The cold wind and snow are swirling in the storm. Black and white should be two distinct things, but in the night and the scream of the blizzard, they have never been so intertwined like paint and glue, interweaving a chaotic atmosphere.

color.

This kind of weather reminds Vika of the "white-haired wind" that the old people in Verkhoyansk often call it. It is an abnormal weather that is not as fast as a blizzard but has the same effect. It usually occurs when there is snow on the plains and there are occasional strong winds.

, the strong wind rolled the snow on the ground and the snow falling from the clouds all over the sky. Standing on the plain and looking in all directions, the ground and sky were completely white.

The old people said that in the white-haired wind weather, even experienced hunters will inevitably lose their way when going out in the wild. If the wind and snow continue, they will be frozen to death in the snowfield until they are killed the next day.

When they find their bodies stiff and frosty and half-buried in the snow, their faces will also have strange blue smiles.

The old people laughed and said that the person who froze to death had met the "Snow Girl" in the fairy tales. He had a beautiful relationship before his death, and he must have passed away peacefully before his death. The young hunters asked the old man whether it was true.

I have seen the "Snow Girl", but the old people who told these stories shook their heads that they had never seen it, but in no case did they believe that the "Snow Girl" must exist.

They will whisper in the ears of hunters who are lost in the wind and snow; their eyes are the beacons guiding the way in the white wind and snow; they will accompany the lost people on the last journey in the snow; they are not asking for nothing in return, on the contrary, they

Very greedy, they seek and long for the body temperature of the lost people, their hot blood, so as to warm their hearts, which have been cold to the bone after living in the wind and snow for a long time.

Pairs of golden eyes formed a circle around the wooden house in the forest like torches. Countless shadows were hidden in the forest, covered with wind and snow cloaks. They were like groups of people in white under the altar, standing tall enough to

Motionless in the terrible, deadly blizzard.

"Snow Girl." The voice came out of the cracks in Vika's mouth. It was an uncontrollable murmur when she was deeply thinking about it, and it was also the horror and disbelief of folklore.

"There is also a legend of snow girls in the Soviet Union? I always thought that this legend originated in Japan." Adam, an American, said with trembling lips. He also discovered something unusual. Everyone in the room noticed the coldness in the snowstorm that even the fire could not dispel.

Horrifying picture.

"They brought this blizzard, they must have brought it." Vika whispered. Even though he was chilling, he tightly grasped the shotgun in his hand. Behind him, Dusha also grabbed his.

His left wrist was full of panic.

"What do they want to do?" Adam seemed to have never seen such a battle before, his hands and feet were cold and weak. He tried his best to press against the glass to see clearly the appearance of those with golden eyes, but no matter how he looked,

, he could only see the silhouette of a figure hidden in the snowstorm.

In the snowstorm outside, the temperature can instantly reach an ultra-low temperature of minus 60 degrees Celsius. The hot breath you exhale will be instantly frozen into ice slag. Even with the final protection of a leather jacket, any exposed skin will be frozen and bleeding.

If you are not careful, you will die from cardiogenic shock. At this temperature, even if you throw an iron plate on the ground, it will break like glass.

However, these figures stand like statues. The strong wind that can bend the coniferous forest cannot shake their figures at all. They seem to have merged into the snowstorm, or they are a part of this natural disaster, giving life to them.

The living people bring a terrible factor of despair and destruction.

But these figures haven't come forward yet. They have been hiding in the darkness of the coniferous forest since they were discovered by the people in the wooden house, besieging but not attacking, and hunting but not hunting. But no one dares to doubt their danger.

If you stare at those clear yellow eyes for just a few seconds, the bone-chilling coldness and fear will burn into your brain nerves along the line of sight, and every cell in your body will begin to freeze.

"Did you know anything from the beginning?" Vika suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Lieutenant Colonel Andre by the window. When he asked the question, he kept his gaze as low as possible and avoided it.

If you look at each other with a sense of 'questioning', this is a smart choice.

