The weather in Meili Snow Mountain is always cloudy and sunny.

Even last night, you could still see the bright stars in the night sky, but early in the morning, a thick layer of fog filled the surrounding area.

The visible range of the field of view is compressed into a small radius.

Aaron, who felt a splitting headache, rubbed his temples: "Damn it, what kind of fake wine is this? Why does it make me feel like I want to die?"

"Scotch whiskey originally has an alcohol content that the human body can digest, but tavern owners usually add some home-made wine to it in exchange for huge profits."

Aaron, who felt a little confused, stood up unsteadily, and a slight double image appeared in front of his eyes: "Will you drink people to death?"

"In most cases it won't happen. At most it will leave you with some sequelae the next day, otherwise someone would have died long ago."

While talking, Song Hao organized the materials in the camp to avoid missing anything.

As a result, Aaron, who was just about to ask what the side effects were, felt a severe nausea in his abdomen. He knelt down on the spot and vomited non-stop.

Because the smell was a bit overwhelming, Song Hao had to pinch his nose.

This is scientifically proven. When someone around you is vomiting, you will soon be induced to have the same symptoms.

This intense stomach cramp lasted for five minutes, until Aaron's face turned red and his whole body was about to go into dehydration shock before it finally stopped.

Without saying a word, Song Hao stretched out his hand and handed him the kettle that had been prepared: "Hurry up and take a moment. We can set off early while the weather is not too bad now."

"Damn it, fake wine is harmful to people, I'm about to spit out my bile."

So with the help of Song Hao, the pale Aaron managed to climb onto the horse's back, his whole body in a state of paralysis and weakness.

There is no other way. As the eldest brother, Song Hao can only make a rough route judgment based on the directions he mentioned and the map.

At about noon, with the sun hidden behind the clouds, they came to a rather remote valley, which was at least what the fugitive said.

"There are so many valleys around here, do you think this is the place?"

Aaron, who had regained his composure, was a little unsure. He looked confusedly into the depths of the valley, and could only see a dark shadow.

Fortunately, at this time, Song Hao, who was relatively experienced, decisively dismounted and strolled to a flat slope.

He looked at the branches of the trees that had been cut down and regenerated, and his expression became solemn: "Aaron, it should be here, but you'd better be mentally prepared."

Aaron frowned: "Why?"

"Although these tree trunks all have traces of being cut down, it was at least half a year ago. This is not a good sign."

Knowing that time waits for no one, the two had no choice but to carefully head to the depths of the valley amidst the sweeping wind and snow.

Song Hao did not forget to hand over a pistol to Aaron, and also taught him how to load and aim, so that he could increase his firepower when encountering wild beasts.

Finally, after a long journey, they saw a cave with obvious signs of human life in the distance.

Song Hao, who did not dare to let down his guard at all, secretly hid the pistol in his jacket pocket to respond to emergencies at any time.

"Thank God, I finally found it."

Aaron couldn't help but let out a sigh, and then hurriedly urged Shandi to run over, and the horse's hooves kicked up layers of snowflakes.

But the next second they approached the cave, the scene in front of them made them both a little dumbfounded.

Although there are supplies needed for human life here, including wine and smoked dried venison, it is enough to survive a long winter.

After all, in such a cold area all year round, meat quality can be preserved for a long time, and even bacteria have a hard time surviving here.

But as the saying goes, everything is there, except for one important human being.

"You check here temporarily. I'll go take a look around. If there is any situation, I will shoot to signal."

"Then be careful and don't get eaten by some brown bear."

Song Hao shrugged his shoulders and said jokingly: "Don't worry, there are absolutely no wild beasts here, otherwise this venison would not be alive until now."

When he disappeared into the wind and snow, Aaron suddenly felt a little uneasy, so he walked around the cave aimlessly.

He doesn't know what he is doing either.

From time to time, I look at the numbers carved into the corners of the wall, and from time to time I smell the remaining spirits in the box, including checking the rusty shotgun placed in the corner.

In this situation, even without Song Hao reminding him, he understood that his old friend must have passed away.

"Does it seem like you're two years too late after all?"

Aaron sighed and sat on the stone with a look of remorse on his face and muttered: "It's a bit painful to have you waiting for us here alone."

But just when he gathered his thoughts and wanted to go out to call Song Hao, he suddenly found that there seemed to be something strange above the stove.

He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Because the English letters Black were actually carved with a knife on the rock surface of the stove, which was obviously a hint to himself and Darren in Blackwater Town.

"Could it be here?"

Aaron had a flash of inspiration and didn't want to think too much. He ran over with staggering legs, and then carefully checked the corners around the stove.

Finally, when I put my palm into the top of the stove, I accidentally found an unusually loose stone, which could be removed with a little force.

There was also a letter that fell with it. The surface was tightly preserved with beeswax, so the appearance still looked intact.

At this moment, Song Hao, who was out on patrol, just returned: "Aaron, I found some traces. Maybe you can come and take a look."

"I also discovered something here. This letter must be his last suicide note."

The two people hiked to a hill that was not very high. There was no cover from trees and they could easily see the stars and blue sky above their heads.

At this time, I followed my gaze slowly and saw that not far away there was a deep pit buried by thick wind and snow, and there was a tombstone recording the name on the ground next to it.

It reads: [The world-famous pirate, Roman Nien rests here forever]

The moment he saw the name, Song Hao couldn't help but take a breath: "Do you know the name Roman Nien?"

Aaron, who looked confused, shrugged his shoulders: "Didn't it say pirates?"

Song Hao, who was somewhat amused by his ignorance, explained word for word: "Roman Nien is not an ordinary pirate."

"Because in the 1970s, any merchant ship sailing in the Atlantic would be afraid of hearing a name that represented death and gunfire."
Chapter completed!