In this pull, both the cane and the person behind used extremely strong force.

In an instant, Zhang Meng felt a click on his ankle. He didn't know if the bone was cracked. A sharp pain almost made his eyesight go black. He didn't know if he had pulled any numbness.

After a while, half of my body was suddenly paralyzed.

"Zhang Quede, please be patient. If you are dragged away, not even the reincarnation of the Living Buddha can save you."

The fat man's face turned red.

Zhao San also immediately rode on Zhang Meng, and with great effort, he finally broke off the section of rattan.

"How are you okay?" Zhao San asked.

Zhang Meng stood up, then limped a few times, and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, the bones are not broken, otherwise it would be troublesome. Where are those things?"

Thinking of that kind of withered vine with weird power, Zhang Meng still felt frightened.

The little old man's unblinking look was still replaying before his eyes. He had seen a lot of strange things, but he had never heard of anything like this.

"Damn it, you asked me who I asked, it was all over the place just now, and now I can't find it anymore." The fat on the fat man's face also twitched a few times. He looked around at the snow, as if he wanted to see what else was there.

Is there any danger?

Zhang Shaotu, the others, and the Americans also stopped. Although they didn't see those scary rattans, no one dared to move around anymore.

"Hey, are you really gone?"

The fat man stepped hard on the snow and found that the snow was clear again, with only small holes left.

A Yankee probably wanted to hear if there was any movement under this layer of white snow. He lay on the ground and put his ear against the snow.

The strange thing is that the American didn't know if he heard something, so he lay there for a full minute without getting up.

Mike frowned. He walked over and shouted a few times, then patted the man on the shoulder. However, the man was as indifferent as a scarecrow. They were not far from Zhang Meng. Zhang Meng could clearly see the American’s ears.

It was like a faucet, with blood flowing out smoothly.

Zhang Meng felt a sudden chill in his heart, and he shouted horribly: "Be careful, these vines haven't disappeared, they are hidden in the snow under our feet."

When he shouted the first sentence, he felt that his tone was a little louder, and then he lowered his volume abruptly.

Before he could finish his sentence, the entire Kunlun Mountains seemed to have encountered the end of the world, and the surface of the mountain peaks wrinkled like a quilt.

Immediately afterwards, countless black spots emerged from the snow-white ground, and Zhang Meng's scalp exploded. With such an astonishing number, there must be hundreds of canes at least, right? And every one of them

Their strength is no less than 500 kilograms, which is almost equivalent to the strength of two adults.

Zhang Meng suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and there seemed to be a big earthquake under his feet.

He immediately didn't dare to hesitate, and no matter how ugly the posture was, he just threw his body forward like a dog eating shit.

Four or five vines suddenly sprang out from the ground behind him, and then wrapped themselves around the American's chest and feet.

"Ahhhhh"

Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to go back and save this person. Then he heard the American's eyes turned red and he yelled crazily. Then in Zhang Meng's eyes, he was suddenly hit above and below his waist.

separate.

They were cut into pieces abruptly.

Zhang Meng stood there blankly, some hot blood sprayed on his face, and he made no intention of wiping it off. The American was not dead yet. Half of his body was squirming on the ground, his eyes wide open.

Bigger than an owl.

To be honest, that kind of scene really made Zhang Meng feel cold. Is this the so-called death with eyes open? For a moment, Zhang Meng seemed to have forgotten his fear. He looked at the American and his mind went blank.

"Oops, Zhang Quede, you're still deserting at this time. Just raise your head and look at the sky carefully. We're finished."

The fat man roared, his voice full of despair that Zhang Meng had never heard before. Zhang Meng raised his head with some confusion and found that the entire sky seemed to have turned into a huge ocean at some point, with countless white waves.

It was rolling, accompanied by terrifying vibrations.

avalanche

Zhang Meng's face suddenly turned pale. No wonder the driver, Lao Li, repeatedly emphasized before entering the mountain that no matter what, even if he encounters the most dangerous thing, he must keep silent. This Yankee's roar has covered the Kunlun Mountains for who knows how many years.

The snow and glaciers were completely plowed.

As far as Zhang Meng could see, the white wave was like a waterfall, sweeping down like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

"run"

Zhang Meng's mind went blank. This heartbreaking sentence should have come from the second uncle's mouth.

He pinched himself hard and used all his strength, almost to the point of pinching the flesh to bleed, before he regained his composure.

When training Zhang Meng in Hong Kong, Brother Jun once said that if you embark on this road, you must be prepared to die at any time, but when you die, you must die soberly.

Zhang Meng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, but now he finally understands that how to die soberly is an extremely difficult thing. At this time, his brain can no longer function at all. Seeing others being shot with a gun

Pointing and being pointed at a gun are completely different things.

At this moment, Zhang Meng ran wildly, falling down many times along the way. He returned to the place where they camped. That place was the junction of several mountains, with many covered peaks.

"Bang"

But before he could get there, he felt as if his back had been hit hard by a big hammer. When he lost consciousness, Zhang Meng made one last move.
Chapter completed!