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

"Is there such a saying?" Du Hongbo asked in surprise, "But my uncle once heard from the villagers at the foot of the mountain that if nine people enter the mountain, they will receive gifts from God."

"Haha, God's gift..." The old woman let out a weird laugh in her throat, "Yes, yes, God's gift... but that may not be a gift you can bear. Okay, you finish the soup. Just leave quickly, we will meet again."

Du Hongbo wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "I will come to see you when I come down from the top of the mountain."

He didn't know yet that he had only stayed in the hut for a while, but three or four hours had passed outside.

Seeing that he had not returned for a long time, the people in the camp searched the surrounding area, but did not see even a single figure.

Du Hongbo looked at the extremely familiar path and murmured to himself: "Strange, I must have walked this road before..."

But there were no footprints left by him on the snow.

In Xie Hui's eyes, Du Hongbo kept going in circles. Xie Hui was so anxious that he wanted to remind him, but Du Hongbo couldn't see him.

At night, Du Hongbo was exhausted, and he thought it would be better to go back to the old woman's cabin and rest for a night.

"Huh? Did I go the wrong way?" Du Hongbo looked blankly at the ruined temple in front of him, feeling confused.

Although he couldn't find the old woman's hut, there was at least a place to hide from the snow. He quickly walked into the ruined temple.

The three gods of Sampa Mountain are enshrined in the empty temple. The strange thing is that although the villagers are very respectful to the gods, there are no tributes or incense burners on the offering table.

Du Hongbo lit the stove in the temple and spread a layer of hay on the ground. He lay down on it, but he always felt heavy breathing coming from time to time in his ears.

"Maybe it's the wind." He thought and closed his eyes.

But the gasping sound became heavier and heavier, and even a few faint cries of pain could be heard.

Du Hongbo couldn't sleep anymore. He followed the direction of the sound and came to the backyard of the ruined temple.

There are several rows of one-meter-long wooden stakes placed in the backyard. It is obviously located in the snow-covered mountains, but the wooden stakes are covered with fresh and tender mushrooms.

Du Hongbo took a closer look and saw where the wooden piles were under the mushrooms. They turned out to be living people with their hands and feet cut off!

The extremely cold climate slowed down their blood circulation, and their skin turned purple-black. From a distance, they looked like dead wood. Their eyelashes were covered with frost, and their mouths were sewn shut, but some people are still alive.

Du Hongbo covered his mouth. The hot soup he just drank contained this kind of mushroom.

He didn't know whether the old woman was a perverted murderer or some kind of monster. Fear occupied his brain, and before he could scream, his body ran out involuntarily.

He didn't even know where he should run, but his legs were completely out of his control. He only knew that he had to get out of here.

When people are in extreme panic, it is very easy for something to happen. Du Hongbo suddenly felt a tearing pain in his leg, and then he regained consciousness.

However, it was too late.

He rolled down the snow slope, and something got caught in the middle, and his left calf was torn off.

Night, low temperature, excessive blood loss...all the unfavorable factors were added together, and Du Hongbo knew very well that he might not survive tonight.

It snowed all night, and Brother Lei took several team members out to look for food.

The road back to the camp was blocked by heavy snow. After searching for a long time, they only found a backpack that someone had left on the road.

"Brother Lei, look, there seems to be someone over there!"

"How is that possible? We are not the only nine people who entered the mountain this time." Brother Lei didn't believe it and took a few steps towards the place he pointed at. "Hey, there really is one!"

They had been hungry for a day and had no strength. It took several people working together to turn the frozen body over.

"Hongbo?!"

Brother Lei's eyes widened, and he used his hands to test Du Hongbo's breathing and heartbeat.

"How's it going, Brother Lei? Can Hongbo be saved?"

"Let's call 120. I'll try to see if there's signal on the phone."

"Does your phone still have power? My phone has frozen and shut down..."

"Stop fighting." Brother Lei said with difficulty, "Hongbo...can't be saved. The living people are important, and we can't return to the camp empty-handed."

Xie Hui clenched his fists. He was lying. Du Hongbo's chest was still rising and falling weakly.

Suddenly, Xie Hui shuddered. It couldn't be what he thought.

Absolutely not, they were just hungry all day, there was no need to do such a crazy thing.

Moreover, Brother Lei and he are old friends, and he believes in Brother Lei's character.

But he overestimated human nature.

Especially at a time of life and death, human nature is often not that important.

Xie Hui had never been to a slaughterhouse. He had never heard the sound of a knife cutting flesh. He couldn't help but wonder, did the butcher kill or stun the animals before cutting them up?

If it were a living animal, watching oneself lose his right leg and arm...

That's cruel.

Brother Lei led the team members away. Their backpacks were filled with food and clothes, leaving only a solitary head.

Xie Hui stared blankly at the familiar face. After an unknown amount of time, white hyphae grew under his head.

When the hyphae outlined a complete body, the eyes of the head opened again. Du Hongbo's eyes were as calm as water, looking directly at Xie Hui.

"Uncle, tell me why you came to Sampa Mountain."

"Why nine people."

"Where did your stone statue come from?"

"My mother died, she died for me."

"The sacrifices are not enough, uncle, you know, there must be nine sacrifices to remove the death curse on you."

"God is pleased that you brought two men here, and God will give them the gift of eternal life."

"But God only likes multiples of three, so it's your choice."

"Is it her or him?"

The dust-laden memories surged again, and Xie Hui roared in pain: "Stop talking! Stop talking! I don't know! I never thought of harming anyone!"

“God doesn’t care about your ignorant thoughts, He only wants to know your choices.”

"God said, She gives you five seconds."

A picture of the camp appeared in front of Xie Hui's eyes. Beside the campfire, Ji Jinchen was telling Chu Yao interesting stories about the mountaineering club in college.

"Four."

Chu Yao listened very carefully and would chime in a word or two from time to time.

"three."

The faces of both people were equally young. Xie Hui thought of the rumors he had heard that the Ji and Chu families had arranged a marriage.

"two."

Xie Hui regretted it. It was not until this moment that he realized that he was so wrong.

"Uncle, I want to remind you that procrastination cannot solve the problem. If you choose neither of them and anger God, then it is not a problem that one human life can solve."

"one."

Xie Hui closed his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and made the final decision.