The lieutenant colonel did not answer Vika, but just stared at the golden children's eyes and figures outside the window. The left and right fists under the military uniform were quietly clenched and the veins were bursting. The back under the military uniform was straight and the lowered eyes were full of bayonets.

Sharp. No fear at all, only solemnity and a little anger?

Suddenly, the huntress next to Vika suddenly turned around and left the window. Her movements were so fast that everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at her, wary of what she would do in such a terrifying situation.

Irrational things like rushing out of the cabin and killing everyone.

Just when Vika was cursing in a low voice and wanted to go up and stop the other party, he found that the huntress rushed directly to the stove and knelt on the ground. She reached out and pulled out a hard bamboo arrow from the quiver behind her, and used the gauze and gauze she picked up along the way.

The torn strips of old Arrian's clothes on the ground were thickly wrapped around the arrow tip, and he carefully put the wrapped arrow tip into the oil lamp in the wooden cabinet, and finally put it into the fire to light it.

She turned around and walked quickly to the window of the wooden house. The KGB lieutenant colonel glanced at the burning arrow in her hand, which was covered in animal fat. He didn't say anything. Instead, he moved aside, seemingly acquiescing to what she wanted to do.

matter.

"If I say open the window, open the window." The female hunter walked to the window, twisted the tail feather of the flaming arrow with her left hand, and placed it on the wooden bow. The bow was a standard recurved wooden bow created by the Chukchi people of Siberia. It is a classic among classics.

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The wooden bow was lowered to the ground, and the arrow missed the string. The tip of the burning cloth-wrapped arrow dripped a little grease onto the floor and continued to burn. The huntress turned her left foot 40° to the left and turned her right foot forward to face the window, her whole body facing the outside of the glass.

In the blizzard, his clear eyes locked on a tall, pitch-black humanoid silhouette deep in the coniferous forest.

The wooden bow was raised upwards, and the flaming arrow was twisted around the bowstring with the fingers. The arm muscles exerted force to guide the arrow feathers hooked by the fingers to be pulled back at a constant speed. Every core muscle group of the well-proportioned torso was fully mobilized, including the wrists.

, left shoulder, right shoulder three points and one line, when the bow is fully opened and raised, the body of the huntress also turns from facing the window to the side, and the right shoulder blade hidden under the thick leather jacket closes towards the spine, the well-developed

The back muscles were tense, and the powerful force on the wooden bow was stored but not released.

Vika and the lieutenant colonel both took a second look at the huntress, not because they were amazed by the posture that was so precise and perfect that they could compete in the Olympic archery competition, but by the visible pull of the recurve wood bow when it was opened and raised. This bow

The poundage may have reached the level of a basic "battle bow". If you use the bow at full strength, you may be able to shoot a brown bear directly through the head.

"Open the window," said the huntress.

American Adam quickly opened the lock of the window and pushed the window open with all his strength. The roar of the snowstorm outside suddenly increased dozens of times, and the color of the entire wooden house was washed away.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their right arms to shield themselves from the wind and snow. Only the huntress closest to the window could not move in the frosty wind. Even though her eyebrows and hair were instantly white and frosty, she stood in an open posture.

Adjustments and core abdominal muscles ensured she was rock solid before shooting.

Feeling the force of the wind, the female hunter stared at the dark golden flames in the coniferous forest without blinking. She suddenly raised her hand and aimed at a strange angle diagonally above. Then she lightly shook her fingers and released the bow, causing her coiled hair to fly up.

!The flying flaming arrow missed the sky to the left, twisted in an arc of almost 90° in the air, and finally fell steadily to its destination!

The flaming arrow disappeared into the snow but was not extinguished. It was firmly inserted in front of a dark silhouette, without missing a beat.

The nearest thing illuminated by the burning firelight in the blizzard was a tattered black robe. It was a black robe made of rags, with a black color that was deeper than the night of the blizzard. Wrapped in the black robe was a burly man.

