Chapter 887 Devil

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 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 appears 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 that their bodies are stiff and frosty and half-buried in the snow, they will also have strange blue smiles on their faces.

The old people say that those who freeze to death with laughter must have met the "snow girl" in the fairy tales. They had a beautiful relationship before they died, and they must have passed away peacefully before they died. The young hunters asked the old man whether he had really seen the "Snow Girl", but the old people who told these stories shook their heads and said 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 do not ask for anything 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 Vika's mouth. It was an uncontrollable murmur when thinking deeply, and it was also the horror and disbelief of folklore.

"There is also a legend of the snow girl 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 cold and terrifying scene in the snowstorm that even the fire could not dispel.

"They brought this blizzard. They must have brought it." Vika whispered. Even though he was chilling, he still held on to the shotgun in his hand. Behind him, Dusha also held on to 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 the appearance of those with golden eyes, but no matter how he went Look, 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 maybe they are a part of this natural disaster, giving life to The living bring a terrifying element of despair and destruction.

But these figures have not come forward for a long time. 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. Just look at those clear yellow eyes for a few seconds, and the bone-chilling coldness and fear will burn into the brain nerves along the line of sight, and every cell in the body. It's starting to get frosty.

"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 to avoid looking at him with a sense of 'questioning'. This was a smart choice.

The lieutenant colonel did not answer Vika, but just stared at the golden 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, just 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 running out of control 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 ignite 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, as if he acquiesced 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. .

The wooden bow was lowered to the ground, the arrow was nocked on the string, and the burning cloth-wrapped arrow tip 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 was facing the blizzard outside the glass, and her clear eyes locked on the silhouette of a tall, dark human figure deep in the coniferous forest.

Lift the wooden bow upwards, twist the burning arrow on the bow string with your fingers, and use the muscles of your arm to guide the arrow feathers hooked by your fingers to pull back at a constant speed. Every core muscle group of the well-proportioned torso is 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 directly to the side facing the window. The right shoulder blade hidden under the thick leather jacket draws in toward the spine, and the well-developed back His 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 in awe of the posture that was so precise and perfect that she could participate in the Olympic archery competition, but in the visible pull of the recurve wood bow when it was opened and raised. The weight of this bow may have reached the level of a basic "war bow", and it might be able to shoot a brown bear's head directly through the bow at full power.

"Open the window," Huntress said.

American Adam quickly unlocked 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 diluted.

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 shot straight into 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 sank 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 pressed the whole face in front of the glass to 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.

Just like when I was a child, I encountered large trees with complex bark. On those twisted barks, I could always see strange shapes one after another, such as a human face. When you see the face of the thing under the black cloak, you will have the illusion that the face on the tree has come alive, and the golden light flowing out of the dark golden pupils hanging on the face is its thick Resin, sap.

"It's not a human being." Although it had been expected for a long time, when the real answer is revealed, it will 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. The face under the black robe was so weird. Just one look at it would have a violent impact on the will and outlook, enough to make people lose all their thoughts. .

"I don't think this kind of 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 lost people, I have no doubt at all." The female hunter put down the recurved wooden bow and her expression was 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. Shoot into the unknown.

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

"Do they regard us as prey?" Vika was too distraught at this time to care about 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. When he was about to say something, his ears facing the glass twitched because he heard a weird hissing sound.

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

It is they who are whispering.

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

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

"found it"

"Those two kids"

"Sin."

"A coveted pedigree."

"My teeth feel 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 Frightened, and the frightened 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 eyes!

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

The color of the pupils was no different from the devils standing still in the snowstorm, and even far exceeded the brilliance of their golden brilliance.

"The devil," said Tussaud.

"Devil!" Dusha raised her voice in a sharp and piercing voice, and the hoarseness of her voice made her scream like she was 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 pupils. The definitely recognizable eye color was not proof of the devil outside the house. ? Perhaps this pair of weird siblings escaped from the devil, and they are members of the devil. Now the devils want to take them back, and in the process, they naturally don't mind taking them, a group of innocent people, too. Drag us to hell together!

"Keep her quiet, or I will help her quiet." Lieutenant Colonel Andre turned to look at Vika's indifferent order.

Vika trembled, gritted her teeth, and quickly walked over to help her sister up on the ground, and whispered something quickly into her ear. The excited Dusha still kept mumbling, but her voice was effectively lowered. , I don’t know what Vika said to her.

"They don't seem to have any intention of attacking." Compared to the gaffes of the bandit brothers and sisters, the huntress seemed more calm. She stood in front of the window and observed the burly or thin figures.

