Condes Mountains
"Are you ordering me?" Ji Qu said in a bad tone, obviously angry.
Ding Can said in a gentle and flattering tone, "How can you say it's an order, Master Ghost Envoy? I just wanted you to be kept in the dark any longer."
"If you leave me some kind of communication, we can keep in touch. Maybe I can find a way to escape your current situation. You don't want your fate to be constantly controlled by others, do you?"
Ji Qu snorted coldly. From what she said, he could already see the essence of the matter.
"You're hoping that I can save your life then, right?"
Ding Can chuckled, a sly look of triumph in his eyes: "Master Ghost Envoy is wise, but you're not at a disadvantage either."
Ji Qu continued, "According to what you said, after the camp ends, you can leave the system and return to your original world."
"Yes, but there's still a long way to go. Perhaps I can use this time to learn more about the system and find out..."
Ding Can raised his eyes, "Do you know what you are?"
It is a piece of data in the construction of the world, or some other existence.
She didn't say anything else, waiting quietly for Ji Qu's reaction. Sure enough, she saw him reach into his robe, take out something and hand it to her.
It was a short flute with only four holes on it, about the size of a palm.
I have seen musical instruments like the flute before, which should be about 40 to 50 centimeters long. This is the first time I have seen such a small one.
She took it with her healthy hand, still a little skeptical: "Is this a flute?"
"I made this short flute myself."
Ding Can exclaimed, "I didn't expect that the Ghost Envoy is also so accomplished in stringed instruments and can even make his own."
Ji Qu withdrew his hand: "It's just that I sometimes feel lonely when I'm marching, so I play some music to ease my homesickness."
Ding Can looked at the short flute carefully and held it in his hand. Although it was very cold due to the cold wind, it felt very warm to the touch. It was carved from a whole piece of white jade.
Myron's whistle is completely incomparable.
From the perspective of an instrument, although this short flute is indeed quite small, it is difficult to find such a large piece of jade.
Looking at it more closely, there are some not-so-obvious scratches on the surface, probably caused by being handled and touched many times.
According to Ji Qu's story, every late night during his march, in the bleak grassland or rugged mountains, he would take this short flute to relieve his worries.
Ding Can lowered his eyes. "I've never learned to play the flute before, and yours is different from the usual ones I've seen. How about we try a different one?"
This thing must be very important to Ji Qu. If he gets it by threatening the system information, it would be a bit unfair.
Ji Qu didn't seem to care: "No skills are required, just blow it and I will appear by your side. However, I also have a request."
"What request?" Ding Can thought it was an extremely harsh condition and was already thinking about how to deal with it.
"This short flute is a precious thing to me. You must take good care of it. Also, I'm usually busy, so don't come to me unless you have something to ask."
"No problem, huh?"
Ding Can didn't expect that this was what he wanted to say. He actually didn't look that annoying. He just talked a little too much in order to survive.
If Gao Wenwen were around now, he would definitely be more enthusiastic.
Thinking of this, she really missed her roommates and wondered if they were doing well now.
Seeing that she was distracted, Ji Qu said impatiently: "Do you understand?"
"Of course," Ding Can smiled, thinking that this guy was actually not bad.
After she finished speaking, Ji Qu didn't even say goodbye. He turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared in the wind and snow before her eyes, fading away silently like the night.
Ding Can put away the short flute and went to check the injuries of the people around him.
Their action took place at night, and the current time, judging by the position and brightness of the sun in the sky, was approximately nine o'clock in the morning.
As for the cave collapse last night, she also found the cause.
As far as the eye can see, there is a mountain peak nearby, which is obviously a sign of an avalanche. I think the tremors were transmitted here, causing greater vibrations underground, leading to such consequences.
They just had bad luck.
"Wake up." Ding Can patted Dasong's cheek a few times, but from the naked eye, the skin injuries he suffered were smaller.
Seeing that the person was showing signs of waking up, she stood up and went to Ye Shan, who was a little further away.
Ye Shan's eyes were tightly closed, a thin layer of ice had fallen on her eyelashes, her thin little face was extremely pale, and there was still a faint breathing sound through her nose.
Normally, there is a sharp look in his eyes, but now that he has calmed down, he looks a little gentler.
Fortunately, I am still alive and have survived these few hours.
Ding Can felt that her body was cold but her forehead was surprisingly hot, so he rubbed her hands to help keep her warm.
Dason had also woken up by this time and went to find Joseph. The two wounded were both in a coma.
Aye and his group were brought out from underground by Ji Qu, and the place where they were dropped was a little far away from them.
The view was not very clear due to the wind and snow, but I could see some people moving, not very fast. They must have been seriously injured underground.
They couldn't get far on the mountain.
"How did we get out?" Dasong's voice was very hoarse.
Ding Can was taking off his outer robe and covering Ye Shan with it. “When I regained consciousness underground, I blew the whistle.”
Dasong looked surprised. "Did the mountain god help us? You saw him."
"Well, but he left very soon. It was very similar to the scene that Mellen described." Ding Can concealed the matter of Ji Qu.
Dasong could not believe that the mountain god could actually appear. Although he was unable to see his true form, the fact that he was saved by the mountain god was already worth bragging about.
