Chapter 903 Target

"Why on earth is this? Why...why do we enter such a world repeatedly?!" Han Juanjuan's shoulders trembled, his voice was sad and helpless, but all everyone could give him was silence.

Han Juanjuan needed some quiet time, his emotions had reached the threshold.

Jiang Cheng walked over and asked Shang Mo, who was slumped on the ground as if he had lost his soul, "How are you?"

After a long while, Shang Mo seemed to come to his senses and raised his head. His face was swollen and his eyes were dim, filled with helplessness and entanglement. "I'm sorry. It's all my...my grandson's fault. It's his fault." He was so obsessed with money that he caused such a big trouble. He not only hurt his parents, but also hurt everyone. I'm sorry, I'm really... I'm really sorry."

Shang Mo didn't fight back when he was beaten. He stood there like a piece of wood. After all, he was a 60-year-old man. The fat man couldn't bear it when he saw that rickety body.

Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand, pulled him up, helped Shang Mo tidy up his clothes, patted the snow off his body, and said in a calm voice: "It's useless to talk about it now. Let's think about how to get out of here. , get to the summit as soon as possible.”

"Is there any news you haven't told us?" Jiang Cheng asked, changing the topic.

Shang Mo raised his eyebrows and said in a slightly panicked tone: "No, I have told you everything I know. I am very grateful that you can come to help me. How could it be..."

Jiang Cheng nodded, “That’s good.

After speaking, Jiang Cheng looked around. The familiar scene gave him a strange feeling at this moment. It was obvious now that they were lost.

And Jiang Cheng clearly remembers that among the rumors circulating among the locals, Gawuzhangde Snow Mountain has a more special name, called the Lost Land.

Although getting lost is a bit unexpected, everyone here has experience, so there is no need to panic. For the three people in Jiangcheng, it is completely normal to hit the wall when encountering a ghost. This is almost the basic quality of every ghost in the mission. However, this time the hungry ghost's ghost wall area was larger, and the location was changed to a relatively unfamiliar snow mountain.

"The ghost beats the wall." Huai Yi lowered his voice.

This sentence seemed to stimulate Shang Mo. He put on his backpack and immediately walked in one direction. "Let's go in one direction. I don't believe we can't get out!" he said stubbornly.

Bai Xi took a few steps forward and stopped him.

You need to master the method to crack the ghost wall. If you keep walking like this, you will only die in vain in this snowy mountain.

After the snowstorm dissipated, the sun hung in the blue sky again, but the sunlight shone on the body, making people feel no warmth at all, only an eerie chill.

It's as if the sky, the sun, and the sea of ​​clouds floating around are all painted on with a brush, giving off the cold texture of ink paint.

"I suggest setting up camp first." Jiang Cheng said.

Needless to say, Fatty and Huaiyi, if Jiang Cheng asked them to take off their clothes right now and run naked in the snow, they would do it. The only difference is that Huaiyi might have to struggle a little while Fatty would immediately execute it.

Gongsun Zhiruo was in poor health and energy because of what happened just now. "I agree with Mr. Jiang's suggestion, we need to rest, and..." He looked around, always having a bad feeling.

It was easy for everyone to agree on the idea that the previous campsite was not far away and they had cleaned it up yesterday. But this time, Zigui cautiously suggested that everyone should avoid the campsite last night.

The last group of people chose another location about 100 meters away from the Harajuku camp. Due to their previous experience, it didn't take long to set up a new camp.

After a brief discussion with no results, the group dispersed and went to rest.

"Doctor." The fat man squatted on the ground, looking around restlessly, and whispered: "I feel particularly bad around here. You said that starving ghost is hiding somewhere nearby, looking at us. Come on."

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and glanced back at the quiet camp, with a rare solemn look on his face.

After Huaiyi saw it, he seemed to suddenly think of something, his eyes sharpened, and he asked in a low but urgent tone: "Brother Jiang, don't you want to say that a ghost has sneaked in, right?"

Hearing this, the fat man's scalp went numb and he shrank his neck, "No way, so fast? And we saw that starving ghost running away with our own eyes..."

"I just have a feeling that compared with previous missions, we were attacked too frequently this time. This ghost..." Jiang Cheng paused and seemed to be organizing his words. After a while, he continued: " How can I put it, it feels too impatient to me, and its purpose is not just to kill people, otherwise what would it do in this empty snowy mountain?"

Jiang Cheng's words gave Fatty Huaiyi a new idea. Fatty nodded and said in agreement: "The doctor is right. Judging from what happened with Shang Mo's grandson, starving ghosts can leave the snow mountains and go to other places to kill people." , There is no hair on this snowy mountain, what is it doing here, and what is it eating? "

"So the starving ghost must have returned to the snowy mountains because of an irresistible goal." The fat man touched his chin and said with certainty.

"Judging from the current situation, I think we can be sure that the target of the hungry ghosts' return is us." Huai Yi said quickly.

Jiang Cheng shook his head slowly and looked at a location in the camp. Following Jiang Cheng's line of sight, Fatty and Huaiyi saw a tent. After a moment, Fatty's pupils shrank, "Is it him?"

Shang Mo's tent is quite special, it is yellow. Only his tent is yellow, so it is easy to identify.

"That's right." After thinking about it, Huai Yi nodded seriously, "First the starving ghost chased his grandson's house and killed his grandson's parents. Now, he comes to see Shang Mo again. This makes sense!"

"Perhaps this old guy is not as noble as he says. Investigating the death of his son and daughter-in-law, atoning for his grandson, and not wanting to starve to death are all excuses. What he really wants is to survive!"

"The starving ghost has set its sights on him. No matter where he goes, he can't escape. Only by climbing the Gawzhangde Snow Mountain and going to the Saint's Tomb at the top can he have a chance to survive!"

"The Saint's Tomb is the source of everything!"

Jiang Cheng whispered: "At present, these are just our speculations. There is no direct evidence yet. As for whether they are or not, we can't be sure yet. But if the speculations are true, then there must be something on Shang Mo's body, which is what the starving ghost wants. Wanted.”

"Could it be that his grandson stole some treasure from the Saint's tomb?" the fat man asked tentatively.

After all, it was like this in the movies he watched. The tomb robbers stole the treasure that held the coffin, and then the owner of the tomb lost the treasure and suppressed it. He pretended to be a corpse, turned into a zombie or a ghost, and demanded his life from the tomb robbers.