If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 887 Devil
The cold wind and snow are rolling in the storm. Black and white should be two distinct things, but in the night and the screaming 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 hair wind" that the old people in Verkhoyansk often say. It is an abnormal weather whose wind speed is not as fast as a blizzard but has similar effects. It usually occurs on the plains with snow and occasional strong wind , The strong wind rolled up the snow on the ground and the snow falling from the clouds. Standing on the plain and looking in all directions, the ground and the sky were completely white.

The old people said that even experienced hunters will inevitably lose their way when they go out in the wild in the weather of Baimaofeng. When they found that their bodies were stiff and frosted and half buried in the snow, they would all have strange pale blue smiles on their faces.

The old people laughed and said that the person who was frozen to death met the "Snow Girl" in the fairy tales. Before he died, he had a beautiful relationship with dew, and he must have walked peacefully before he died.The young hunters questioned the old man whether he had really seen "Snow Girl", but the old people who told these stories shook their heads and said they had never seen it, but none of them believed that "Snow Girl" must exist.

They will whisper in the ears of hunters who are lost in the wind and snow; their eyes are the lights that guide the way in the snow and white; they will accompany the lost people on the last road in the snow; Very greedy, they seek and yearn for the body temperature and blood of the lost people, so as to warm their hearts that have been icy to the bone after living in the wind and snow for a long time.

Pairs of golden eyes circled the wooden house in the forest like torches, and there were countless shadows hiding in the forest, wearing cloaks of wind and snow. They were like groups of people in white clothes under the altar, standing tall enough to Motionless in a deadly blizzard.

". Snow Girl." Vika made this voice from the cracks in his mouth. It was an involuntary murmur when he was thinking deeply, and it was also the horror and disbelief of the folklore.

"The Soviet Union also has the legend of the snow girl? I always thought that this legend originated in Japan." American Adam said with trembling lips.He also noticed an abnormality, and everyone in the room noticed the chilling and frightening scene in the blizzard that even the fire could not dispel.

"They brought this blizzard, they must have brought it." Vika said in a low voice, despite the chills all over his body, he firmly grasped the shotgun in his hand, and behind him, Dusha also grabbed his The left wrist is full of fear.

"What do they want?" Adam seemed to have never seen such a battle before, his hands and feet were cold and weak, he tried his best to stick to the glass to see the appearance of those golden-eyed owners, but no matter how he went See, he, too, could only see the silhouette of a figure hiding in Blizzard.

Now in the blizzard outside, the temperature has reached an ultra-low temperature of minus 60°C in an instant, and the hot air exhaled will be frozen into ice slag in an instant. Even with the protection of the last leather jacket, any exposed skin will be frozen and bleed. If you don't pay attention, you will die from cardiogenic shock. Even throwing an iron plate on the ground at this temperature will shatter like glass.

However, these figures stand like statues, and the strong wind that can blow the coniferous forest can't shake their figures at all. They seem to have merged into the blizzard, or they are a part of this natural disaster. A dreadful factor that brings despair and destruction to the living.

But these figures have not come up 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 and not attacking, hunting but not hunting.But no one dared to doubt their danger, those bright yellow eyes, just staring at them for a few seconds, the bone-chilling cold and fear would burn into the brain nerves along the line of sight, every cell in the whole body It's all starting to frost.

"Did you know something from the beginning?" Vika suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Lieutenant Colonel Andre by the window.When he asks a question, he lowers his gaze as much as possible, and avoids staring at each other with a sense of 'questioning'. This is a smart choice.

The lieutenant colonel didn't answer Vika, but just stared at the golden pupils and figures outside the window, the left and right fists under the military uniform were quietly clenched and the veins burst, the back under the military uniform was straightened, and the lowered eyes were full of bayonets sharp.No fear at all, only solemnity and a little anger?
Suddenly, the huntress next to Vika turned around and left the window. Her movements were so fast that everyone couldn't help turning 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 cursed in a low voice and wanted to go up to stop him, he found that the huntress had rushed to the fire and half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out her hand and pulled out a hard bamboo arrow from the quiver behind her, and used the gauze and Old Aryan's torn clothes on the ground were thickly wrapped around the arrow point, and he carefully put the wrapped arrow point into the oil lamp in the wooden cabinet, and finally put it into the fire to ignite.

She turned around and walked quickly to the window of the wooden house. The KGB lieutenant colonel glanced at the flaming arrow in her hand, which was covered in animal fat, and said nothing. matter.

"If I say open the window, I will open the window." The huntress went to the window and held the tail feathers of the flaming long arrow with her left hand and put it on the wooden bow. The bow is a standard recurved wooden bow, created by the Chukchi people in Siberia, and it is a classic among classics. .

The wooden bow was lowered to the ground, the arrows were stringed, and the burning cloth-wrapped arrow tips dripped a little grease onto the floor to continue burning.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 figure in the depths of the coniferous forest.

