Condes Mountains
"They have no time to deal with us now, Boss, let's go out with them." Joseph stood up and held Ye Shan in his arms, but because of the injury on his back, he was obviously hunched over.
Dasong helped Ye Shan over and said, "Don't be so stubborn. This way it will be faster."
He and Ding Can each held on from both sides, and rocks kept falling from above their heads, hitting them and causing pain.
Ding Can coughed out some dust that had drifted into his nose. "Is this an earthquake?"
Dasong fanned the air in front of his face. "Maybe someone's dropping bombs from outside, or worse, we're caught in an avalanche."
"Stop talking such a bad mouth." Ye Shan was still in the mood to argue with him.
They were now walking towards the cave exit and could see Aye and his group fleeing from a distance.
There was another violent shaking, and Ding Can staggered. Before he could stand still, he saw a stone slab falling from the mountain wall more than ten meters away.
She stopped moving forward instantly and saw that since the broken board, the cave could not bear the weight and collapsed in both directions.
One side was heading towards Aye, while the other side was moving straight towards them.
In the face of nature, human beings are always small and powerless.
No matter how quick your reaction is, it will be futile in this situation.
The ground collapsed with a devastating force, and rocks came crashing down on them. In less than a second, they were all crushed.
Ding Can couldn't remember how long it had been before he woke up from a headache, and then felt pain in his right arm, where a stone was pressing on the joint.
She tried to move, but felt nothing but extreme pain.
He was trapped in a small space formed by several stones, and barely avoided any vital injuries.
"Dasong?"
A lot of dust floated into my mouth and nose, making it extremely dry. My throat felt extremely painful when I swallowed my saliva.
She tried calling out a few times, but no one responded.
Was he knocked unconscious like her, or...
Ding Can didn't dare to think about it anymore. He calmed his breathing, remained silent, and listened carefully to the sounds around him.
The cave collapse had completely stopped at some point, and all she could see were broken stones, which mostly blocked her vision. Through the gaps between the stacked stones, she could vaguely see dust.
Now everything is silent, with the exception of a few faint breathing sounds.
No matter who it is, someone must be still alive!
She pulled herself together and tilted her head again. She felt a stinging sensation on her face from the rubbing of rough stones. Then she noticed the whistle, which was half buried in the dust on the ground in front of her.
Maybe it fell out of his clothes when he fell.
In this situation, the whistle appeared before her like a kind of hope.
Perhaps the system props could rescue her from here, but she didn't want to let others die here.
Just as Myron had said before, she also didn't want her good friend to be buried deep under the dark snow-capped mountains, turning into a cold and stiff corpse, buried in ice like a specimen all year round.
Ding Can stretched out his hand as hard as he could and touched the whistle.
After wiping off the dust on it with her fingertips, she slowly placed the whistle between her lips.
A long whistle sounded from the collapsed cave. It was not blocked by the rubble and spread far and wide.
It seemed to come from underground, out of the snow-capped mountains, and headed in an unpredictable direction.
But there was no response.
Just when Ding Can was wondering whether the mountain god would come, she heard a faint sound of wind beside her ears.
At first, I could only hear it, and then the sand and small stones on the ground began to roll, and the ground beneath me could feel the vibration again.
My body felt lighter, and the stone that was pressing on my arm floated up into the air.
Then all the fallen rocks in the cave flew into the air, revealing several figures that were trapped underneath.
Before I could identify their physical condition, everything went dark again.
When he regained consciousness, Ding Can found that he had left the underground and was on a snow slope. Around him were scattered figures of other people, all still in a coma.
Her vision suddenly brightened, and she took some time to adjust to the light on the surface. The wind and snow whistled in her face again.
Amidst the snow, she noticed a silhouette in the distance.
Wearing a black robe, the biting cold wind blew the corners of his clothes up, but the man remained motionless, as if looking in the direction of the mountain top.
Is this the mountain god? Ding Can raised his upper body and wanted to walk over to get a better look.
The sound of clothes on the snow attracted the attention of the visitor. He turned around and looked towards Ding Can's position.
The knife he was holding was revealed, and the scabbard was inlaid with several black stones. Ding Can frowned, feeling as if he had seen this dagger somewhere before.
Is it on the ice statue in the town? She couldn't help but wonder.
I was still sitting on the ground, and when I looked up, I could just see half of the mountain god's face under his hood.
The two looked at each other, and unexpectedly, before she could say anything, the other party spoke first.
"Why is it you!"
The man's voice entered her ears, evoking some memories of Ding Can. She was startled and remembered this man.
Isn’t this the ghost messenger Ji Qu that we saw in the first copy?
But he should clearly be an NPC, existing only in the copy in the buffer zone, so how could he appear here?
Ji Qu's figure disappeared from the spot, and suddenly appeared in front of her again. She shrank her head back in shock.
