bookrebus Chapter 821: Captured the image of God?
Chapter 821: Captured the image of God?
Seeing this, Cao Zhen could only recite a few words along with everyone else, but she did not kneel down. She only bowed in the direction of the Goddess Peak.
After Enshi finished kneeling and praying devoutly, he turned around and stood up, and saw Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming standing there motionless.
"Have you worshipped yet?"
Sang Feiwan did not respond, but only said to Pan Mao: "The sun is about to set, it's time to go home."
Pan Mao looked up and saw that the sun was about to set.
The setting sun fell on the snow-capped mountains, blood-red, blood-red, extremely dazzling, and yet extremely magnificent.
"It's getting late, let's finish work and go back to the hotel." Pan Mao greeted everyone.
After packing up their things, the crew walked down the mountain together.
It got dark very quickly. When we walked out of the snowy mountain, the sun had completely faded and dusk was all around. Fortunately, the temperature at the foot of the mountain was not that cold anymore, and everyone was in a much happier mood.
Sang Feiwan was walking at the end. The moment she stepped out of the snow mountain, she seemed to sense something, and she paused and looked back.
In the dim light, a figure vaguely appeared: his clothes were as white as snow, and his white hair was dragging on the ground, like a statue carved out of ice and snow.
Sang Feiwan stared closely, trying to see more clearly. The cold wind howled, blowing up countless snowflakes that danced around the man.
"Wanwan, what are you looking at?" Yu Beiming noticed that Sang Feiwan did not follow him, so he turned around and called her.
"There is someone there! Beiming, can you see clearly?" Sang Feiwan raised his hand and wanted to point the strange person to Yu Beiming.
But the direction she pointed was empty. There was nothing but endless snow and desolate land.
"Wanwan, what did you see?"
Yu Beiming naturally knew that Sang Feiwan was not the kind of person who would make up stories without any basis, so he must have seen something when asking this.
Sang Feiwan said: "A man in white clothes and white hair. His hair was very long and dragged on the snow. He was surrounded by wind and snow. He seemed to have walked out of the wind and snow, but also seemed to be transformed by the wind and snow. I couldn't see through his true identity, and I couldn't even tell his gender."
Yu Beiming looked around at the grayish-white snow-capped mountains under the night sky.
The snow-capped mountains stand silently and lonely between heaven and earth. Tiny humans are like ants, crawling at its feet.
After a long time, Yu Beiming spoke quietly: "What secrets does this Shueren Snow Mountain hide? What does it have to do with the curse suffered by the locals?"
Sang Feiwan was also thinking about this question, but everything was too mysterious and she couldn't see through the truth hidden here for the time being.
Pan Mao's voice came from afar: "Hey~ Bei Ming, Miss Sang, you two hurry up and catch up!"
After Yu Beiming responded, he looked at Pan Mao's back and couldn't help but say, "I guess something else is going to happen next. The filming of this movie is really full of twists and turns."
Sang Feiwan smiled faintly: "Misfortune is the foundation of good fortune; good fortune is the root of misfortune. Everything is the best arrangement."
Yu Beiming smiled and said, "Let it be. Let's go, we need to keep up with everyone, otherwise the director will think we are lost."
At noon, everyone ate some compressed biscuits, bread and other foods they brought with them on the mountain.
At this moment, after a busy day and a fright, everyone was already starving.
Since only the crew members were staying in the hotel, the meals were ordered and prepared in advance so they could be eaten directly upon arrival.
No one had time to remove their makeup before they feasted in the restaurant.
After dinner, those who need to remove makeup do so, and those who need to review the script do so. No one is idle.
Xiao Liu was also busy in his room.
During the day, he was on the snowy mountains, mainly responsible for operating the drone to capture distant views.
Although a lot of pictures are taken in a day, many of them are invalid and need to be imported into the computer for preliminary screening.
It’s true that the scenery of the snow-capped mountains is absolutely stunning, and any picture you take is a visual enjoyment.
But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, visual fatigue is inevitable if you see it too much.
He yawned, rubbed his eyes, pressed a shortcut key on the keyboard, and switched to the next video.
The video was shaking violently, and there were screams of people and loud rumbling noises.
Xiao Liu recalled that when the avalanche was coming, the drone was still hovering in the sky.
So this should be a capture of the avalanche approaching at that time, and the avalanche was very close, so the picture is hazy and only a mountain shadow can be vaguely seen in the distance.
Hearing the panicked screams of everyone on the screen, Xiao Liu still feels a little frightened.
Today was so dangerous, I almost had a brush with death!
Xiao Liu was just about to switch the screen to avoid affecting his mentality.
Suddenly his eyes widened and he stared at the screen.
In the video, a figure floating in the air suddenly appeared in the white snow fog.
How could there be someone in the sky?
Xiao Liu quickly froze the picture, then zoomed in, zoomed in again, trying to see clearly what the figure was.
But even when the picture was zoomed in to the maximum, only her back could be seen: she was wearing a fluttering white dress and her black hair was flying.
The next moment, a golden light suddenly emanated from her body, and then all the scenes were submerged in this dazzling golden light.
Immediately afterwards, "bang!" the screen went black and the drone fell into a pile of snow.
It took Xiao Liu a long time to come back to his senses: "How can an ordinary person fly into the air? And before the avalanche? Is there really a snow mountain god?"
He quickly fumbled for his phone and sent a message in the group:
[Xiao Liu: There are gods, there really are gods in the snow-capped mountains! And I took a picture of it, I really took a picture of it!]
[Pan Mao: @Xiao Liu, what did you take a picture of? Please be more specific and don’t be so surprised.]
[Cao Zhen: How could a real god let you take a picture of him? Even ghosts are hard to take pictures of, right?]
[Enshi: @Cao Zhen, the God of Snow Mountain knows everything and is omnipresent. Please be careful with your words. If you offend the God, he will bring down a curse! ]
[Enshi: @Xiao Liu, there are gods on the snow mountain. People here believe in the god of the snow mountain.]
【Uncle Rong: @Xiao Liu, please send me the pictures you took. 】
【Cao Zhen: Yes, yes, post it in the group so that we can all see it! 】
【Xiao Liu: @Rongshu, the pixels will be compressed when posted to the group, so it won’t be clear. If you want to see it, please come to my room. 】