Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 346: Thousands of Miles of Ice and Snow

Amid the vast heaven and earth, the tangled ice and snow look like snow-white silk under the cover of a god.

In the endless expanse of white, the only sound is the rise and fall of the Arctic Ocean and the sound of it hitting the rocks on the shore.

You Su hid beside the reef and stopped to look at the sea that merged into the same color as the sky and the earth.

It was too cold and monotonous here, You Su even felt that his consciousness was as slow as a snail. He had been awake for a while, but he was still numb like a snowman.

The tide of consciousness slowly flowed through his mind, and he finally remembered that frenzied night. You Su looked at the world around him, feeling as if he were in another world.

The cold wind was howling, and his clothes were already soaked, which made him feel more deeply what it felt like to be freezing cold. The tearing pain was like tiny needles drilling into his bone marrow.

He shivered several times and subconsciously wrapped himself tightly.

Fortunately, he did not feel very weak, otherwise You Su didn't think he could survive in this snow and ice.

According to the intensity of the battle that night, he would be paralyzed for at least a long time after being extremely overdrawn, but when he woke up now, he at least had basic mobility.

Perhaps he had been lying in the belly of the giant whale for so long that his body was almost healing itself.

The last time he saw his consciousness before he passed out, he only knew that he was sucked into a gluttonous mouth. This long journey in the whale's belly was warm, so when he was awakened by the bone-chilling cold, the huge gap made him feel like he might as well die.

But he persisted.

He struggled to move forward in the snow, sinking into the thick snow with every step he took. He found a reef leeward, but after only a few steps he leaned against it, panting, and the mist he exhaled seemed like his ethereal fate.

He tried to light a fire by pinching his fingers, but the flames from his fingertips only flickered for a moment before extinguishing.

The art of magic requires communication with the corresponding mysterious energy between heaven and earth. It is simply impossible for him to create fire out of thin air in this sky full of ice and snow, just as no matter how powerful a magician is, it is impossible for him to summon fire in the bottom of the sea.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and had two fire-burning talismans in his Qiankun bag. The fire-burning talisman was the cheapest and most common talisman, but at this moment it was the most life-saving straw for You Su.

The talisman had already stored the mysterious Qi of fire attribute, and it began to burn lightly. You Su quickly used his body to protect this hope that had finally risen.

He took out some dry clothes from his Qiankun bag to serve as firewood to help the fire.

He endured the cold and took off his wet clothes first, which would only absorb more heat from his body. It was not until he put on his warm clothes while shivering that he felt truly alive.

But when my body warmed up, I realized that my stomach had become so flat that it was almost sticking to my spine.

He took out some food and water from his bag. His lips were already cracked and peeling. He ate the precious food in small bites, as if he was afraid that he would finish it if he wasn't careful. The ice water and hard food cut his throat. As he swallowed, he felt his nose sore and an unspeakable sadness surged in his heart.

He was not afraid of the path he had chosen, he was just worried that his choice would bring about earth-shaking changes to those he cherished.

Master's Wife, Senior Sister, Junior Sister, and Xueruo...

Those beautiful days have passed away irrevocably...

But it will never be gone forever.

You Su clenched his fists and thought firmly.

If possible, he hoped that his master's wife could stay in the Lotus Pond to recuperate, that his senior sister could continue to live her ordinary life, that his junior sister could successfully break through the water condensation, and that Xueruo could shoulder the burden of the snake clan. He also hoped that they could all wait for his return calmly.

You Su took a deep breath, and the cold air instantly filled his chest.

There is no point in feeling sad about the passing of past years in such an extremely cold winter. What he needs to do now is to find a way to leave the snowfield before he is completely swallowed up by the ice and snow.

Although he didn't know where this place was and whether there was any point in moving forward, he knew that if he stayed stagnant he would find no way out.

The overwhelming white snow makes it easy for people to lose their way and even themselves. Fortunately, You Su kept the sunglasses given to him by Qianhua Master well, which made this pure white world no longer so dazzling.

The cold wind wrapped in snow as big as salt grains was howling, as if they came from the same gap in the sky.

