On the top of the mountain, a dilapidated mountain temple stands.
Ding Jilin stood shivering in front of the Mountain God Temple, his face livid with cold. He frowned and looked at the Mountain God Temple. The front hall was badly damaged, the outer wall was severely weathered, and the iron door was rusty and covered with fist-sized fist-sized fists.
There was a hole in the door, so he stretched out his hand and pushed it, and with a "click", the door bolt, which had been decaying for an unknown number of years, broke off.
"Woooo..."
The cold wind followed Ding Jilin into the front hall. He immediately turned around and closed the iron door. Although the door was riddled with holes, it could still block some wind and snow. However, the wind was too strong and he pushed the door open again in a blink of an eye.
"Your sister..."
Ding Jilin frowned, lowered his head and looked around, and finally looked at the courtyard of the Mountain God Temple. It was overgrown with weeds and deserted, so he broke off a piece of dead wood and used it as a door bolt, and sealed the door of the Mountain God Temple again.
In this way, it really doesn't seem so cold anymore.
"anyone there?"
Ding Jilin, who was cold, hungry and tired, looked into the temple of the mountain god. It was dark inside. He suddenly felt a little frightened. After shouting, he felt a little regretful. Don't attract anything unclean. Moreover, the place looked dusty for a long time. In fact,
If this is unnecessary, there will be no one at all. This mountain shrine has been abandoned for who knows how many years. .??.
You need to light a fire. Let your body temperature rise first and dry your clothes. Otherwise, it will be very dangerous if you lose your temperature in a while.
So, with the faint light between heaven and earth, Ding Jilin walked on the snow into the main hall of the Mountain God Temple. With a "squeak", he pushed open the wooden door that had been decaying for many years. Suddenly, with a loud noise, the wooden door fell down.
The ground and door shafts have long been rotted away.
In the game, there are no objects such as fire sticks, and all skills are sealed, so you can only rely on primitive means to make fire, and that's all.
So, Ding Jilin found some dead grass from under the eaves of the main hall, part of which was formed into hemp rope, and the other part was kept for later use. Then he picked up a pile of dead wood in the courtyard, chose a completely dry stick, and used
The hemp rope was tied and made into a cable structure, and then a piece of dead wood as thick as a wrist was drilled, and a lot of dead grass was placed in the drilled position to make it easier to ignite the fire.
In this way, he kept drilling into the wood, failing again and again. After half an hour, his palms turned red and even started to bleed.
At this time, Ding Jilin finally understood why it was so difficult for Mr. De to make a fire every time. It seemed difficult to drill wood to make a fire, but it was also really not easy to do.
But if he doesn't succeed, there is only one way to die. Ding Jilin's head is in chaos at this time, and he can no longer tell whether this is reality or the game. What if it is real? He doesn't want to die...
So, he continued to persevere. At a certain second, the withered grass fragments in the hot part of the drill wood suddenly ignited a spark. Ding Jilin was immediately overjoyed. He carefully surrounded it with withered grass fragments, and then blew the smoke to make a fire.
In a blink of an eye, the hot flames came up, and a bonfire was immediately raised with the prepared pile of dry wood.
Under the light of the fire, the main hall of the Mountain God Temple was brightly lit. Only then did Ding Jilin see everything here clearly. Apparently, people had gone out of here many years ago before he arrived. The main hall was empty, and the statue of the Mountain God was empty.
It has also collapsed and turned into a pile of hollow mud. Even the paint on the statue has completely faded over the long years, and its original appearance cannot be seen.
He took a deep breath, took off his soaked and frozen pants, and placed them next to the fire to roast. He then pulled out a burning stick and visited the Yishan Temple. There were two rooms next to the main hall.
It must have been Miao Zhu's residence when this mountain temple still had incense. Everything in the room had been emptied, not even a bed. There was only an ax leaning against the edge of the wall in the corner.
"Um?"
Ding Jilin picked up the axe. It was stained with rust. It was a wood-cutting ax. It was probably used by the people in the temple to chop firewood. He forgot to take it with him when he left. The moment he picked up the axe, the rotten axe handle appeared.
It broke into several pieces in an instant and can no longer be used.
"Woo~~~"
At this time, among the sounds of wind and snow outside the Mountain God Temple, there were chilling roars hidden one after another.
It's a giant-mouthed ghost. Those scary guys haven't dispersed and are still looking for food in the snowy night.
So Ding Jilin took the bare ax back to the fire and found a relatively strong wooden stick to replace the ax handle. After hitting it hard on the floor tiles several times, it became a usable ax.
In a world of ice and snow, in barren mountains and ridges, it is actually quite good to have such a self-defense device.
However, there was nothing to eat, and my stomach was still growling, making me tired and hungry.
Soon after, the pants were dried and I put them on again. Although I was the only one here, it was not good to run around with my butt naked.
Just after Ding Jilin put on his pants, he heard a scream coming from outside the front hall, which sounded like a woman's cry.
"Not good!"
He suddenly held the ax in his hand, but then frowned. How could there be a woman screaming in this barren mountain? According to the description in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, this must be a female ghost, a banshee or something like that. In that case,
, then don’t go.
If a gentleman doesn't stand behind a dangerous wall, go to hell, if a gentleman doesn't save you!
But in the next second, the voice became more urgent, even crying. It was obvious that the owner of the voice was encountering something extremely terrible.
