Chapter 707 (1/2)

When Enrique watched Hong Kui and Huang Liang leave, he saw a group of people in black coats and cloaks enter the Indian village.

Because Alaska is very cold in winter, most travelers wrap themselves in thick fur, so he doesn't think it's unusual to cover his head with a cloak. What surprised him was another man who followed the group into the village.

The man was alone. At the foot of Denali mountain, which can freeze hairtail into Arthur's divine sword, he only wore a thin gray windbreaker. He seemed to be barefoot or wearing some beach shoes. What he thought was a hat was moving on his head. It looked more like an animal lying on his stomach.

When Enrique wanted to look carefully again, the man had disappeared from his vision, and even the previous group of people in cloaks did not know where to go.

He looked at the blue sky and the warm sun, so that the sun hurt his eyes and shed tears to make sure there was no problem with his eyes.

The weather looks good, but it's hard to say at night. May God bless master Wolff to see the total lunar eclipse tonight. He thought so.

The Indian woman nearby was praying and muttering. Although he grew up in Alaska, he was an Inuit and knew many Indians, he didn't understand a word. The prayers handed down by these ancient tribes are more difficult to understand than the witches' spells.

”Well, your husband will come back safely. Let's go back to the house and bake the fire,” he said.

The wife of the Indian guide stubbornly sang her prayers to the distant snow mountain before she got up and hugged her child: ”yes, yes, she will come back safely, she will.”

Enrique followed her back. The moment the woman opened the door, the child in her arms burst into tears, but she didn't seem to know. Her body suddenly stopped there motionless, and her hand didn't shrink back, as if it had been frozen in an instant.

”What happened?” Enrique came forward and gently pushed the woman. Then, from the opened door, he saw a group of people in black cloaks sitting by the fire in the house to keep warm, and one of them was adding charcoal to the fire.

The man in black sitting in the middle was raising his head and revealing his thin, withered and mummified face. However, this face is not as rigid as a mummy. It can be clearly seen that the tight muscle fibers are trying to affect the corners of the mouth, so as to show a smile. A thin layer of translucent new skin, densely covered with spider red capillaries, attached to his sunken cheek. He was looking at the child, like a greedy diner who saw delicious food, but his eyes were misty, like two deep black holes, with a little dead fish white.

Enrique was also petrified, but he was a man after all. He was ordered to meet Master Wolff who went up the mountain here. At the same time, he also had the obligation to protect the Indian guide's family.

He bravely crossed the threshold, blocked the woman and child behind him, secretly held the gun in his pocket and asked the mysterious man in the room, ”you... Who are you?”

”Close the door, boy.” the man's voice was stiffer than the machine and colder than the wind on the snow mountain.

I don't know why, Enrique's brain suddenly went blank and even lost his fear. He only felt that he should listen to the man. In addition, he had no ability to think.

He turned and closed the door and pulled the petrified woman in. They stood in front of the man in black and knelt down obediently, just like the servants in front of the Pharaoh of ancient Egypt. Only the child was still crying desperately. He patted his mother's face and shoulder hard, and tears flowed from his innocent face.

”It's cold here...” the man in Black said to Enrique, ”come and help me add firewood.”

Enrique knelt before him, grabbed the charcoal and carefully threw it into the stove, afraid that the sparks would annoy the master.

The man in black smiled with satisfaction. The smile affected the muscles of his cheeks, grinned, revealing long white teeth and black tongue. With greedy eyes in his empty eyes, he looked at the woman and said:

”I'm hungry...”

The woman nodded knowingly, picked up the child and went to the kitchen. The child cried even more.

The sound of sharpening a knife came from the kitchen. The child broke away from his mother and ran out, but his mother caught him back.