When Enluk watched Hong Kui and Huang Liang and his party leave, they saw a group of people wearing black coats and cloaks entering the Indian village.

Since Alaska is very cold in winter, most travellers wrap themselves tightly with thick fur, so he doesn't think it is unusual to cover his head with a cloak. What surprised him was the other person who followed this group of people into the village.

The man alone, at the foot of Denali Mountain, where the hairtail can be frozen into Arthur’s sword, he only wore a thin gray windbreaker. He seemed to be barefoot or wearing some beach shoes, and his head The thing that I thought was a hat at first was moving, and it looked more like some kind of animal lying on its stomach.

When Enruk wanted to take a closer look, the person had disappeared from his vision, and even the group of people wearing cloaks did not know where they had gone.

He glanced at the blue sky and the warm sun, letting the sun sting his eyes and shed tears to make sure that his eyes were fine.

The weather looks good, but it's hard to say at night. May God bless Master Wolfe to see the total lunar eclipse tonight as he wished. He thought so.

The Indian woman next to her had been praying, muttering. Although Enruk grew up in Alaska, he was an Inuit and knew many Indians, but he didn't understand a word. The gods handed down from these ancient tribes are more difficult to understand than the spells of wizards.

"Well, your husband will come back safely. Let's go back to the house and have a fire." He said.

The wife of the Indian guide stubbornly sang the prayers to the distant snow-capped mountains before she got up and hugged her child: "Yes, yes, I will come back safely, I will definitely."

Enruk followed her back. The moment the woman opened the door, the child she was holding in her arms burst into tears, but she didn't seem to know, her body suddenly stopped and stopped there, even the hand pushing the door. They didn't shrink back, as if they were frozen in an instant.

"What happened?" Enruck stepped forward and gave the woman a little bit. Then, from the door that had been pushed open, he saw a group of people in black cloaks sitting by the fire in the room to warm up. One of them is still adding charcoal to the stove.

The man in black sitting in the middle was raising his head, revealing his horrible face that was skinny and shriveled like a mummy. However, this face is not as rigid as the mummy. You can clearly see that the tight muscle fibers are trying hard to pull the corners of the mouth, thus showing a smile. A thin layer of translucent newborn skin, densely covered with spider silk red capillaries, attached to his sunken cheeks. He was looking at the child, as if a greedy eater saw the food, but the eyes were misty, like two deep black holes, a little dull white.

Enruk was also scared to petrify, but he was a man after all, and he was ordered to pick up Master Wolfe who went up the mountain, and he also had the obligation to protect the family of the Indian guides.

He boldly crossed the threshold, blocking the woman and the child behind him, holding the gun in his pocket secretly, and asking the mysterious person in the house: "You...Who are you?"

"Close the door, child." The man's voice was stiffer than the machine, and colder than the wind on the snow-capped mountains.

I don't know why, Enruk's brain suddenly went blank, and even lost his fear. He only felt that he should listen to that person's words, other than that, he had no ability to think.

He turned and closed the door, and pulled the petrified woman in. They stood blankly in front of the man in black, and knelt down obediently, just like the servants in front of the ancient Egyptian pharaoh. Only the child was crying desperately. He slapped his mother's face and shoulders hard, tears streaming from his innocent face.

"It's very cold here..." The man in black said to Enruk, "Come and help me with firewood."

Enruk knelt forward, grabbed the charcoal, and put it into the stove cautiously, for fear that the sparks would make his master unhappy.

The man in black smiled with satisfaction, his smile moved the muscles of his cheeks, his mouth opened, revealing his long white teeth and black tongue. With a greedy look in his hollow eyes, he looked at the woman and said:

"I'm hungry……"

The woman nodded knowingly, picked up the child, and walked to the kitchen. The child cried harder.

There was the sound of sharpening knives in the kitchen. The child broke free from his mother and ran out, but was grabbed back by her mother.

The kitchen door slammed shut.

The stiff smile of the man in black grew stronger.

At this time, the door opened, and another man in black wearing a cloak appeared at the door. He nodded to the man in black in the middle,

The black man in the middle asked: "Keep up?"

The man at the door said: "Keep up."

"I didn't let them find out."

"No."

"En..." The black-clothed man in the middle glanced at the kitchen door reluctantly, and then looked outside, "What a fresh and tender delicacy! It's still early, before the lunar eclipse, we have enough time to chase after it. Go up."

There was a crack in the kitchen, it was the sound of the knife chopped the bones and chopped on the cutting board again.

Then, the child's cry was gone, and the whole house was quiet, only the charcoal fire in the furnace made a slight beeping sound, like a soul struggling.

The smile on the face of the man in black disappeared.

There was a croak from the kitchen, followed by a voice like Donald Duck:

"Quah, this elbow is too hard, not tasty, not tasty! Wow, I miss mine again!..."

The kitchen door opened, and the Indian woman slumped on the floor at the door. Her child lay on her, no longer crying, but curiously watching a black crow jumping around between the cupboards.

The sound of kicking footsteps sounded, and a man in an old windbreaker walked out with a pull board on his feet. The crow flew up and jumped onto his messy hair.

The man in black squinted his hollow eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ The muscle fibers under the translucent skin on his face and forehead were twisted together, and the sound of a saw blade cutting dead wood came from his throat:

"Aoki...I heard of you, your name is Aoki..."

The crow craned his neck and shouted: "There is me, and me, I am the boss of coal! Gua!"

The muscles on the black man's face tightened even more.

"I've also heard of you—" Aoki said, "Itnut Ayi—the usurper who broke the curse of the Itsars and broke Tutankhamun’s scepter! You have been asleep forever. Underground, why wake up at this time?"

"Ah, you know so clearly, it seems that poor Ronald can't come back anymore. Oh, it's okay, it's okay, he just returned to Gaia's arms ahead of time. We will all return to her in the end— "Ayi looked at the child lying in the arms of the Indian woman in the kitchen and said, "It's like a child returning to the embrace of the mother. Everyone is eager to return to the embrace of the mother, including me and you. We will eventually go back." "

"Quah, you put a ball of air...oh no, a ball..." The crow tilted his head and thought, "...the paste in the universe...or Nebula Tofu Brain... called the mother?...Quak, Is your brain really made of tofu brain? Hahahaha!"