Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Gugler lowered his head, cursing crazily in his heart.

If possible, he would like to use his fist to tell these two fools.

Let them understand that they are asking for their own death.

While cursing, Gugler was still circling in his mind, when he noticed the abnormal movement that night and got out of the tent.

Song Heng had already put the cold muzzle of the gun on his forehead.

On the stubbled face, with a murderous look, the blood-stained footprints left a row of dazzling footprints outside the tent.

Gugler originally thought that Song Heng was just a wealthy businessman.

Just like those ordinary businessmen, relying on a few stinky money, they are already arrogant and want to challenge extremes to win attention.

Usually, such idiots, Gugler and the others don't even need to do it themselves.

Just scaring them can make them obediently hand over the money.

Even if they don't give much, even compared with the property of these businessmen, it's just a drop in the bucket.

But the victory lies in safety, in a world of ice and snow, dead people are nothing.

Even if his family members called the police, do they still expect the police to venture into such a place to find the dead bodies for them?

You know, this kind of place, unless it is a professional expedition team, can only venture in in summer.

But at that time, it would be nice to find some bones or something.

Who knows whose body was found.

It's just when the muzzle of the gun is on his head.

Only then did Gugler understand,

I was wrong!

Big mistake, big mistake, wrong outrageous.

He is not familiar with Song Heng, and he doesn't know what kind of person and identity this slightly vicissitudes man in front of him is.

But there is one thing that Gugler is very familiar with.

Such fierce and indifferent eyes, as well as the palm holding the shotgun, are as firm as a rock.

And from the moment he watched Song Heng kick the corpses of his two companions off the cliff lightly,

Gugler gave up the unnecessary struggle.

For profit, they killed people.

But before killing the opponent, Gugler would always pray silently in his heart.

Not asking the other party to forgive me, it's just out of intolerance to the same kind of life.

And the awe of the Kunlun gods.

However, in Song Heng's body, he didn't even see such a little bit of intolerance and awe.

It is conceivable that this guy is not a businessman at all, but a wolf with bloody hands!

In other words, it is a devil who is more fierce than them!

So at this moment, facing Song Heng's threat, Gugler could only bite the bullet and move forward.

Because he knew very well in his heart that if he stopped, Song Heng would really let him sleep here forever.

"Eldest brother, I... huh... huh... I can do it, be careful with this guy, I always feel...he's dishonest!"

Although Luo Qing was young, in such an extreme environment, his physical strength was too much for him.

He didn't know what happened that night.

When he woke up, he heard from the elder brother that the other two couldn't take it anymore and went down the mountain first.

Only the guide Gugle was willing to stay and help them.

At first, Luo Qing felt that this middle-aged man in his early 40s was a responsible person.

However, along the way, Luo Qing also began to notice something wrong with Gugler's expression.

"Don't worry, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, let's find a place to hide and eat something!"

Song Heng patted Luo Qing on the shoulder, signaling Luo Qing not to think too much.

He said to Gugler, "Find a place to rest."

Gu Gele nodded silently, but this place also felt a little strange to him.

It goes too deep.

Moreover, the goose feather heavy snow covered everything, and it took him a while to indulge, so he was a little uncertain.

In such a situation, he could only move forward.

Hope to see a suitable place.

"Front!"

Not long after, Gugler suddenly saw a low-lying valley.

The wind and snow over there was resisted by the surrounding huge snow mountains, and it looked very suitable for rest.

With Gugler carefully leading the way, it took the three of them more than half an hour to cover the distance of about 300 meters.

After putting down his luggage, Luo Qing leaned against a big rock to rest for a while.

Song Heng handed him a chocolate bar: "Eat it as soon as you can, and find a suitable place in the evening, and I will make you something else to eat."

Of course, this is not an ordinary chocolate bar. It is a high-calorie compressed chocolate bar that Song Heng specially ordered from abroad before coming to Kunlun.

One sip is enough to cover the normal consumption of an ordinary person for a day.

It's just that the taste is not very good, I can't tell what it is, whether it is sweet or not, salty or not, and it is particularly difficult to chew.

If it wasn't for the special circumstances, Song Heng wouldn't eat this stuff.

It's an insult to your own tongue.