An invincible journey starting from a different race

"So someone needs to stay." Bruce crossed his arms, cautiously glanced at the very sad Snow Bear Mother from the corner of his eye, and coughed lightly twice. "In that case, why don't I do it..."

"Let me stay!" Gan Qiu suddenly volunteered, interrupting Bruce and speaking in a tone full of righteousness. "If I don't go to hell at this time, who will? You all go forward with confidence. I'll help you deal with these penguin girls... uh, I mean, take care of them."

228, please protect the cows!

In the end, the group heading into the depths of the snowfields consisted of Aesop, Stank, Bruce, Amanda, Shirley, a yak girl named Maggie, and Klim, who was immune to any curse. Ganqiu stayed behind to care for the four penguin girls and the snow rabbit girl and snow bear girl, who had reverted to their frozen cursed state.

After setting off, Bruce kept sighing and looking depressed.

Stank glanced at him sideways and asked, "Why do you always sigh?"

Bruce said, "I didn't sigh," and then sighed heavily.

Stank couldn't help but say, "Don't you just want to stay here in Ganqiu's place and have some sweet time with that Snow Bear girl?"

"You, don't sully Xiong's innocence!"

"What are you saying about your innocence?" Stank said angrily. "You and Ganqiu are about to hit me in the face with your calculations. Ganqiu is after the four penguin girls, and you're after the snow bear girl. But what's the point of you staying? The snow bear girl only has half an hour at most before she's frozen again. What can you do in that half hour?"

Bruce was silent for a while, then said, "I can do it many times..."

Stank was shocked: "You f---"

"No, you misunderstood." Bruce waved his hand and said, "Although I do like that Snow Bear lady, you know, she is just like Miss Bingbing, she is practically grown on my XP. But I won't stay just for this, I just feel..."

"What do you think?"

Bruce hung his head. "I think it's dangerous to follow them out. I'm a little scared when I see how they look after being cursed. I don't want to end up like that."

Stank was even more surprised. He looked Bruce up and down, then said, "I can't believe you're afraid of this. Haven't you always been the bravest among us? Before, you were able to challenge a whole room of low-level nightmares by yourself. Why are you so timid now?"

Bruce's mouth twitched slightly. "I have a feeling you're not complimenting me... but it's all right. I'm certainly quite courageous, but how should I put it? That depends on whether I'm facing something I can see and touch."

As Bruce spoke, he raised his right hand and made a bowl-holding gesture, his fingertips gently swaying.

"That's right, if you can see and touch it, there's nothing to be afraid of. But what about the things you can't see or touch? If the wind blows, they'll change into that shape. It's just terrifying, okay? There's absolutely no power to resist."

Stank understood: "So that's how it is."

Indeed, it is normal for even the bravest warrior to feel fear when faced with an existence that he cannot resist or understand.

Thinking of this, Stank felt a little guilty, so he turned to look at Shirley and asked, "Ms. Shirley, what does the demon wind look like?"

Shirley was about to speak when she suddenly felt a chill around her. Thinking that a strong wind was coming, her face suddenly changed drastically. She didn't even dare to speak. Almost subconsciously, she dived into the snow pile beside her, leaving only her butt shaking gently towards everyone, and trembling slightly because of excessive fear.

Seeing this scene, the men present exchanged glances.

At this moment, they suddenly no longer felt afraid, nor were they confused about the way forward. Their fear and cowardice were swept away, and all that remained was passion, a passion that could not be extinguished even in such severe cold...but this passion was in their noses.

They all gave Aesop a thumbs up, and thought to themselves... Good guy, you have better vision.

Shirley shivered in the snow for a long time. After realizing it wasn't a demonic wind, she tremblingly pulled her upper body out of the snow and forced a smile at the men behind her. "Sorry, I was so scared. You asked me to lead the way, but I... Don't worry, it won't happen again."

The men subconsciously rubbed their noses, and then said magnanimously: "It's okay, we understand, it doesn't matter if you come a few more times."

After hearing everyone say this, Shirley was even more moved. She thought that these outsiders were really kind and that she couldn't be so cowardly anymore.

So, after calming herself down for a while and managing to adjust her mood, Shirley said to everyone, "This demonic wind... I don't know how to describe it. It's different from the ordinary cold wind in the snow. When it blows, you can hear... a wailing sound in the wind, like countless people screaming. It's very recognizable."

Stank stroked his chin and said, "That does sound quite weird."

Bruce shuddered again and said, "I hope we don't meet too soon."

"The sooner we encounter them, the sooner we can come up with a countermeasure." Aesop seemed quite indifferent, and then asked Shirley, "Where should we go next? Is there no one in the deep snowfield?"

Shirley shook her head and said, "Of course not. The depths of the snowfield also have their own ecosystem, and there are communities of snowfield descendants. It's just not open to outsiders... Well, it's not that it's not open to outsiders. There has never been such a rule. It's just that basically no one can go there."

Really? I hope there's someone else inside.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't really want to take a walk in the middle of nowhere. That would be too...