The inhuman figure was estimated to be over two meters tall. Even Lieutenant Colonel Andre, the tallest figure in the cabin, was not as tall as him.

Further up, everyone's eyes fell on the face that couldn't be concealed by the cloak illuminated by the fire from bottom to top, so everyone was shocked, especially Adam, who stared immediately after the burning arrow flew out.

The blizzard closed the window, and with my whole face pressed against the glass, I could see the scene in the distance most clearly.

The face of the burly figure in the black cloak is a ghost that can only be dreamed of in nightmares. It has a face that looks like it has been re-healed after severe burns. It is pale but has irregular lines of connective tissue. Those lines are like vines.

The whole face is wrapped around and spiraling like a spiral when it converges to the mouth.

It's like meeting a big tree with complex bark when you were a child. You can always see strange shapes one after another on those twisted barks, such as a human face. When you see the face of the thing under the black cloak, you will feel a sense of wonder.

The illusion of the human face on the tree coming to life, and the golden light flowing out of the dark golden child's eyes hanging on the face is its thick resin and sap.

"It's not a human being." Although it had been expected, the real answer would still bring double the shock and fear. The robber sister Dusha had already taken a few steps back and sat on the ground, trembling all over. Her face under the black robe

Kong is so weird that just one look at his will and outlook will be violently impacted, enough to make people lose all their thoughts.

"I don't think this thing is the legendary snow girl, because no matter how strange a man's taste is, he won't ask for warmth like this kind of thing, but they will ask for the blood of a lost person. I don't doubt it at all." Female.

The hunter put down the recurved wooden bow and looked ugly. She was very courageous. When she was a child, she could go into the snowy jungle to find hibernating brown bears. When she grew up, she became more courageous, which was enough for her to dare to go towards

Unknown archery.

"At least now we know what we're facing," Lieutenant Colonel Andre said.

"Do they regard us as prey?" Vika was so distraught at this time that he no longer paid attention to his absent-minded sister on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "Will they attack us?"

"Why don't you ask them?" the lieutenant colonel said calmly.

"You" Vika was startled for a moment, thinking that the lieutenant colonel was ridiculing him. Just when he was about to say something, his ears facing the glass twitched because he heard a strange hissing sound.

No, it wasn't hissing, it was someone whispering.

It's them who are whispering.

Vika turned his head and looked at the unilluminated corner of the window with horror and disbelief. He couldn't help but take two steps forward, almost close to the glass, and listened.

Then he really heard the whispers, the whispers of the blood-thirsty bats.

"found it"

"Those two kids"

"sin"

"A coveted pedigree"

“Teeth are so itchy”

Vika suddenly raised his hands to cover his ears. The same action as him was Adam beside him. This man seemed to be a Catholic. In Catholic teachings, the whispers of the devil are enough to lead people to corruption, so he also

Horrified, and the horrified expressions all turned to the two young figures on the fire kang deep in the wooden house.

"Are these devils coming for them?"

On the ground, the robber sister suddenly turned her head and locked her eyes on the smaller figure's face. That pitifully beautiful boy's face was completely incomparable to those devils outside the wooden house, but those childish eyes!

The little boy opened his eyes slightly at the right time, revealing the familiar yet frightening pale golden color inside.

The color of the child's eyes is no different from the devils standing still in the snowstorm, and even far exceeds the brilliance of their golden brilliance.

"The devil," Tussaud said.

"Devil!" Dusha raised her voice in a sharp and piercing voice. The hoarse sound made her scream like crying, "Devil! Devil!"

In the direction of her finger, the little boy looked quietly at her kneeling on the ground, as well as everyone else in the wooden house who looked at him.

"Quiet." The lieutenant colonel said. However, this did not make the situation much better. Dusha pointed at the siblings on the kang like a madman and yelled. She stared intently at the boy's childish eyes, which were absolutely recognisable.

Isn't childishness proof of the devil outside the house? Perhaps these weird siblings escaped from the devil, and they are members of the devil. Now the group of devils wants to take them back, and in the process, naturally
To be continued...