"Why are you here?"
He should have asked this question himself first. Ding Can pursed his lips and said, "This matter is a bit complicated, and I can't finish it in a moment. Can you tell me why the whistle summoned you here? And more than ten years ago, were you the one who saved Myron from the avalanche?"
Ji Qu was silent for a moment before he spoke: "I brought this whistle here."
Apart from handling the affairs of the underworld, the thing he did most on a daily basis was to travel between the two worlds. Gradually, he found that he would occasionally hear people praying before they died.
During his lifetime, he was a young general with a murderous aura. As he walked along, he had killed countless souls under the dagger he was carrying. Even he could not convince himself that he was a good person.
But when he heard the sad prayers of humans for the first time, Ji Qu's mood changed.
He had never thought that someone would actually ask for help from him. Isn't it just like praying to God?
Initially, he was just curious whether something went wrong or someone did it on purpose, so he went to the location where the voice came from and saved a group of people who were on the verge of death.
It seems that this experience is not bad.
From then on, whenever he heard about it, he would do his best to help those humans.
More than a hundred years ago, Ji Qu also heard the cries from the Kandas Mountains. After coming here, he rescued the humans trapped on the snow-capped mountains.
At that time, the former forest ranger was among the crowd.
He had only a brief exchange with the ranger, but they had a very pleasant conversation. In the end, they agreed to leave a whistle as a signal and blow it when help was needed.
He would come immediately as long as there was no other delay.
This whistle was passed down through several generations and was kept by each forest ranger. Over time, its origin was gradually forgotten through word of mouth.
But its usefulness is always remembered and becomes the hope of life.
Ding Can took the whistle in his hand and only then realized that the strange patterns on it were indeed somewhat similar to the patterns on the dagger worn by Ji Qu.
"Now that I have explained what happened before, it's your turn." Even if Ji Qu did not understand the key points, he already knew that the human world where he served as a ghost messenger and this snowy mountain did not belong to the same world.
Similar to the difference between the underworld and the human world, the Kandals Mountains are also unique.
His appearance here is a special case that has happened a long time ago.
So how did Ding Can, as a human being, get here?
Ding Can didn't expect that Ji Qu, who was very taciturn when they met last time, could actually share so many stories with him. He was actually very different from the cold-faced devil described by those people before.
She exhaled, and a cloud of white mist appeared before her, then dissipated without a trace in the wind and snow. "This is a very long story."
…
It was not a wise move to lie to Ji Qu at this time. He already had doubts about his identity, so it was better to tell him the truth.
He has extraordinary abilities, and there might be a chance that he can help me.
Ding Can told the other party everything about how he was brought into the system and the copies he had experienced.
I guess he has seen it a lot, so he shouldn't be too surprised.
"According to you, I am just an identity created by the so-called system, and not a real existence?" Compared to shock, Ji Qu was more confused.
To date, his experiences before and after death are particularly vivid. Not only does he remember every detail very clearly, but there is absolutely no fabricated or imposed memory.
But the woman in front of him told him that these were fabricated.
All the things he once took pride in were nothing more than programs that the system had pre-configured to run.
I am not brave, I am just a puppet.
"Based on the current situation, this is indeed my inference." Ding Can supported himself on the ground and tried to stand up. The hand that was broken by the stone was still painful, and he didn't know if there were any broken bones.
She raised her other arm towards Ji Qu, "Please lend me a hand, Master Ghost Envoy."
Ji Qu lowered his head slightly, looked at her for a moment, and then reached out to pull her up from the ground.
"Thank you." He was wearing a pair of leather gloves. Ding Can's palm felt cold when it was wrapped. He retracted his hand first, curled up his fingers and rubbed them a few times, then held the injured hand again. "Are they all still alive?"
Ji Qu retracted his gaze: "They are all still breathing. Most of them are injured. They need to be treated as soon as possible."
Ding Can was relieved: "Well, how did you handle it the last few times, after saving people."
"I should have left earlier, but I just saw it was you, so I delayed a little."
At present, it seems that Ji Qu is definitely able to travel between the two copies. With his ability, he may be able to provide some help in the future.
She asked tentatively, "Master Ghost Envoy, look, we're so familiar with each other, but we still don't know what you look like?"
He covers his face with a hat every day, and I don’t know if it’s because he feels inferior about his appearance.
"It has nothing to do with you." Even though I couldn't see the whole face, I knew from looking at the other person's clenched jaw that his expression must not be very good.
It wouldn't be as he guessed, Ding Can laughed awkwardly and waved his hand: "It's okay, strength is the important factor that determines the outside world's view of you, other things are not important."
"You..." Ji Qu uttered a few syllables, but ultimately did not make any statement to defend himself.
"But Master Ghost Envoy, since we have met again like this, it can be considered fate. You are so powerful. If this request cannot satisfy me, how about another one?"
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