"Do you not want to attack or can't attack?" the lieutenant colonel said calmly.

The huntress was stunned for a moment and looked at the Lieutenant Colonel, "What do you mean?"

She guessed that Lieutenant Colonel Andre knew a lot. From what the other party said before that he went to the Far North for the so-called "confidential information", and every word he said was full of secrets, so now he couldn't Are these terrifying monsters outside the house related to his secret?

"Could they abide by the 'Six Commandments of the Devil'?" Adam, an American, suddenly said with trepidation.

"The Six Commandments of the Devil?" The female hunter looked back at Adam. This guy who claimed to be a traveler seemed to have a lot of knowledge hidden in his belly, just like he mentioned before that the "Snow Girl" came from Japanese mythology.

"Escape from the world (not reveal your true identity), dominion (the owner of the territory has supreme power), descendant (creating a new devil requires permission), responsibility (you must bear the sins of your ethnic group), guest respect (when you come to the new devil) The territory is not allowed to be invaded without the owner’s invitation or permission), killing relatives (it is strictly forbidden to harm the same kind).” Adam whispered.

"Why do these commandments of yours sound so familiar to me?" The huntress was stunned for a moment, and after a moment she suddenly said, "Vampire novels written by L.J. Smith."

Adam was also stunned, "Have you read that series of novels?"

"It was just published this year and is now available in Moscow bookstores. It was very popular in the novel circle before." The huntress said a few words and then looked at Adam speechlessly.

The former is speechless, and the latter is embarrassing. After all, it is really irresponsible to be caught quoting plots from fictional novels to break up the situation when you are serious.

"But they really don't seem to have any intention of attacking." Adam coughed twice and said, "What do they seem to be waiting for?"

"It's not like waiting for us to open the door and give them what they want," Lieutenant Colonel Andre said.

The female hunter paused for these words, Adam stopped speaking, and the expressions of the bandit brother and sister behind him were filled with strangeness. The temperature of the entire wooden house dropped a bit, and many people swallowed saliva lightly in their throats.

On the fire bed, the little girl raised her head slightly, looking at these adults with strange faces and their own thoughts, her eyes were clear and calm.

She could hear all the arguments but made no comments. There was no defense or pity for mercy. No one knew what this young girl was thinking. They looked at her from a distance as if they were sizing up some potential monster.

Will she get violent and hurt someone? Vika tightened his grip on the shotgun, his eyes flashing.

"No, we can't make a deal with the devil with human lives."

Adam was actually the first to reject the proposal. He even felt guilty for having such an idea and immediately made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"I didn't expect you to be a devout believer." The huntress glanced at his actions and said.

"I think normal people would find some god to temporarily believe in this kind of situation, right?" Adam said with a wry smile, "Do you Soviets believe in God?"

"There is Orthodox Christianity, but not many people believe in it. We believe in Marxism-Leninism. Stalin banned our faith before." The female hunter shook her head.

"Which of you knows their origins? How can you guarantee that these two people didn't belong there from the beginning?" Vika spoke, his voice was low and dry. He stood with his sister and looked at the hesitant people by the window. Adam.

"Are we talking about whether we should throw children into the blizzard to please the man-eating devil?" The huntress suddenly fixed her eyes on Vika and said coldly, "Is your brain broken? Or have you lost your humanity? Dogs can’t change from eating shit?”

"You heard what those devils were saying," Vika hissed.

"Of course I heard it." The female hunter glanced at the little girl who had been watching them silently on the fire bed, "So what?"

"Eyes! His eyes! He has the same eyes as the devil!" Sister Dusha couldn't help but scream again, "You actually want to protect him! He should be thrown out and eaten by the devil! The two of them are already They're not human! You let them in! Throw them out with that old thing and maybe we can be saved!"

"Shut up!" The huntress heard the words that were enough to arouse her anger. She took off her wooden bow, drew an arrow, and suddenly raised the bow. Dusha, whose hand was still bandaged, screamed and hid behind, and Vika's double-barreled shotgun was instantly raised. Aimed at the huntress.

A gunshot rang out.

The shooter was not Vicat, but Lieutenant Colonel Andre. Smoke was coming from the gun, a crater appeared on the roof, and sawdust and wind and snow accumulated in the corners of the roof fell.

"We don't trade lives for our situation." The lieutenant colonel slowly lowered his arm and glanced at the bandit brothers coldly, then looked at the young siblings on the fire bed and said calmly, "We will be stationed tonight, and we will take turns keeping vigil in pairs. . They have no intention of attacking, so we don’t have to stay in disarray until the blizzard ends!"