left.

Before Xie Hui reached the fork in the road, his heart was already cold. The snow from the avalanche had deeply covered the hillside on the right, building a two-meter-high snow wall.

He continued walking deeper without giving up, and a few minutes later, a faint cry for help came to Xie Hui's ears.

Xie Hui was overjoyed and hurriedly followed the direction of the sound, only to see Yue Xinwei's head still on the snow, but his body was buried firmly.

"Lao Yue, I'm here!" Xie Hui was glad that he arrived in time. If it had been a few minutes later, only Yue Xinwei's body would have been left here.

He first used a snow shovel to loosen the surrounding snow. Because he was not sure about Yue Xinwei's posture and was afraid of hurting his neck, Xie Hui decided to dig directly with his hands.

"Where is Huihui? Is she around here?" Xie Hui asked.

"I, we had a fight just now, and she ran away angrily, and then there was an avalanche..." Yue Xinwei was so cold that he became unconscious and it took him a long time to finish a whole sentence.

Xie Hui quickly took off his gloves and covered the side of Yue Xinwei's face, "Lao Yue, hold on, talk to me more! When did you and Hui Hui meet?"

"I...we, we seemed to have met a year ago..." Yue Xinwei said intermittently. The warmth of the gloves made him sober up a little, and he tried his best to open his eyes wide.

But Xie Hui himself was not feeling well. He was digging through the snow with his bare hands, and his hands were so cold that they hurt.

"A year ago? Tell me again how you two met." Xie Hui continued.

The snow layer that buried Yue Xinwei had been dug up to a depth of half a meter. Only then did Xie Hui realize that Yue Xinwei's body was almost parallel to the ground, like a person lying flat on a pillow.

"Huihui...she is a local..."

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Xie Hui asked.

"I said, Huihui is from Sangpa Mountain, and so am I!"

In an instant, Yue Xinwei's head soared into the air, with a blue-black neck two or three meters long connected below. Perhaps, it could no longer be called a neck.

He smiled ferociously, and his long rope-like neck tightly wrapped around Xie Hui's neck, making Xie Hui's face turn purple and he couldn't breathe.

Xie Hui looked sideways at the whirling head and uttered a few words with difficulty: "Lao, Lao Yue, you..."

"Xie Hui, you forgot. A year ago, we went into the mountains together for rescue. The same avalanche, the same fork in the road, I thought you would have remembered it..." There was hatred in Yue Xinwei's eyes, and he stretched out his hand. The tongue that comes out is like a snake's tongue, thin and long, with a bifurcation in the front.

Xie Hui felt a cold touch on the side of his face, and the next second, he let out a cry of pain——

"what!!!"

A bloody ear was cut off by his tongue, and Xie Hui also fell to the ground. Blood dripped down the side of his face, forming a red mark on the ground.

"At that time, you were buried under the snow. In order to dig you out, all ten of my fingers were amputated. In order to keep you warm, I gave you my clothes. I fainted from the cold, but what about you!" Yue Xinwei said again! He increased the force on his neck, "You just left me here!"

"Lao Yue, yes... I'm sorry, I, how could I... forget all about this..."

Xie Hui gave up struggling. He gradually felt no pain. Instead, he felt light and airy, as if his consciousness was leaving his body.

Is this what people call the soul?

A sinner like him will definitely go to hell after death...