On a high, protruding block of ice, a figure is holding a telescope and standing there observing.
After a while, he put down the binoculars and stared into the distance with a slightly gloomy look in his eyes.
There, it's always a white, misty expanse of snow, and any expectation seems unrealistic.
"Rosso, come down and get something to eat!"
The shouts from below broke Vito Rosso's thoughts. He responded softly and then carefully climbed down the ice block.
Inside the cave, the group took out some canned fast food and chatted in hushed tones. When Vito Rosso, whose expression was somewhat gloomy, walked in, they immediately fell silent.
He took the can of food from one of them, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone without leaving a trace. Without saying a word, he sat down expressionlessly and opened the can in his hand.
After a moment of silent eye contact, one of them spoke with a slightly hesitant smile:
"Um... Rosso, since we don't want to venture deeper into the Ghost Realm, and we've already spent so many days in this area, shouldn't we start thinking about our escape route?"
After following Vito Rosso in, they had traveled for seven or eight hours but then stopped and lingered on the outskirts.
After waiting for a long time without any results, and with only enough supplies to last for two more days at most, Vito Rosso seemed to have no intention of leaving.
Vito Rosso stopped what he was doing and looked at the person who spoke with a slight flicker in his eyes.
"Are you in a hurry?"
His voice was deep and calm, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
"No, I just wanted to ask what your plans are. After all... only you know the way out..."
"Don't worry, now that I've brought you in, I'll naturally make sure you get out safely."
He spoke in a calm tone, with a normal expression, and his words made people feel very safe.
Are you safe and sound?
So many people have died, and you can say they are safe and sound?
He didn't show it on his face, but everyone had already cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations in their hearts.
This frozen ghost realm is incredibly eerie, with numerous unheard-of heresies that are commonplace here, making it impossible to guard against them.
Compared to when they first arrived, their numbers have decreased by nearly half.
Under such circumstances, he still dared to shamelessly claim that he could take them all out safely.
To be honest, they've started to doubt whether the way he described for getting out actually exists.
Several people in the group no longer believed him and chose to leave the group to find a way out on their own.
Vito Rosso took in everyone's reactions, a fleeting glint of malice in his eyes.
"Waiting like this will hardly yield any results. Let's rest for a bit, pack our things, and set off this afternoon."
Seeing that he agreed so readily, everyone felt much more at ease.
Judging from his confident demeanor, he seemed quite certain that he could lead them out of there.
After chuckling in agreement, they immediately fell silent and continued eating their cold, hard canned food, some even packing up their belongings.
Vito Rosso simply continued eating the canned food in his hand, seemingly casually observing the actions of the crowd, his eyes unfathomable.
From the moment he entered, he left behind colorless and odorless chemical reagents that only he himself could identify, so that he could find his way back.
After seven or eight hours, he was horrified to discover that the methods he had left behind had failed.
As the ice continued to break and shift, coupled with the strong winds that accelerated the evaporation of the reagents, he could no longer find his way back by recognizing the traces he had left behind.
To avoid causing panic among the crowd, he maintained a calm demeanor and lingered in the area under the pretext of waiting for the rabbit to run into his trap.
In reality, he was caught in a dilemma and had no other choice but to do this.
Ahead lies the even more eerie inner realm of ghosts, and there is no way back. They dare not move forward, nor can they retreat. They can only remain here, trying to find traces of their past, but even now they have found nothing.
His gaze shifted silently for a moment, and all his emotions were subtly concealed in his eyes.
A group of cowardly and incompetent good-for-nothings, lacking the courage to go out and find a way out on their own, instead banded together to put pressure on him.
He's courting death, so don't blame him for being ruthless...
A fierce wind howled, whipping up swirling snow and mist. After quickly packing up, the group immediately embarked on what Vito Rosso called their "return journey."
Carrying a supply pack that was no longer too heavy, they trudged through the frozen wasteland with difficulty. Under the vast snow fog, every step felt extremely heavy, and the sound of the wind was mixed with the occasional panting.
In the center of the group, Vito Rosso calmly pointed out the direction, remaining silent.
He was wrapped tightly in a heavy coat, the collar covering most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible, which were dark and unsettling.
He pointed silently in the direction, his eyes flashing with cold light, his gaze silently sweeping around.
After walking for a while, the snow fog became increasingly dense, and a large, dense snow fog could be clearly seen sweeping towards them from ahead.
"Rosso, there's quite a bit of snow and fog ahead. Should we take a detour?"
"Rosso!"
The speaker called out again, and Vito Rosso, whose eyes were fixed on the snow and mist ahead, finally snapped out of his reverie.
"There's no way around it; the place ahead is the only one we can pass through."
He gave a curt reply, but his hand quietly slipped into his coat pocket and touched the specially made metal pistol.
The snow mist swirled rapidly, quickly engulfing them. Seeing this, everyone pulled up their hats and collars, and lowered their heads to prepare to face the oncoming snow mist.
Only Vito Rosso's eyes were fixed on the snow mist.
The fine snow mist finally swept upwards, and the next moment, several crisp gunshots shattered the silence of the snowfield.
Centered on Vito Rosso, several people around him suddenly shuddered and collapsed to the ground, their blood blooming into shocking red flowers on the pristine ice.
Everything around seemed to freeze at that moment. In the snow and fog, before the others could react, Vito Rosso had already sprung up like a cheetah that had been lying in wait.
He turned around quickly, his movements fluid and swift. Several more gunshots rang out on the snowfield, crisp and sharp, as bullets pierced the air, leaving deadly trails in the wind and snow.
Everyone was caught off guard; they hadn't even realized what was happening before they were struck down by unexpected bullets.
Every bullet was fired with perfect accuracy, without the slightest waste.
The whole process took only a few seconds, and then everything returned to calm, with only the wind and snow still howling.
Vito Rosso regained his footing, his gun still steaming.
He glanced around, chuckled lightly, and thought, "A bunch of useless trash." Then he quietly waited for the snow mist to dissipate.
As the fine snow mist dissipated, blood-red flowers appeared on the ice surface.
But Vito Rosso's pupils suddenly dilated.
"What a grand show!"
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