"well……"
Ding Jilin gritted his teeth
, stood up with an ax in hand, who made himself a good person!
He suddenly took out two burning sticks from the bonfire and put them together as torches. He immediately stood up and stepped into the wind and snow. The torches cleared the way. He came to the front hall and put down the door bolt, holding a torch in one hand and another in the other hand.
Moving forward with a rusty axe.
"Ah, save me..."
A woman's voice came from the front. ??
Under the light of the fire, a little girl wearing a green skirt stood at the corner of the outer wall of the Mountain God Temple, holding a wooden sword in her hand, and was constantly swinging the sword to attack several giant-mouthed ghost soldiers, but those giant-mouthed ghost soldiers
She was not afraid of the attack of the wooden sword at all, and kept approaching, even trying to bite the wooden sword with her mouth wide open. Fortunately, the little girl was very skillful in handling the sword and saved the day from danger many times.
But if this continues, sooner or later he will be eaten by the giant-mouthed ghost.
Ding Jilin looked over. The little girl was about the same age as Ding Jilin. She was very smart and had a flawless face. She was obviously a beauty. Such a person... shouldn't be a ghost or a succubus, right?
No matter what, save it first and then talk about it!
He suddenly rushed forward, waved the torch in his hand, and shouted at several giant-mouthed ghost soldiers, "Get away, get away quickly!"
…
"Roar!"
The giant-mouthed ghost soldier originally wanted to fight back, but when he saw the light of fire, he instinctively retreated, fearful, and retreated with a "whimper", just like a wild beast seeing the light of fire.
"Come here quickly!"
As soon as Ding Jilin stretched out his hand, the frightened little girl rushed over. She had already been frightened and cried. She hugged Ding Jilin's arm and did not dare to say a word.
"Walk!"
Ding Jilin waved the torch to drive away the giant-mouthed ghost soldiers, while protecting the little girl back to the Mountain God Temple. The moment he stepped into the front hall, he immediately closed the door and bolted it. Then, he waved the wood to chop down many dead trees in the courtyard.
A bonfire was also raised in front of the palace gate to drive away the giant-mouthed ghosts outside.
"Woo~~~"
Outside, the giant-mouthed ghost soldiers were unwilling to leave, but they were afraid of the fire, so they could only stay close or not far away.
Ding Jilin took the little girl to the main hall, sat down next to the fire, looked at her green skirt that was covered with snow and was slightly moist, and said, "Sit down and warm up your clothes."
"Okay, thank you..."
The girl pursed her red lips and looked at Ding Jilin with a pair of beautiful eyes: "You...what is your name?"
Ding Jilin smiled, "I saved you. Shouldn't you introduce yourself first? This is only in line with etiquette..."
"good."
The girl said softly, "My name is Lin Tong, from the Lin family of ancient Shu. I... I am a sword cultivator..."
"ah
?”
Ding Jilin said angrily, "Would a sword cultivator be afraid of these trashy giant-mouthed ghosts outside? To put it bluntly, anyone who leaves Novice Village can easily deal with them."
For a moment, Lin Tong's pretty face turned red, "I am... a sword cultivator who has not yet started. I want to learn swordsmanship myself, but my father keeps asking me to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I have no interest in it, so...
…”
"..."
Ding Jilin frowned, "So you ran away from home?"
"Um."
Lin Tong pursed her red lips, and her big, smart eyes seemed to be able to speak, and said, "I know my father and mother will be angry, but I always want to take the path I want to take. I want to become a swordsman and become a swordsman."
An unparalleled swordsman, from the moment I held the sword for the first time, I knew that I must be the best swordsman in the world."
As she said this, Lin Tong's stomach suddenly rumbled. Suddenly, her pretty face turned rosy and she remained silent.
"There's nothing to eat now."
Ding Jilin said, "I am also tired and hungry, but there is nothing I can do."
"Um."
Lin Tong said, "You...what is your name and why are you here?"
"My name is Ding Jilin."
Ding Jilin said, "As for why I came here, I can't explain clearly. Before I came here, my head was hit and I don't seem to remember many things."
As he said that, he looked at Lin Tong and said, "Lin Tong, if you are tired, take a nap for a while. I will keep watch over the night and get you something to eat... Let's wait until it gets up tomorrow and the snow stops."
"Um."
Lin Tong's red lips parted slightly and she said, "Ding Jilin... thank you for saving me. You don't have to call me by my full name. You can just call me Tong'er. My father and mother also call me that."
"knew."
Ding Jilin found some hay, laid it down beside Lin Tong, and said, "Tong'er, you go to sleep first, I can hold on for a while longer."
"good."
Lin Tong looked really tired. She curled up and lay on the withered grass. She fell asleep in a blink of an eye. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn't know what she was dreaming about. She murmured, "Daddy, Tong'er."
I disappoint you, but I... really want to practice swordsmanship..."
"snort!"
Ding Jilin chuckled lightly and didn't bother to pay attention. He hugged the ax and leaned against the stone pillar in the main hall and fell asleep. However, he did not dare to sleep too deeply for fear that the fire would go out, and he was even more afraid that the giant-mouthed ghost soldiers would suddenly rush in.
…
in reality.
"Um?"
Lin Xixi went offline and frowned at Ding Jilin's game status. The green light was bright, showing the online status, but his ID disappeared from everyone's friend list.