Lift the wooden bow upwards, hold the burning arrow on the bowstring with your fingers, and use your arm muscles to guide the arrow feathers hooked by your fingers to pull back at a uniform speed. Every core muscle group of the well-proportioned and graceful torso is fully mobilized. , the left shoulder and the right shoulder are three points and one line. When the bow is fully raised, the huntress's body also turns from facing to the side facing the window. The right shoulder blade hidden under the thick leather jacket is drawn towards the spine, and the well-developed back Muscles tense, and the powerful strength on the wooden bow is stored but not released.

Both Vika and the lieutenant colonel took a second look at the huntress, not because they marveled at the posture that was so precise and perfect that they could participate in the Olympic archery competition, but because of the visible pull of the recurve wooden bow when it was lifted.The poundage of this bow may have reached the basic "combat bow", and it might be able to shoot the brown bear's head straight through with the bow at full strength.

"Open the window," said the huntress.

The American Adam hurriedly opened the lock of the window, and pushed the window open with all his strength. The roar of the snowstorm outside rose dozens of times in an instant, and the color of the entire wooden house was diluted a bit.

Everyone couldn't help but raised their right arms to block the wind and snow, but the huntress closest to the window remained motionless in the frosty wind, even though her eyebrows and hair were suddenly white and frosty, and the woman in the open posture The alignment and core engagement of her abs ensured she was rock solid before she shot.

Feeling the force of the wind, the huntress stared at the dark golden flames in the coniferous forest without blinking her eyes. She suddenly raised her hand and aimed at a strange angle obliquely above. !The flying flaming arrow shot straight at the sky on the left, twisted an almost 90° arc in the air, and finally landed steadily at the destination!

The burning arrow sank into the snow but was not extinguished. It was stably inserted in front of a pitch-black silhouette, not missing a single point.

The closest thing illuminated by the burning flames in the snowstorm was a tattered black robe tail. It was a black robe made of rags, with a black color deeper than the night of the snowstorm. Inside the black robe was a burly man. The figure, which is not human-like, is closer than two meters by visual inspection, even the tallest Lieutenant Colonel Andrei in the wooden house is not as good as it.

Going up, everyone's eyes fell on the face that the cloak could not hide from the firelight from bottom to top, so everyone was shocked, especially Adam, who stared at him immediately after the flaming arrow flew out. Blizzard pulled back the window, and the whole face was pressed against 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 healed after a severe burn. It is pale in color but has irregular lines of connective tissue. Those lines are like vines Wrapped around the entire face, when they converged to the mouth, they appeared in a spiral shape as if they were going deep into the hole.

It's like meeting a big tree with complicated bark when I was a child. On those twisted bark, one can always see one strange shape after another, such as a human face.Seeing the face of the thing under the black cloak, you will have the illusion that the face on the tree has come to life, and the golden light flowing from the dark golden pupils hanging on the face is its thick Resin, Juice.

"It's not a person." Although it was expected, when the real answer is revealed, it will still bring double shock and fear.The robber sister, Dusha, has already stepped back and sat down on the ground, trembling all over. The face under the black robe is really weird. Just looking at the will and the three views will get a violent impact, enough to make people lose all thoughts .

"I don't think this kind of thing is the legendary Snow Maiden, because no matter how strange a man's taste is, he won't ask for warmth like this kind of thing. But I don't doubt that they will ask for blood from lost people." The huntress put down the recurve wooden bow and her expression was ugly. She was very courageous. When she was young, she could go into the snow forest to find hibernating brown bears. When she grew up, she became more courageous, which was enough for her to dare Archery into the unknown.

"At least we now know what we are facing." Lieutenant Colonel Andre said.

"They regard us as prey?" Vika was also in a state of confusion at this time, not caring about his sister who was absent-minded on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "Will they attack us?"

"Why don't you ask them?" the lieutenant colonel said lightly.

"You..." Vika was stunned for a moment, thinking that the lieutenant colonel was mocking him, and when he was about to say something, his ears facing the glass trembled because he heard a strange hissing sound.

No, that's not hissing, it's 'someone' whispering.

It is they who whisper.

Vika turned his head and looked at the corner illuminated by the burning arrow outside the window with horror and disbelief. He couldn't help but took two steps forward, almost leaning against the glass and listening.

And then he actually heard the whispers, the whispers of bloodthirsty bats.

"found it"

"The two kids"

"Sins."

"A coveted pedigree."

"The teeth are itchy."

Vika suddenly raised his hand to cover his ears, and Adam beside him also moved like him. This man seems to be a Catholic. Terrified, and the terrified expressions turned to the two young figures on the kang in the depths of the wooden house.

"Is this group of demons coming after them?"

On the ground, the bandit sister suddenly turned her head and locked her eyes on the face of the smaller figure. The boy's face was so beautiful that it was pitifully incomparable to those devils outside the wooden house, but those pupils!

The little boy opened his eyes slightly at the right time, revealing the familiar but also trembling pale gold inside.

The color of those pupils was no different from those of the demons standing still in the blizzard, and even far surpassed their golden brilliance.

"The devil," said Tussa.

"Devil!" Dusha raised her voice sharply and piercingly. The hoarse voice made her scream like crying, "Devil! Devil!"

