A figure held a squeaking oil lamp and climbed hard on the sloping snow slope.
The biting ice and snow poured into the coat and scarf, ruthlessly robbing the few warmth.
The figure's footsteps became slower and slower in the snow that covered his knees and even his waist. Before he was exhausted, he approached a prominent rock wall and hid in the depression under the rock to avoid the never-ending blizzard in the world's back mountain range.
The surrounding light snow pushed out of the typhoon shelter. The figure put down the oil lamp, took off his gloves, put his red palms into his pockets, pinched the hoarfrost-covered eyeballs, and dropped them at his feet.
Crunch - crunch -
The sound of stepping on the snow could be heard in the whining wind and snow, and a tall figure broke into the foot of the rock wall.
There is no need to speak, the businessman habitually raises a warm, bright fire in the depression to dispel the cold, then sets up a hanging pot, collects the snow and hangs it on the fire.
Lu Li took out the hot water bottle from his arms, drank some water, and then threw it next to the campfire to roast.
These heat sources, which are so hot at first that they make people sweat and make them sweat, will turn into deadly equipment that robs body temperature in less than two hours. But he cannot do otherwise, unless he wants to drink a piece of ice cream or eat snow.
Watching the crystal snow in the iron pot gradually melting away, Lu Li's eyes fell on the businessman Anthony who had not yet left.
It put down its backpack, took out some potions and placed them next to the fire.
"The thermostatic medicine keeps the body temperature unchanged for 6 to 8 hours. The side effect is that you need to drink a lot of water. Some alienation medicines can evolve limbs or organs to be suitable for climbing and severe cold. A bottle of antidote."
"The Alchemy Institute shouldn't waste its time on me."
It has been two weeks since the swamp incident was resolved, and winter is coming with the late autumn. But neither the underground Wiener Underground City nor the bright place with light is afraid of this winter - unless there is a new disaster.
Appeared through the cold winter.
Lu Li, who lost his cursed title in the swamp, was left with this body that was infinitely closer to human beings and could only resist pollution.
Although the two evil spirit chess pieces and accumulated experience made Lu Li not really as weak as a human being.
As well as the entire land of light and merchants arriving at any time as logistics.
puff--
Shen Shen was caught off guard by his thoughts, and was hit by a ball of snow, sticking to his cold face.
"Dean Chris said that if you say, "You shouldn't waste it on me," she will throw snowballs at you. She said she doesn't want the greatest exorcist in mankind to end up freezing to death while climbing a mountain."
Businessman Anthony answered Lu Li's gaze calmly.
"Thank her for me..." Lu Li wiped away the snow, and the ice water that had been melted by the fire remained on his face. The cold wind blew into the depression, like an ice knife slashing across it, "But there is no need to really smash it next time."
Businessman Anthony continued to read other people's messages, such as climbing snow-capped mountains in winter is not a good idea; why don't you take me with you; are there any additional subsidies for working in winter--
"Why are you going out again?"
The sun shines through the shade of Annie's tree, casting wisps of hazy halo around the tree house. The swamp mother's fair skin is as dazzling as the sun.
"I don't have much time." Lu Li looked up at the beautiful face of the Swamp Mother.
"Because of the 'curse'?"
"Um."
Lu Li looked at the sparkling lake.
A mottled wooden door that only he could see stood quietly on the lake.
"It's waiting for me."
"Hold on, we will find a way to get rid of the curse..."
Lu Li shook his head: "It is not a curse. Even if it is, it is a curse that cannot be touched by any known means."
Strange gods, ancient ones, enemies from deep space, they are unaware of it and have no idea about it.
And the reality behind the door...
Does it matter whether the world is real or fake?
Lu Li asked himself. How did he know that the reality after waking up was not another layer of illusion, or a more terrifying truth?
Lu Li asked and answered himself, it was not important at all.
It doesn't matter to Swamp Mother and the others whether it's the macro world outside the sandbox or a more cruel and real world.
Lu Li just longed for the answer in his heart.
Only Remi supported him: "Don't the beholder worms also want you to seek answers? Follow the guidance of your soul, just like my brother and I who came out of the book..."
"...Qiaoqiao asked, are you still on your way today?"
Paying attention to the sound that returned to his ears and the whining of the snowstorm, Lu Li shook his head, picked up a branch and stirred the snow on the edge of the iron pot.
"This is not a suitable campsite. I have to keep moving forward."
Taking advantage of the fact that there were still two or three hours before dark, Lu Li prepared to go higher.
After several days of trekking, he was not far from the summit.
With the support from the Alchemy Institute, he should be able to climb to the summit tomorrow in a relatively healthy state. At least his toes showing signs of frostbite will no longer threaten Lu Li's speed and life.
Lu Li watched the businessman Anthony walk out of the hollow, walked past a door panel standing in the snow, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
He untied his scarf, took off his fur boots, and took off his clothes one after another to dry them. When the snow water melted and bubbles bubbled in the boiling water, Lu Li was almost free from hypothermia. He took off the iron pot and waited for the boiling water to cool down, then put each piece in it.
Put on dry and warm heavy clothes, fill with hot water, and start again.
The firelight behind gradually faded away.
Leaving a camp behind may still be useful when you return, or it may be completely buried by a snowstorm.
Lu Li drank the thermostatic potion, but still failed to climb to the top of the peak before nightfall.
The good news is that it's not far away, the bad news is that no typhoon shelter has been found.
Lu Li stopped at the foot of a mountain cape with thick snow and dug out the snowdrift to create a snow cave under the snow. It was impossible to live here, so he took a thermostat, drank some water, and asked the businessman Anthony
Bring a bowl of heart-warming hot soup, wrap your whole body in a sleeping bag, and fall asleep.
Snowflakes sparkle in the light, but dim in the darkness.
In the blizzard that weakened in the early morning, a heavily armed Lu Li emerged from the snow cave, picked up the oil lamp filled with kerosene, and headed towards the vague shadow above.
As morning approached, Lu Li climbed to the top of the World Back Mountain Range again for the first time in a while.
The wind and snow on the back of the mountain were swept up into the sky by the cold current. Lu Li stopped briefly at the top of the mountain, raised his head, and his sight seemed to penetrate through the layers of snow, and glimpsed the smoky chandeliers and lingering moths in the depths.
Soon, he resumed his journey and headed to the clearing in his memory.
It was not easy to find the terrain that might have changed a long time ago in the unpredictable snowstorm, but Lu Li still vividly remembered the cliff where he fell and the way back, as if a pair of footprints buried in the snow were guiding him forward.
After a long time, a shadow climbed up the steep cliff from the sloping wind and snow.
The clearing that appeared in front of Lu Li had no manor, no white dress, and only a lone wooden door standing in the snowstorm.
It was just a false illusion or the hallucination of a dying person.