Most of these people are He Sanzhi's childhood friends. They grew up together and are as close as brothers. Unexpectedly, they all died in this avalanche.

These people have families and are supported by the elderly. Now they are dead. If their relatives know, what will they feel like.

Although he knew that this result would be achieved this time, He Sanzhi still couldn't accept it when facing reality.

He Sanzhi was heartbroken, his chest was fluctuating violently, his throat was sweet, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes fell to the ground.

"Old He!"

Jin Guoer hurriedly stepped forward to support him and touched his back. He felt warm and smooth. With the light of the torch, he saw blood all over his hands.

This was when the mountain was rolling down, it was scratched by someone's hunting knife, and the sheepskin coat behind it was dyed red.

"Old He, you are injured!"

He Sanzhi's face turned pale and waved his hand, "It's not a problem."

The pain behind him at this moment is not as good as the pain of losing his brother in his heart.

"Don't move, I'll bandage you."

Jin Guoer reached out and untied He Sanzhi's sheepskin coat, took off his underwear, revealing his strong muscles, and Jin Guoer took a breath.

He Sanzhi is strong, has obvious muscle lines, and is as strong as a rock. It is covered with scars, adding a bit of macho spirit.

After a brief surprise, Jin Guoer took out gauze from her bag, wiped the blood from He Sanzhi's wound, and then applied the whitening and scar removal cream she brought.

Jin Guoer bandaged Gu Youqing's wounds, and his skillful technique was skillful, and the bandage wrapped around his back was very regular and beautiful.

"alright!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Jin Guoer clapped her hands with satisfaction.

He Sanzhi reached out and touched his back. It was no longer as painful as before. The wound was cool and itchy. It was granulation growing.

He Sanzhi's ancestors have been dealing with traditional Chinese medicine for three generations, and there are also many golden sore medicines. You can tell whether the efficacy is good or not.

The wound ointment used by Jin Guoer is obviously several levels higher than any medicine he knows, and it is simply a magical medicine!

"What medicine are you using? I made it yourself?" He Sanzhi asked in a sheepskin coat.

Jin Guoer nodded and said, "I came this time to go back to produce this ointment from your home."

Jin Guoer briefly said her purpose, and He Sanzhi nodded after hearing this.

"If I can go out alive, I will support you with all my strength."

Jin Guoer was ecstatic after hearing this, but turned to a lonely look, "Yes, it's good that you can go out."

He Sanzhi's mood has adjusted. He remembered the dead brothers and took a deep breath. The dead people can no longer survive, but the living people must continue to move on.

He Sanzhi moved his limbs, and the injuries behind him were no longer serious. He walked to the exit of the cave to check and found that it was the bottom of a cliff.

The brothers' bodies could not be taken away, so He Sanzhi and Jin Guoer buried them on the spot and erected a tombstone.

"Brothers, when I go out, I'm picking you up home!"

He Sanzhi stood in front of the grave and observed silently, and then sprinkled a bottle of wine on the ground.

Jin Guoer also clasped her hands together and prayed silently.

After doing these, the two of them sorted out the things in the hollow big stone.

These things are all necessary equipment for going to the snow mountain, including ropes, grab hooks, hunting knives, and air-dried bacon.

He Sanzhi carried the rope on his body and inserted the hunting knife around his waist. Jin Guoer was responsible for carrying the food.

"What's this?"

Jin Guoer fiddled with several bamboo tubes half a foot long and the thickness of a child's wrist.

He Sanzhi said: "This is called Qianji Net. It hides a net woven by silkworms spitting silk from the high-altitude areas of Changbai Mountain. It is very tough and is a life-saving thing passed down from our mountain people."

Jin Guoer turned around and checked. She saw a hemp rope at the bottom and wanted to pull it out as soon as she reached out.

"Don't move!"

He Sanzhi hurriedly stopped him and said, "It can only be used when it encounters danger. This is a one-time thing and it will be useless if it is used up."

He Sanzhi took it over, grabbed Qianji.com with his hand and said, "Open this head at the enemy, then pull this rope hard, remember not to do it backwards."

Jin Guoer nodded and put Qianji.com into her pocket.

After packing up the things, the two began to find their way out.

This is an abyss, with a base of more than 20 meters wide, covered with gravel, the cliff walls on both sides are smooth, and a single grass is not long, and there is no place to climb.

He Sanzhi said: "If I guess correctly, this should be Feixian Valley."

Jin Guoer tilted her head and said, "Are there any gods flying out here?"

He Sanzhi shook his head and said, "This is the name he has passed on from his ancestors. Legend has it that on the night of the full moon, you will see a beautiful woman with fluttering clothes and a splendid ancient costume flying out of the valley."

"Have you seen it?" Jin Guoer asked.

"No!" He Sanzhi said: "Don't talk about me, even my father has never seen me, but my grandfather said he had seen me, and I don't know if it's true or false. Maybe it was because he was a child to coax me."

As He Sanzhi spoke, he untied the rope from his body, tied a flying claw on the other end, shook three times in his hand, and threw it out.

The flying claws rose up from the ground like monkeys, hitting the cliffs and splashing sparks, and then bounced back.

He Sanzhi retracted the rope, threw it out, bounced back, threw it again, bounced back.

Here it is like a deep groove drawn by a huge sword. The sides of the stone wall are as smooth as mirrors. Not to mention that the flying claws cannot be hung, there is not even a crack on the rock.

"Old He, look here!"

When He Sanzhi threw his flying claws, Jin Guoer was not idle either and surrounded the cliff and observed it.

The dark side of the cliff, where the sun cannot shine, was covered with moss. Golden fruit found a gap behind the moss-filled moss.

He Sanzhi leaned over, her brows moved, and she pulled out the hunting knife from her waist and scraped off the moss on it.

"It seems like a stone door!" Jin Guoer exclaimed.

He Sanzhi waved his hunting knife and continued to scrape the moss. Without much effort, he scraped out a large piece.

Jin Guoer was right. It was indeed a stone door here, three meters high and two meters wide. Pipas were carved on both sides as door handles.

He Sanzhi reached out and grabbed the handle of the pipa on the door, pulled it hard, and it didn't move at all.

Jin Guoer held her chin: "Maybe there is a mechanism, there will be no treasure hidden inside, right?"

In many film and television dramas, the protagonist falls on a cliff and dies, either obtains mysterious treasures or obtains peerless martial arts.

Jin Guoer began to be excited. Could she be wearing the protagonist's halo?

He Sanzhi didn't have so many dramas in his heart. He just wanted to leave here and urged Jin Guoer to find any mechanism to trigger.

The two of them looked around the stone gate inch by inch, but they didn't find any buttons or anything like that.

Suddenly, snow fell above my head, and a huge white ball fell, shaking the ground.
Chapter completed!