In the direction of her finger, the little boy quietly looked at her kneeling on the ground, and all the other people in the wooden house looking at him.

"Quiet," said the lieutenant colonel.However, this did not make the situation much better. Dusha pointed at the siblings on the kang and yelled like crazy. She stared at the boy's pupils. Isn't the absolutely recognizable pupil color the proof of the devil outside the house? ?Perhaps this pair of weird siblings escaped from the devil, they are members of the devil, and now the group of devils are going to take them back, and naturally they don't mind taking innocent people like them to death in the process. Drag to hell together!
"Tell her to be quiet, or I will help her to be quiet." Lieutenant Colonel Andre turned his head to look at Vika's indifferent order.

Vika trembled all over, gritted her teeth and walked quickly to help her younger sister on the ground, then whispered something in her ear. The excited Dusha was still murmuring, but her voice was effectively muffled. , I don't know what Vika said to her.

"They don't seem to want to come in." Compared to the gaffes of the robber brothers and sisters, the huntress seemed more calm. She stood in front of the window and observed the burly or thin figures.

"Is it because you don't want to attack or can't attack?" the lieutenant colonel said lightly.

The huntress stared blankly at the lieutenant colonel, "What do you mean?"

She guessed that Lieutenant Colonel Andre knew a lot. From what the other party said before, he went to the extreme north for the so-called "confidential information". Are these terrifying monsters outside the house related to his secret?

"Will they abide by the 'six commandments of the devil'?" American Adam suddenly said tremblingly.

"The six commandments of the devil?" The huntress looked back at Adam. This guy who claimed to be a traveler seemed to have a lot of knowledge hidden in his stomach, just like the sudden mention that "Yue Maiden" came from Japanese mythology.

"Hiding the world (do not reveal your true face), dominion (the owner of the territory has supreme power), descendants (creating new devils requires permission), responsibility (the sins of the ethnic group should be borne by oneself), guest honor (come to the new The territory of the host is not invited by the master and cannot be invaded without permission), killing relatives (harming the same kind is strictly prohibited)." Adam whispered.

"Why do your precepts sound so familiar to me?" The huntress was taken aback for a moment, and after a while she suddenly said, "The vampire novel written by LJ Smith."

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

"It was only published this year, and the Moscow bookstore sold it again. It was very popular in the novel circle before." The huntress said a few words and then turned a blind eye to Adam.

The former is speechless, and the latter is embarrassing. After all, it is really irresponsible to be caught citing the plot of a fictional novel to break the situation when it is serious.

"But they really don't seem to want to attack." Adam coughed twice, "They seem to be waiting for something?"

"It's not always about waiting for us to open the door and give them what they want," Lt. Col. Andre said.

The huntress paused for this sentence, Adam stopped talking, and the expressions of the robber brothers and sisters behind him were strange.The temperature of the entire wooden house dropped a bit, and many people swallowed saliva lightly in their throats.

On the heated kang, the little girl raised her head slightly, looking at these adults with strange faces and different thoughts, her eyes were clear and calm.

She could hear all the arguments, but said nothing.With no excuses or pitiful pleas, no one knew what the young girl was thinking, and they watched her from afar as if they were sizing up some potential monster.

Will she get violent and hurt people?Vika gripped the shotgun tightly, his eyes flickering.

"No, we can't trade human lives with the devil."

Adam was actually the first to veto this proposal. He even felt guilty for having this idea, and immediately made a prayer gesture of crossing his chest.

"I didn't expect you to be a devout believer." The huntress took a look at his movements and said.

"I think normal people would ask some god to write a letter temporarily under such circumstances?" Adam said with a wry smile, "Do you Soviet people believe in God?"

"There is the Orthodox Church, but not many people believe in it. We believe in Marxism-Leninism. Stalin banned the faith before." The huntress shook her head.

"Who of you know their origins? How can you guarantee that these two people didn't belong there from the beginning?" Vika spoke in a low and dry voice. He stood with his sister and looked at the hesitant man 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 head broken? Or is it devoid of humanity? Dogs can't change eating shit?"

"You heard what the devils were saying," Vikka hissed.

"Of course I heard." The huntress glanced vaguely at the little girl on the kang who had been silently looking at them, "So what?"

"Eyes! His eyes! He has devil's eyes!" sister Dusha couldn't help screaming again, "You want to cover him! He should be thrown out and eaten by the devil! The two of them They're not human! You let them in! Throw them out with that old thing and we might be saved!"

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

A shot rang out.

It was not Vika who fired the shot, but Lieutenant Colonel Andrei. The muzzle smoked, and a pit appeared on the roof, and sawdust and the wind and snow accumulated in the corners of the roof fell.

"We don't trade human lives for situations." The lieutenant colonel slowly lowered his arms, glanced coldly at the robber brothers and sisters, then looked at the younger siblings on the kang and said indifferently, "We will be stationed tonight, and two groups will take turns to watch the night ...they have no intention of attacking, and we don't have to mess around until the blizzard is...over!"

(End of this chapter)