How could Zhang Long miss the opportunity to catch the real culprit? He took off the Tang Dao, hung it on his waist and chased after him.
The wind mixed with snow was like a knife carved on his face. Zhang Long faced the biting cold wind and kept running in the direction of the woman.
The woman didn't care at all about Zhang Long who was chasing her, as if he was just strolling in the courtyard.
What Zhang Long didn't notice was that the woman's path left no footprints.
Chasing after him, Zhang Long always felt that the distance between him and that woman was getting farther and farther, but he also felt that there was an indescribable feeling emanating from that woman, which made people want to wait.
To lift the veil of mystery.
In other words, it's a strange attraction.
He ran wildly in one direction in the snow-white world.
The wind turned his exposed skin red, and the snow froze his fingers, but his eyes were still full of energy, and he had an aura that would never return until Loulan was broken.
Run and run.
There was insufficient oxygen supply to the brain. He began to feel dizzy, his scalp was numb, and his legs began to feel extremely heavy, but he did not want to stop.
Because the woman in the floral skirt was so close, as if he could reach out and catch her, but she seemed to be separated by the entire galaxy. No matter how hard he tried, he was still just a little short of it.
The wind became stronger and stronger, the sky became dark, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky fell on him in a thick layer.
In this blanket of silver, the woman in front of him suddenly disappeared.
Zhang Long breathed heavily, his eyes widened in horror, and he sped up a few steps in disbelief. He looked around, but could no longer find the woman.
Damn it!
Why is it missing?
Did I lose track of you?
Such thoughts lingered in Zhang Long's heart. He supported his knees with both hands and breathed heavily. Sweat the size of soybeans emerged from his forehead and fell down the tip of his nose into a patch of snow.
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction he was walking.
"Is this all an illusion?"
He kept repeating this sentence as if mumbling to himself. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was surrounded by white snow. It seemed that he had never been to this place.
What's worse than this is that a huge snowstorm is coming!
Zhang Long wiped the sweat from his forehead, tried hard to stay calm, found a leeward side, dug a hole inward and hid in it.
Even he himself didn't know how much time had passed. When he was washing his hands, he took off the watch and put it on the window sill. He didn't even have time to take it. He only felt that the sky was getting dark. He was directly opposite the hole he dug.
There is a tree that seems to be getting shorter and shorter as time goes by.
The wind blew loudly, as if the souls from hell were calling for his life, just like the sound of fighting on an ancient battlefield.
Zhang Long was lying in the snow. He had been tired all day long. Listening to the sound of wind and snow outside the cave, he didn't feel as if he was dreaming of an iron horse and glaciers. He just felt that everything was so unreal.
It's like a dream.
Even he himself didn't know why he followed the woman so far, let alone why he didn't ask others to chase her.
The only thing he knows is.
I got lost.
The snowstorm lasted for two days.
Zhang Long woke up from hunger.
The snow has stopped and the sun is shining brightly.
He climbed out of the cave and wanted to stretch, but was horrified to find that he seemed to be no longer in his original position.
Because he found that the tree directly opposite the cave was gone!
In order to confirm his idea, Zhang Long ran over in three steps and used his hands as a shovel to dig out a deep hole at the location of the tree in his memory. Even so, he could not find the tree.
Not to mention a tree, not even a small section of dry branches could be found.
How could he possibly find it?
Because this is not the original location at all.
Zhang Long knew this very well, but he didn't know how he could suddenly run away to other places. He obviously just slept.
He couldn't figure out what happened while he was asleep, let alone who the woman in the floral skirt was.
Looking up at the sun, from the sun's perspective, it should be noon now.
He could only walk in the direction of the camp in his memory.
Walking in the blinding white snow, leaving only a string of lonely footprints.
This was the first time that Zhang Long felt that something was missing around him.
Even when I was a war correspondent, I never had such a feeling, probably because at that time I still had someone to talk to.
Go and go.
When he is thirsty, he picks up a ball of snow on the ground and puts it into his mouth, and the snow will melt into water. When he is hungry, he picks up another ball of snow and puts it into his mouth, because he has nothing but the snow on the ground.
The belief in returning to the camp supported him and dragged his tired body forward.
He was looking for the camp, and the people in the camp were looking for him.
"No, I didn't find it."
"It's the same on my side. It's strange. I obviously saw him chasing in that direction..."
"All the twenty or so wolves in our camp have gone out to look for us, and all of them except the Wolf King have returned."
Bai Wenwen immediately set her sights on Wang Kaixuan: "Which way is the Wolf King going?"
"Over there at the wooden house, but I've already asked people to look for it. I just need to shovel the snow on the ground. Oh, I'm really worried. Why did you lose such a big living person?"
As Liu Lu spoke, she walked around holding her waist.
"It's been several days, and there has been a snowstorm. All the animals in the mountains have hid, and he didn't bring anything to eat. What should he do?"
Zhang Xiaotong sighed.
"This is all my fault. If I had chased him out, things wouldn't have turned out like this."
Bai Wenwen held her head with both hands, and various things were lingering in her mind.
First there was the ghost in the bathhouse, then there were the footprints that appeared for no reason, and now Zhang Long has disappeared again. These things are like a hemp rope, with too many heads and too messy.
But there seems to be nothing that can be connected between them.
"Why don't I go look for it along the road Zhang Long took out? I have more experience in surviving in the wild than everyone here."
Li Yi said, took out a small sack and put all the dry food in front of him into it. Just as he was about to tighten the bag, a pair of hands held his arm.
"I will go with you."
Bai Wenwen's eyes were firm.
"You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you're dead."
Li Yi looked troubled: "The environment outside is so bad now, why are you, a woman, getting involved in it?
Stay in the camp and wait, maybe he will come back on his own."
"If you want to leave, we can start again tomorrow. I think the weather is going to be windy again."