In order to keep out the cold and wind, You Su put on almost all the clothes in his bag. He looked at the direction indicated by the compass and boldly guessed that he was in Beiaozhou, with the sea behind him, so he would have a greater chance of survival if he went south.

Fortunately, we are still in the Five Continents and have not fallen into the lair of the evil god...

You Su thought to himself to comfort himself, and then walked alone towards the south.

……

"Chief, how far do we have to go?" the little girl asked timidly.

The girl was wearing a thick coat made of animal fur, with a wide hat brim that almost covered her face, and the cold wind blew her bangs into a mess. She was about twelve or thirteen years old, but she was cute and lovely.

The person she called the clan leader was an old man wrapped in a black cloak, with unmelted white snow piled up in the wrinkles on his face. He walked forward in the snow with a hunched back, supporting himself with a wooden crutch, making one suspect that the howling wind would blow the old man away at any time.

"Very far." the old man replied.

"Oh……"

The girl nodded and immediately followed the tribe leader's steps, with a cheerful pace.

She didn't know how long it would take, she only knew that this was a long journey to prove her abilities.

Only after walking through this snowy field, she was recognized as a child by the wind and snow, and had the qualifications to leave the tribe and go hunting.

She had been looking forward to this journey for a long time. The food in the land of ice and snow was scarce, and she rarely felt the happy feeling of having a full stomach, but at least she would not be hungry. Since her father's foot was bitten off by a snow wolf, she and her mother often went hungry.

She wanted to do something for this family, but the only people who could go out hunting were men and boys who were about to become men.

Men are strong and only men can save their lives in the wind and snow; women should only stay in the ice house, lighting a fire and waiting for their husbands to return with food.

She felt that this shouldn't be the case, so she worked hard and finally at the age of thirteen persuaded the chief of the tribe to send her into the desolate snowfield.

She will prove to her mother and the tribesmen that girls can survive in the wind and snow.

"After walking so far, will we forget the way home?" She was just a little girl after all, and she was still a little nervous.

"Those who survive won't." The patriarch shook his head.

"Can a dead person do that?" The girl didn't react at first.

"You die because you forget, not because you die that you forget." The old man patiently explained to the girl, but his voice was as sharp as heavy snow.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and looked back quietly, but she could only see the vast expanse of white snow. It turned out that she had walked so far without realizing it that she could not even see the tribe.

She felt very brave, but she was also timid, so she quickly recalled the way she had come, fearing that she would forget it. After walking for a long time, the girl suddenly discovered a problem.

"Chief, are we not there yet?" the girl asked, "Why are you still accompanying me? Don't I need to catch the prey and bring it back myself?"

The old man's steps did not stop, they were shaky yet exceptionally steady.

"We'll be there soon. From now on, you'll be walking alone."

"Oh……"

The girl nodded. There were unknown adventures and challenges hidden at the end of the snowfield. She imagined herself returning home with a full load in the snow, and a sense of joy surged in her heart. Her slender fingers clenched tightly in her thick coat, as if this could bring her a sense of security.

Just then, the old man suddenly stopped.

The girl following behind was cheering herself up in her heart and accidentally bumped into the old man's back.

She poked her head out from behind the old man in confusion, but was also surprised.

She saw a deer.

She had never seen such a big snow deer. It was bigger than the biggest snow bear she had ever seen. It was elegant and strong. Its hair was covered with a thick layer of white fluff, like a gorgeous winter coat, shimmering with a slight luster. The most eye-catching part of the snow deer was its horns, which were broad and elegant, like two huge leaves, stretching towards the sky. The surface of the horns was covered with fine snowflakes, shimmering with light.
If she could bring this deer home, it would keep her and her parents well fed for a long time.

She rubbed her hands excitedly. She had never gone out hunting, but she was well versed in the skills of the men in the tribe.

She took out her father's longbow from behind her back and quietly pulled the bowstring.

"Little deer, little deer, although you and I have the same name, I can only take you home..." The girl apologized to the snow deer in her heart.

But she did not shoot the arrow, because she was surprised to find that the deer had no intention of running away.

But it clearly noticed her, and even its pair of eyes with a faint blue glow were looking at her.

