Chapter 920: Stone Coffin

"What's wrong with you?" Zigui noticed that the fat man stopped and turned around to look. Google search reading

At this moment, they had left the range of the snowman.

There were not as many snowmen as they thought. As they walked, they suddenly came out at a certain moment. They thought they would have to wait for more time.

And what surprised everyone was that they did not encounter any trouble.

The four of them walked out of the snowman formation safely.

After a pause of a few seconds, the fat man said in a low voice: "It's nothing, just now, I suddenly felt a little flustered."

"Let's leave quickly, those snowmen are so scary." Before the fat man and Zigui could speak, Han Juanjuan interrupted and said, he was carrying a bag and looked like he was still scared.

"Yes, that makes sense, let's go quickly." Seeing that they were about to reach the tomb of the saint, Shang Zuo did not want to cause trouble, so he immediately advised.

"Mr. Wang, let's hurry up." Zigui pulled the fat man.

"Yeah." The fat man retracted his gaze.

The group continued to move towards the top of the mountain. At this moment, the sky was already dark. No one noticed that Han Juanjuan, who was walking at the back, walked very lightly, as if he had no weight. Only three footprints were left on the snow.

Zigui approached the fat man vaguely while moving forward. When Shang Zuo was not paying attention, he asked in a low voice: "Mr. Wang, did you notice anything strange in the snowman formation just now?"

When Zigui asked this, the fat man's face changed slightly, "Did you feel it too?"

"Yes. Zigui kept walking, but her voice was lowered, "There seems to be a shadow of someone we are familiar with among those snowmen, but I'm not sure."

After a moment, she continued to add: "Mr. Wang, what I want to say is that if there is something abnormal in the snowman formation, the biggest possibility is that the starving ghost is making trouble."

"I felt it too, but it's different from what you said. I heard someone calling me from behind, and the voice was someone I was very familiar with." The fat man's face became solemn, and he recalled: "But I couldn't tell whose voice it was. It seemed that everyone's voice was a little bit, and I didn't look back. "

As if his guess was confirmed, Zigui spoke in a slightly hurried tone, and his beautiful eyes became alert: "It seems that this is the case. There is indeed a problem in the snowman formation!"

"Mr. Wang, although there are some things I don't want to say, we must be prepared. The other team may have been in trouble. Now we are the ones being targeted."

Zigui turned his head and looked at Shang Zuo and Han Juanjuan. His slightly wrinkled eyebrows slowly relaxed. Fortunately, they were still vigilant and nothing happened for the time being.

Han Juanjuan seemed to see Zigui's worry and nodded his chin firmly at her. Zigui also responded to him and then continued on his way.

Finally, after 1 hour, everyone climbed to the top of the mountain.

It was a very strange feeling. At the moment they reached the top of the mountain, the gloomy feeling around them dissipated. The sky was clear and the sky was a beautiful azure blue with a few white clouds hanging.

"Success! "Han Juanjuan couldn't help but cheer.

Hearing Han Juanjuan's cheer of relief, Shang Zuo's extremely haggard face finally showed a touch of rosy.

The haze that weighed on everyone's hearts seemed to be washed away by joy, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is the tomb of the saint?" The fat man looked at Shang Zuo and asked.

Shang Zuo simply determined the direction, and then pointed to a location with confidence, "It's nearby, the entrance is in a cave, I remember it very clearly."

Under the leadership of Shang Zuo, several people quickly found a cave. The entrance of the cave was half buried in snow. Everyone took out all the tools they could find in their backpacks to dig snow. Those who didn't have tools used their hands directly.

With everyone's efforts, in less than half an hour, the snow at the entrance of the cave was cleared, revealing a somewhat dark passage.

Zigui looked at the rock at the entrance of the cave, and touched it with his hand. There were traces of fire on the rock, and there were some broken stones of different sizes on the ground.

"Did you do this last time? "Zigui was more cautious and turned to look at Shang Zuo.

Shang Zuo stared at the deep tunnel, and bad memories emerged in his mind. He swallowed and said, "Yes, when we came last time, the entrance to the Saint's Tomb was sealed, and no one had ever entered. We had no choice but to use explosives to blow up the cave entrance."

"You are really crazy." Zigui took a deep breath and said that if explosives were used on the snowy mountain and an avalanche was accidentally triggered, all of them would be buried.

The location they are in now is not a peak in the strict sense, but just a gentle slope under the steep peak.

However, according to Shang Zuo's description, the people under his boss are all desperate criminals, doing this kind of business that licks blood on the tip of a knife. They don't open easily, and they can make a living for three years. It's not surprising that they can do such a thing.

Han Juanjuan looked at the cave carefully, turned his head, and asked Shang Zuo viciously: "It's here, are you sure?"

"Sure! "Shang Zuo nodded confidently.

Without wasting any more time, Fatty Zigui and his group took out their cell phones, turned on their flashlights, and walked into the deep cave.

When they all entered the cave, the originally clear sky suddenly became gray, the white clouds were torn apart by the strong wind, and a rare blizzard blew on the top of the mountain.

From the direction where Fatty Zigui and his group had just walked, there were faint desperate roars and low, helpless cries.

The voices included men, women, and even the elderly and children.

It seemed as if all the souls who died in the snowy mountains and were still trapped in this lost place appeared at this moment. The entire Gazhangde Snow Mountain was filled with a doomsday scene, as if it was foreshadowing the end of the story.

"Did you hear any sound?" The fat man pricked up his ears, and the footsteps echoed in the deep cave, as if there were many invisible people following behind him.

Zigui stopped and listened carefully for a while, then shook his head, "No."

"I didn't hear it either." Han Juanjuan hugged his arms and said, "But I just felt very cold, and I got goose bumps." As he spoke, he looked around with a vigilant look in his eyes.

Shang Zuo seemed to have seen something, pointing to the front and said excitedly: "We are here! Turn the corner ahead and you will see the Saint's sarcophagus!"

After saying that, he ran over without waiting for the others, but was caught by the fat man, dragged back, and controlled like a chicken, "Follow me."

Sure enough, after turning the corner ahead, the view suddenly opened up, and the space in front of him was about 100 square meters. Zigui guessed that this cave existed a long time ago, and the locals just transformed it later and it became the Saint's tomb today.

As usual, there were no decent burial objects, but a huge sarcophagus placed in the middle attracted everyone's attention.