This was a desolate wilderness, where the earth and trees were generously covered in a thick layer of snow, as soft as goose feathers.
In the pitch-dark night, the snowy vista was as enchanting as an attractively dressed maiden.
As a southerner, Li Changhe had never seen such a snowy scenery before.
But now was not the time for him to wax lyrical.
The moment his hand touched the object that had caught onto his leg in the snow, Li Changhe knew what it was.
A momentary spatial fluctuation flashed in his hand, and he took out a shovel.
He Feng had suggested they bring it along, as they might need to impersonate tomb raiders. He had benefited from it when they excavated the Dragon Tomb.
When Li Changhe shoveled the snow away, what he saw was a rock-hard corpse.
The corpse had a strange smile on its face, with a sturdy build.
He appeared to be about 20 years old, dressed in a sky-blue padded jacket, holding a leather suitcase in his hand.