"Is there a nightmare shop there?" Aesop asked.

Everyone: "..."

Damn, I’m still thinking about the Dream Shop at this time. I really haven’t forgotten my original intention at all.

Shirley was also a little confused by Aesop's question. After a long pause, she stammered, "No, there is no dedicated dream shop, but there are some dream girls scattered around."

Aesop said, "Oh," and said, "So you're a self-employed person."

What does self-employed mean?

Shirley didn't quite understand and thought that this was probably the perception of outsiders. She didn't know why these people who came to save the snowfield (in her opinion) would pay attention to the Dream Girl in their spare time. Perhaps this also meant that they were quite comfortable with the situation here... right?

Shirley could only comfort herself this way. She said to the others, "But I've been in a coma for six months. Has my condition worsened in the past six months? Well, it definitely has, but I'm not sure to what extent. So I don't know what the situation is like on Shenggu Street now. I hope nothing will happen."

Shenggu Street should be the settlement of the snowfield descendants deep in the snowfield that Shirley mentioned. Why hadn't they heard of it before they came?

Several people glanced at Maggie. The most tolerant yak lady scratched her head a little embarrassedly and said awkwardly, "Sorry, we usually just walk around the outside and never go in that deep."

Damn, the Yak Lady Team that I spent a lot of money to hire turned out to be made up of amateurs.

Right now, several people really wanted to turn around and grab Gan Qiu's neck to ask him if this guy made the decision just by looking at the "black silk stockings", and nothing else mattered at all?

Crazy, human life is at stake! Is black silk the only thing that matters?

But that's not the key point. The more important point is...this isn't real black stockings! Can a body of black hair be called real black stockings?!

If it's real black stockings... then it's pretty good.

But, since we'd already found it, there was no point complaining now. We could only take it with us as an emergency food. Maggie had previously assured us that she had plenty of milk and could easily feed six babies, so everyone chose her.

"Anyway, let's go to the place called Shenggu Street first." Aesop made a decision.

So, under Shirley's guidance, the group walked for about half a day before finally arriving at a place called Shenggu Street in a canyon just before the sun set.

The good news is that they didn't encounter any evil winds along the way, so the journey was relatively smooth.

The bad news was that after six months of devastation, this place called Shenggu Street had become incredibly desolate. From a distance, it looked like a dead street. Even once inside, there was no sign of anyone still living there.

"Was it like this here... half a year ago?" Stank asked Shirley.

Shirley's eyes were filled with worry. She shook her head and whispered, "No. Half a year ago, although the evil wind had been coming for a while, most people could just hide back home when the evil wind came. So although this place wasn't as lively as before, it wasn't as desolate as it was."

But Lim couldn't help but shudder: "No, there are no survivors..."

Everyone was shocked by his words, except Aesop and Bruce. Aesop had nothing to be afraid of, while Bruce twitched his nose and said, "No, there are still people living here. I can smell them."

"Isn't that the smell of a corpse?"

"Of course not. Are you f*cking looking down on me?" Bruce said with a bit of pride. "Don't forget, I'm a dog. Dogs have the best noses."

Hmm... one can feel that Bruce is very proud, but everyone doesn't quite understand what he is proud of. Is the identity of a dog-beastman really noble?

Now that he could smell the scent of living people, Bruce was not so afraid anymore. He led everyone forward directly, just like a navigation dog.

After walking for about five or six minutes, he brought everyone to a tavern with its door tightly closed.

"Look, there's someone in here." Bruce said, pointing to the door of the tavern.

Stank looked at the closed door and said, "It's not even night yet, why is the door closed so tightly?"

He stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, without looking at the door, the window next to it opened, and everyone was met with a pair of vigilant eyes.

"Who are you..." The man didn't even finish his question when he saw Shirley standing next to them. His eyes widened. "Xue, Shirley?"

Before Shirley could say anything, the man screamed and slammed the window shut, and then everyone heard his hysterical shouts coming from the tavern.

"Oh! Shirley! Oh! Shirley!"

"Shirley's back too! Come on, everyone, get up!"

"Hurry up and protect the cows, hurry up and protect your own cows!"

229 was squeezed for three days and three nights

Protect cattle? What cattle should we protect?

Listening to the "crackling" sounds coming from the tavern, people outside could guess what was going on inside without even looking. The sound of tables being overturned, chairs being trampled and broken, and wine glasses smashing on the ground all showed how terrified and panicked the people inside were.

"What's going on?" Stank looked at Shirley in confusion. "That person just now... seemed to know you. Did you do something horrible?"

Shirley was also completely bewildered. "I don't know. I didn't even see who that person was just now. Besides, I've been frozen for over half a year. I really don't know what happened."

Bruce said, "I think their shouting is pretty creepy. They even said they want to protect Niu Niu... Why do they want to protect Niu Niu? Who is Niu Niu?"

Shirley looked a little uneasy. She whispered, "Niuniu is the dialect here. It doesn't refer to a person, but... a part of the body, um, male."

