Chapter 691 (1/2)

The darkness nibbled at the moon bit by bit, just like the giant in the sky eating a pie. The place he bit exuded bright red blood and fainted the clouds in the sky.

Huangliang knows that this is a natural phenomenon.

When the earth blocks the sun, the atmosphere refracts red light onto the surface of the moon. When the total lunar eclipse occurs, in the shadow of the earth, we can still see the red moon in the sky, which is the blood moon.

It is reasonable to say that the blood moon is rare. But Huangliang always has an ominous feeling. He remembered some folk rumors that the discoloration of the moon heralded disaster on earth, while red corresponded to the disaster of blood, which was often regarded as a harbinger of war.

When the whole moon turned into a hazy blood shadow, the wind and snow stopped.

At the moment, the earth is particularly quiet, and a red giant moon hangs ferociously in the sky in the dark.

Huang Liang looked around in the dark night. He didn't know why. He always felt there was someone there. He thought again of the man in black with a cloak. That face is as terrible as the moon in the sky at the moment.

He heard Hong Kui's heavy breathing and turned to look. The blood moonlight reflected on Hong Kui's face, like a drunk man.

Huangliang knew that Hong Kui was restraining his emotions. From the moment the moon appeared, he sent out abnormal mental fluctuations.

Looking at the dim shadow of the white wolf in the moonlight ahead, Huang Liang whispered, ”don't press it any more. You've been pressing it for half your life.”

Hong Kui suddenly screamed, like a thunder that had been stuck in the clouds for a long time, and finally broke out, blowing up in the mountains with a strong spiritual storm.

His face was covered with white fluff and grew longer with the naked eye. The corners of his mouth cracked and his long fangs stretched out. His eyes were shining with a layer of green light, and what was printed in his eyes was the blood red moon in the sky.

He walked slowly forward until he came to the rock where the white wolf was standing.

The White Wolf, who had been holding his head high to the sky, finally lowered his head and looked at Hong Kui.

As if encouraged, Hong Kui jumped suddenly and jumped onto the huge rock dozens of meters high with an attitude that human beings could not do.

Huangliang saw that Hong Kui's body and white wolf's body were gradually integrated, but he couldn't tell whether people became wolves or wolves became people.

There was a dead silence around, and even the nine dogs no longer sobbed, as if something had been stuffed in their throat. They could not make a sound, but shrank in fear.

At this time, a little light came out in the dark night in the distance, flashing like a firefly on a summer night.

The White Wolf roared up to the sky, then jumped off the boulder and walked towards the light.

Huangliang didn't see Hong Kui. He knew that the white wolf in front was Hong Kui.

The Indian guide and the nine Alaskan dogs followed the white wolf in silence, as if it were a matter of course.

The white light is getting closer and closer. The moon in the sky is fading.

When the blood color completely faded, the White Wolf disappeared.

Hong Kui is back as he is.

Huangliang found that they were standing by the camp where they set up their tent, and they didn't move a step.

Everything just now is just a dream.

I don't know whether it was the residual spirit of God here or the explosion of Hong Kui's own spirit that made them dream.

Wake up, everything returns to reality.

Here is the winter night of the highest snow mountain in Alaska. The wind is whistling and the snow is falling. The night is still dark and dark.

But in this weather, near the camp, they saw the ice——

That is the purest thing Huangliang has ever seen.

It's like a piece of ice hanging upside down from the eaves of my hometown on the morning after snow in winter. It's clean and bright. It hangs upside down in the void of the night.

The darkness, depth and unpredictability of the night dissolved in its light.

It is so close and so far away.

It's like a wanderer who has wandered for many years and returned to his hometown. At the entrance of the village 500 meters away from home, he saw the wall, the window pasted with paper-cut, and the girl looking on the windowsill.