It was whining while digging the snow. Although the dog couldn't speak, its meaning was already very obvious at this time. I immediately took out the engineer who was carrying it and shoveled it to his side. The Tibetan mastiff, which had always been fierce and mighty, was full of begging at this moment, as if telling me: "My master is under the snow, save him quickly!"

I saw that its claws had already digged blood, and touched its head and said, "I understand, leave it to me."

I didn't dare to waste time anymore, so I immediately started shoveling snow on the ground with a shovel. The imported engineer shovel prepared by Zhao Wuji was usually very sharp and could be used as a hijab, so I shoveled it very carefully because I was afraid that if I shoveled it down, I would shovel the young man's head in half.

The snow on the surface is very soft, but the snow downward is as hard as the snow has been covered for many years. When I dug for two minutes to reach the frozen layer below, I realized that something was wrong. Logically speaking, young people may fall into the soft snow layer, but the frozen layer below is absolutely impossible to fall into people.

"Are you sure your master is under this?" I asked as I looked at the Tibetan mastiff.

It barked at me twice, jumped out of the pit and continued to use its paws to dig the frozen layer below, but it was undoubtedly very difficult to use the dog's paws to dig the frozen layer below. Looking at its firm look, I decided to continue digging. Although I thought this was not logical, I signaled the Tibetan mastiff to jump up, and I used an engineer to shovel to continue digging on the hard frozen layer below.

After about five minutes, the shovel suddenly couldn't continue down. I thought I had dug through the snow and dug the stones below, but I felt that the frozen layer should not be just such a thin layer. I squatted down and pushed away the frozen snow on it.

It was at this moment that I saw a face.

Just under my feet, a blurry but pale face.

I am not afraid of these things myself. After all, I am half a Yin-Yang Mr., but the environment at this time also made me feel goosebumps. I gritted my teeth and quickly used a shovel to clean up all the frozen snow on the surface. Only then did I realize that under the frozen snow layer, there was a hard ice layer, and the blurred and pale human face was just below the ice layer.

This face is not a young man.

It was an extremely strange human face. His face seemed to be frozen on this layer of ice. His eyes were wide open. From my perspective, it seemed to be staring at me tightly.

"You're wrong?" I turned around and looked at the Tibetan Mastiff and said.

The young man once said that there are countless corpses under this snow-capped mountain. The corpse I dug is probably the hiker who died here at some time. Without anyone collecting the corpse for him, he was frozen into the ice layer underground.

The Tibetan Mastiff did not give up. It jumped down again. It ignored its face and seemed to know that the person was not its owner. It danced with its paws and began to dig to the side, looking at me begging me not to give up. I didn't know what was going on at this moment. It could even be said that I was moved by this Tibetan Mastiff. In our team full of suspicion, it seemed that it was the only one who could believe unconditionally without considering anything.

I lit a cigarette and looked at the Tibetan mastiff's resolute look. I decided to continue. I picked up the shovel and began to expand the entire range of the round pit. With the experience of digging the pit just now, this was not a difficult task for me. I quickly dug another face, which was still the same pale and the same death gaze.

This is an unacceptable angle.

There is no way there is only one head under the ice, it should be a person. At this time, the person under the ice should be tilting his head and staring at me with his face against the ice, just like a fish that was lacking in oxygen in the pond in the east end of the village when he was a child floating on the water to breathe.

At this time, it was no longer the Tibetan mastiff who gave up or not. It was because I was already panicked and I couldn't stop. I began to dance the engineer shovel in my hand in exhaustion and madness. The snow and frozen snow on the surface were gradually removed by me, and the entire removal surface became bigger and bigger. I also found more and more faces. To be precise, there were more and more corpses growing under the ice layer. They all maintained the same posture without exception. Now from my perspective, they seemed to be waiting for my rescue.

As the ice surface expanded, I gradually saw more things under the ice surface. The ice surface was very thick, but it seemed to be a pool below because I saw the lower half of the corpses floating slightly in the water.

The Tibetan Mastiff jumped down and it was spinning wildly on the ice surface. It was looking for its owner, but it returned disappointed again and again. However, its movement of digging the ice surface was extremely resolute. Looking at the movement of the Tibetan Mastiff, although I still didn't find the young man's face now, I am sure that the Tibetan Mastiff must have witnessed its owner entering the underwater ice surface with his own eyes. It is sure that its owner is here.

I also want to rescue the young man. Although it is inferred from the time when the young man left, if he really entered the ice surface, it would be a little bit of danger now, but I must find him, give myself an answer, and give a Tibetan mastiff an answer, but one of the problems I have to face is that I don’t know how big the ice surface is. If this is a pool hidden at the foot of the mountain, what I have cleared out now is only the tip of the iceberg.

This is a big project, a project that I definitely cannot complete.

I can imagine the scene under the ice under my feet, where there are corpses staring at death.

What should I do if I can’t dig, and I can’t give up, and I can’t give up. What should I do? It was at this moment that I suddenly discovered a key point. The corpses under the water seem to be suspended in the water. It is precisely because of the suspension that there is such a strange looking up position. When can the corpse be suspended? Normal corpses should sink under the water and will float up in a few days. This is common sense. I have seen corpses catching corpses before, and have seen the huge corpse with a bulging belly floating up.

Therefore, if a young man really enters the ice surface, he will not float up like these corpses just now. He should be in a state of sinking to the bottom. In other words, if I want to find him from these faces, not only to clean up all the ice surface, but also to wait for his corpse to float out.

I made a decision to break the ice.

The other end of the engineer shovel is a tip. I use the tip to dig it. This is difficult, but every attempt can break a little bit. At this time, I have even forgotten what I came out for. There is only one concept in my mind, that is, breaking the place and finding young people.

I dug it tirelessly. I didn't know how much time I had spent, but finally broke the nearly 80 cm thick ice surface. I polished several blood bubbles with both hands. After smashing a small hole, I continued to dig it with the other end of the shovel, and soon a hole was dug through it.

I let out a breath, but at this moment, I suddenly found that the corpses under the water were moving, and they moved very quickly. They gathered towards me like crazy, as if they really found a mouth to breathe like the fish that lacked oxygen.

This scene made me step by step back, and the Tibetan mastiff barked wildly at the entrance of the cave.

Splashes of water stirred up below, and the splashes even splashed onto the ice surface, but were instantly frozen into ice.

After about five minutes, all the movements gradually stopped. I took a deep breath and walked to the hole with a flashlight. What caught my eye was a pale face and pale pupils.

There are no whites in the eyes.

The face was slightly swollen and there was no blood.

I grabbed my floating hair and tried to drag the body out, but I pulled off a piece of my scalp at once. I was so disgusting that I wanted to spit it out immediately, but at this time there was no time for pretentiousness. I simply reached out to grab the fabric and dragged the man out of the water.

This is the corpse of a young man. The clothes he wore were also professional mountaineering suits. There was no clue. When I looked at the entrance of the cave again, I found another face that immediately filled the position where the corpse I pulled out was just now.

They didn't even give me a place to go down and look for it.

Could it be that I would pull out all the bodies?

And what I can't understand the most is why there are so many corpses here?
Chapter completed!