Tales from the Golden Platform Chapter 21

The Tanggute Snow Disaster, with its vastness and unparalleled majesty, is quietly dispelling all the resentment and massacres in the ancient gold field.

Unfortunately, the time left by fate for the golden madmen to escape has been delayed by the golden platform, their own burning desire, and the hatred that rises like those mountains. Gold tempted them like a coquettish fox, and the white snow, as peaceful as death, drove them into the open mouth of the Tanggut Gorge. Who would have thought that it was the entrance to the Heavenly Tomb and Earth Tomb?

The avalanche happened.

It was evening at that time. Tens of thousands of gold diggers meandered along the snake-like passage of the canyon, walking very fast. Everyone is rushing to be the first, and if you delay for a moment, you will be overtaken by those behind you. Some of them carry gold or banknotes, and some have empty bags. They come to the ancient gold market in vain to shed a few drops of blood. Those who have made a fortune naturally walk faster than those who have not. In other words, they walk faster. At the end of the road. The only exception was Yang Jier, who had both banknotes and gold, but fell behind the crowd. The sky, the earth, and the gloomy faces of people are full of ominous omens. He had a premonition that a disaster was coming, and even if the silent mountains on both sides were solid and solid, the sky would fall. He doesn't want to leave. He wanted to return to the ancient gold field, but he didn't make the final decision.

Later, he looked back at the foggy road he had walked and found that no one was following him. He was followed by a few howling red foxes. He stood still, waiting for the fox to approach him. He didn't know why he did this, because he never believed that the red fox represented good luck. Probably relying on a divine revelation, he suddenly realized that the fox was following the food. And he should never be their food. He lives healthily, is over sixty years old, and is immortal. Every cell in his body is renewing, every black hair is shining, every thought is for pursuit, and every action is for destruction or creation. . His unobstructed blood vessels were filled with red and purple O-type blood, boiling forever. Yes, it's not him, it's them. The fox's food may be among the gold diggers ahead of him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of this.