"Someone is coming... It's Mr. Mellen!" Dasong looked at a row of figures walking towards him from afar, led by Mellen.
The people traveling with him should be members of the town's action team.
The visitor first checked the physical condition of Ye Shan and Joseph, and prepared to take them down the mountain for treatment.
The majority of the others captured and detained all the members of the "Cheetah".
"Are you both okay?" Myron walked up and looked them up and down.
Dasong raised his hand and touched his head, grinning: "I got hit on the back of my head by a rock, and I'm still dizzy now. How about you? How are you?"
Ding Can pointed to the damaged hand and said, "The arm can't move, but it doesn't affect my movements."
"There must be a broken bone. You need to go to the clinic to get a splint." Myron gently picked up her arm and moved it a few times to identify the injury.
Before he put his hand down, he saw Ah Ye being escorted by the action team members. His white eyebrows frowned: "Tuna? Why are you here?"
Without getting a response from Tuna, Myron saw her obviously resentful look and was unable to react for a moment.
Dasong felt it was unfair for him: "Mr. Myron, she is Aye, the leader of the Cheetah. All the closeness we had before was a lie to you."
"You said, she is Aye?" Myron's cloudy eyes trembled a few times, full of disbelief. In a short time, he couldn't connect her with Aye, whose hands were covered in blood.
Ding Can covered his arm and said, "One of the poachers you once caught was Aye's father. Her father was sentenced to death, and she transferred her hatred to you."
It was a simple desire for revenge. Myron finally recalled everything that had happened since Tuna appeared.
She approached him on purpose, and he had been alone on the snowy mountain for too long, and actually thought that it was true love. He was happy to have a caring granddaughter by his side and enjoy a moment of family happiness.
Seeing the sadness on his face, Ah Ye sneered, "I never regret anything I've done. It's just a pity that I couldn't make you suffer more, or take your life."
Her hands were tied behind her back and shackled, but her expression was still very arrogant.
It seemed as if she was the one who caught someone else, and she didn't show any intention of repenting.
"Is this retribution?" Myron is old, and his temperament is no longer as strong as when he was young. When people get old, they think more and are more likely to be soft-hearted.
Even though I blame Aye, I can't hate him purely.
Ding Can watched "Cheetah" being escorted away. They were facing the legal punishment they deserved.
"Don't take all the blame on yourself. There's nothing wrong with you. The one who's truly at fault is Ah Ye, who harbors evil intentions."
Myron sighed. "Their capture has fulfilled my last wish as a forest ranger. It's time for me to leave here."
He looked into the distance in the direction of the snow-capped mountains, with obvious nostalgia in his eyes.
It's all over.
Ding Can took the whistle off his neck and instead of returning it to Myron, handed it to Dasong.
"Mr. Myron, I acted on my own without asking for your opinion. I hope you don't mind."
Myron came back to his senses, and seeing this, wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes: "Of course not."
Dasong stared at the whistle, his eyes widening. "What does this mean?"
"Since Mr. Mellen is retiring, this whistle that can summon the mountain god must naturally be passed down, and of course it must be given to you." Ding Can handed the whistle forward a little further.
"Why?" Dasong looked over with clear eyes.
Ding Can shrugged. "I originally yearned to be a forest ranger, but after coming here, I found that it was very different from what I imagined. This is not the final destination I want, and I don't have a lot of knowledge."
"If it weren't for your knowledge of geography, I would still be trapped underground alone."
"Besides, you've always been curious about the mountain god. You didn't see him just now. As the new forest ranger, you'll be able to see his true appearance if you encounter any emergencies in the future, right?"
Although they had only been together for a few days, he had already gotten a glimpse of Dasong's temperament.
Dasong is enthusiastic, kind, responsible, sincere, and loves small animals. He is the best person to protect the snow-capped mountains.
She believed that with Dasong around, the wild animals on the snow-capped mountains would be able to reproduce and thrive in peace.
Having personally experienced the mountain god's rescue, Dasong treasured the whistle even more. He took it carefully with both hands and said, "I will keep it well."
Ding Can used some strength to hit his shoulder. "You'd better do it. We agreed that after I leave, I will come back to visit the town when I have time. Don't let me hear people say that the new forest ranger is not worthy of the title."
"Don't worry, I heard my reputation is pretty good."
Dasong put on his familiar look again, looking very proud.
He thought of something: "Oh right, I'll go with you to the town to see a doctor. We need to get our arm healed first."
Ding Can just evaded the question: "You're deserting your post now, Mr. Mellen, but he still has a lot to teach you. I can treat this injury myself, and then I'll just buy a ticket and leave. I'll go home and eat my favorite hometown food, which will help me recover faster."
Dasong was surprised. Even with his broad mind, he understood the meaning of these words: "You are leaving now."
Ding Can smiled faintly: "Well, it's time. Maybe we are destined to meet again."
A few minutes later, she had walked a short distance down the mountain. Looking back, she could vaguely see two figures standing in the distance.
One of them waved his hands when he saw him turn around.
Ding Can took one last look at them, and without hesitation, continued walking into the snow.
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