Snow Mountain

"This is the mountain we're about to climb: Ga Wu Zhang De Snow Mountain. The locals call it... the Land of the Lost." As he spoke, the man suddenly lowered his voice.

"Legend has it that every climber who tries to conquer it meets a violent end. Their souls are left behind in the snow, lose their way, and never find their way out."

"My grandson... He climbed this mountain, and then..." The man couldn't stop himself from choking up.

"Sir," the Fatty couldn't help asking, "did your grandson go missing after climbing this mountain?"

"No. He came back, but... but the person who came back wasn't him!"

Though the man's words were clearly ambiguous, Jiang Cheng and the others understood. It seemed his grandson had died on this snowy mountain, and some ghostly thing wandering there had returned in his grandson's form.

After a moment's thought, and at Jiang Cheng's signal, Huai Yi asked, "Sir, it's not that we don't believe you. It's just that what you're saying is so confusing—and frightening. Do you have any more direct evidence?"

So far, it seemed the elderly man was the one who would point them toward the next clue in the story.

At Huai Yi's question, the man nodded emphatically and took off the large backpack he was carrying. Only then did everyone notice that he was hunched over—and badly so.

He opened his backpack and took out a cloth bag. He didn't open it right away, instead holding it in his hands with a hesitant expression. After a long while, he pulled out a photograph and showed it to everyone.

The photo showed a man around twenty-five years old, sturdy in build, leaning on a trekking pole. Behind him was a snowy plain, and his features bore a strong resemblance