Why doesn't it run?
While she hesitated, the old man held the bow in her hand.

The girl didn't understand, but she didn't put away her longbow:
"Chief, why is it not afraid of us?"

"We should be the ones who are afraid of it." The old man said mysteriously.

The girl frowned, feeling something was strange.

The old man suddenly raised his head, and his withered eyes looked towards the snow-capped mountains not far away.

The snow-capped mountains are beautiful, with continuous mountain ranges, like a holy goddess lying horizontally.

"Little deer, do you see that mountain?" the old man called out the girl's name.

The girl's eyesight was much better than that of an old man. She nodded heavily: "I see it."

"You will walk the rest of the way by yourself, your destination is that mountain. If you can bring back the snow mulberry grass from the top of the mountain, you will be able to go in and out of the snowfield independently in the future." The old man spoke to himself.

Xiaolu nodded blankly, and felt that something was wrong with the chief. She clearly remembered that it was the chief who taught her when she was a child that it was polite to look at the other person when speaking.

But he just said these words to himself, so why didn't he ever look at himself?
"Chief, please go back. I will bring back some snow mulberry grass. If I'm lucky, I can even bring back a snow rabbit. You must come to my house to drink soup when the time comes."

The little deer waved her hand and started walking. It was hard to imagine that such a young girl dared to enter the pale snowfield alone.

But she had to do it. She wanted to go into the snowfield so badly not because she thought she could definitely come back, but because even if she didn't come back, it would be a good thing for her parents.

After walking a few steps, the deer suddenly heard the old man calling.

She looked back blankly, only to see that the chief had caught up with her for some reason. His face was twisted and his bitter look made the deer's heart tremble.

"Little deer, let's turn back..." There was actually a hint of pleading in the old man's voice.

The little deer was slightly startled, but suddenly smiled: "Chief, it's okay. Some people who enter the snowfield die, and some live. This is normal."

The girl was not flawless, for example, there were two reddish-brown patches of chilblains on her cheeks. But it was this rough and rosy face that made her look as beautiful as a flower growing out of the snow.

The old man's mouth trembled. The girl asked so many questions along the way, which meant that she had already noticed something was wrong.

But the girl didn't point it out, instead she pretended to be ignorant and willing to be deceived. The last impossible invitation made the old man completely lose his defense.

"This isn't normal! There's a great god living on that mountain. You can exchange food for sacrifices... If you go there, you won't be able to come back!"

The old man seemed to be thinking of the offerings he had personally brought here in exchange for food. Regardless of whether he wanted to do so or not, the guilt of pushing his own people into the abyss with his own hands still eroded him every night.

"I heard secretly that my mother is pregnant with a child. The witch said it's a boy. I thought my mother would not be hungry if I died, but I didn't expect that my death can make her full. Then I have to go!"

The girl forced herself to smile, but still chose to accept her fate. She looked at the sturdy snow deer beside her and realized why it would not run away, because it was the trophy she had exchanged from the great god.

The old man seemed to lose all his strength after hearing this and fell to his knees.

Without the consent of Xiaolu's parents, how could he bring a thirteen-year-old child here? They didn't believe that a thirteen-year-old girl could come back alive from the snowfield. Since they were going to die anyway, it would be better to die with more value.

But the little deer was too sensible, so sensible that he couldn't bear it. He could watch a confused person fall from the top of the mountain, but he couldn't watch a sober person fall into the abyss.

"Chief, take the fawn back!"

The little deer patted the docile snow deer, waved at the chief with a smile, and did not turn back no matter how the chief called her name.

She looked at the snow-capped mountains and her mood became calmer and calmer.

But suddenly, her pupils shrank into small sizes!

I saw large flakes of snow on the snow-capped peaks falling down, like a duck egg peeling its eggshell!

The vibration from the soles of my feet became stronger and stronger, and the snow dust in the sky rolled in like a tidal wave!

"It's an avalanche! Come back, little deer!"

The old man staggered over and wanted to take the frightened girl home.

The little deer just shook his head, staring at the shattered black shadow on the top of the snowy peak and said:

"No...it's not an avalanche, it's our god who died..."

(End of this chapter)