At first, several people didn't figure out which part needed to be referred to as "Niu Niu", but when Shirley specifically added that it was a male, they realized something, and then subconsciously looked down at themselves. Combined with the heart-wrenching roars of those people just now, several people understood something, so they subconsciously closed their legs and looked at Shirley with fear in their eyes.

"Good man, you're still a small-head destroyer?!"

"...No! What a weird name!" Shirley blushed, and she wanted to find another snowdrift to crawl into. But she knew she couldn't escape now, so she shook her fists and argued vigorously, "I don't have such a weird habit, okay!"

But no matter how she defended herself, her words sounded a little pale, so Shirley ran to the door of the tavern and knocked heavily on the tightly closed door.

"Open the door! What's wrong with you?! I'm Shirley. Where's Horn? Where's Yoshizawa? I just heard your voices. Stop playing dead and open the door for me!"

The person Shirley named, a man named Horn, said in a pleading tone in the tavern: "I know it's you, Shirley, I just saw you. Please, let me go, I really don't have a drop left!"

"What the hell are you talking about!" Shirley was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. "That was you just now! Since you already saw me, you refused to open the door?! What about our friendship?! Huh?! Say something!"

Horn said, "I don't want to open the door because I don't want our friendship to sour! Shirley, please, rest in peace as soon as possible! Don't take me away just because we grew up together. Isn't Yoshizawa already taken away? Go and squeeze him, okay? I think he still has some... oil in his body."

"What the hell are you talking about!" Shirley was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

Seeing that Shirley couldn't knock the door open, Aesop walked up to it himself and casually used a magic spell, and the door lock opened with a "click".

Then, an angry Shirley kicked the door open, allowing everyone to see the various descendants of the Snowfield who were hiding in the dark tavern.

The moment these descendants of the snowfields saw Shirley, they all let out wails that were even more terrifying than before.

It took Aesop and the others a lot of effort to finally calm these people down, and they also learned that Aesop and the others were from the Snow Plain.

This wasn't difficult to determine, as there were no humans living in this area. Therefore, Aesop and Stank, two such obvious humans, had the word "outsider" etched on their foreheads. It was just that they were so frightened that they ignored this obvious message.

Of course, they are still very scared now, and their fear is still focused on Shirley.

Shirley crossed her arms and looked angrily at Horn in front of her. Horn was a snow rabbit... boy, and also Shirley's childhood sweetheart. He was sitting in front of Shirley with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Ah, Shirley." Horne managed to speak, stammering, "Look, it's really, really good to see that you're okay. I'm so, so happy."

Shirley only chuckled in response, but she wasn't too angry. After all, Horn wasn't the same now. After not seeing him for six months, Horn was no longer the fat rabbit Shirley remembered. He was now as thin as a rib, as if his entire body had been hollowed out.

"What the hell is going on!" Shirley suppressed her unhappiness and asked Horn, "Why are you so scared of me? And why did you just say I would hurt your cows... ahem, that thing."

Seeing Shirley asking the question, Horn subconsciously looked around, trying to find someone to help him answer. Unfortunately, none of his compatriots in the tavern dared to stand up, and they all cast sympathetic glances at him.

"Snapped"!

Shirley slammed her palm down on the table, frightening Horn so much that he shuddered. "Tell me now! My patience has its limits!"

Seeing this, Horn swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat and said helplessly: "Well, it seems that you really don't know, and you really... haven't turned into that thing."

"What kind of thing?" Shirley frowned tightly and said rudely, "Tell me the truth now, don't be so slow, or I'll chop you!"

Horn felt relieved when Shirley said she was going to cut him. After all, he was more afraid of Shirley saying she was going to have sex with him...

"This... is probably something that happened a few months after you left, oh no, disappeared," Horn said. "The demonic wind... has changed."

"The demonic wind has changed?"

"Yes, the evil wind before, what you could hear in the wind was... wailing, right?"

Shirley nodded.

"But then, it wasn't a wailing sound anymore, it was..." Horn licked his lips and said, "a very joyful sound. You should know what sound I'm talking about...at least the gentlemen behind you should know."

Shirley subconsciously turned around and saw Stank and Bruce exchanging glances, both of them looking at each other as if to say, "So that's the kind of voice." So, she, who didn't understand at first, finally understood.

"How could this happen?" Shirley said, "That's too weird, isn't it?"

"Haha, if only it were just like that." Horn said with a wry smile, "The sound brought by the evil wind has changed, and the curse it brings... has also changed."

"...What changes?" Shirley really didn't expect that so many changes had happened during the six months she was frozen in ice. She could even hear the fear in the words of her childhood friends. You know, Horn was the kind of rabbit who was fearless since he was a child. Even when the evil wind first came, he was the bravest and least fearless. He had always been responsible for finding food outside, but now he became like this. Shirley really wanted to know, but didn't dare to know, what exactly Horn had encountered.

Horn didn't speak immediately. He paused for a moment before whispering, "Strange things emerged from the evil wind. Those frozen creatures... are back again."