Chapter 691

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.

Huang Liang's heart jumped up with a bang.

He unconsciously walked towards it and reached out to touch it. It was right in front of him, but his hand could not touch it.

The spirit overflowed from the trembling fingers in a trance, hit the ice like an electric wave, and penetrated into the ice world.

He saw his sister's crystal face, and the sun shone on her bright smile.

"Brother is back!" cried sister in surprise.

"Is this your sister-in-law?" the younger sister asked again.

Huang Liang saw Martha and snuggled up beside him like a mimosa.

"Brother is back with sister-in-law!" cried sister happily and ran away from the windowsill.

The fence door beside the wall opened, and both father and mother came out laughing.

"Good, good, good to come back!" their smiles were like the Brassica flower field in April.

A hen flew up from the yard and landed on the top of the wall, clucking, but was soon drowned by the sound of a tractor in the distance.

Lao Yu came here with a walking tractor.

The tractor is full of things: neatly folded red silk quilts, wooden boxes with big red Xi characters, boxes of cakes, hot water bottles wrapped with red silk... And even a red painted toilet.

Lao Yu moved down one by one and said happily, "I know Pengcheng is back with a foreign daughter-in-law. We don't understand the rules of foreigners. We should give them a make-up wedding! I'll go back to the town and pull half a killed pig. Lao Zhao, don't give up your chickens today!"

Dad laughed and said, "there are a few, you don't have to say."

The chicken on the top of the wall seemed to understand, clucking, chirping and startling, and its wings fanned up a lot of dust.

"Pengcheng?" Martha asked puzzled, "isn't your name Huangliang?"

He was surprised, "ah - Pengcheng? Pengcheng! My name seems to be Pengcheng!"

The younger sister said, "brother, your name is Pengcheng! Have you forgotten?"

He suddenly replied, "yes, my name is Pengcheng. Zhao Pengcheng, my name is Zhao Pengcheng!"

Martha naively raised her face, pointed to the low house behind the wall and said, "so, Zhao Pengcheng, are we going to live here in the future?"

Mother affectionately took Martha's hand and said, "daughter-in-law, this is here. This is your home."

The younger sister said, "brother, come back and don't go?"

He said, "don't go, don't go, sister, I'll never go again..."

He was about to step into the yard when he suddenly felt his shoulder heavy and was pulled by someone, so he suddenly stepped back.

He saw his mother pulling Martha into the door, his father chasing the old hen in the yard, and Yu Jianguo driving a tractor to pull pork in the town. The black smoke from the tractor fluttered in the air like a ribbon.

Mei Mei made a face and went back to her room. She lay on the windowsill and waved to him.

He saw a long ice on the windowsill, reflecting his sister's face, the paper-cut on the window, the sun in the sky, the fading earth wall and the figures of his parents

……

Hong Kui grasped Huang Liang's shoulder tightly.

I don't know when he has reached the edge of the cliff. At his feet is the abyss. The roaring mountain wind roars in the valley, like the roar of a giant trapped at the bottom of the abyss.

Only that piece of ice hung upside down in the void ahead.

Huang Liang clearly saw his face from the ice, as well as Hong Kui, the Indian guide and the nine Alaskan dogs.

Behind them is the whole Denali mountain. The mountain is covered with snow, and the top of the mountain is hung with the sun, moon and stars.

Everything reflected by it is clearly visible.