Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 1709: An Unending White Expanse

Ning Shu was pulling a suitcase. She glanced at the school doctor uncle walking in front. God knew how long they had been walking. If they kept going like this, when would they be able to leave?

All around was simply an unending white expanse. The sight of it aroused the feeling of despair.

Besides, if they stayed in the snow for a long time, it was easy to get snow blindness.

Ning Shu had previously cultivated the Unsurpassable Martial Arts, so her physique was still okay. At least, she could walk. The others could not even do that.

It took forever for them to pull out their legs for every step. Walking was especially hard here.

“Advisor, can we take a break? It’s too tiring,” said Fan Junyang. The club members were also grumbling.

The uncle touched the throbbing stone in his pocket and said indifferently, “We’ve only been walking for a little while. You guys can’t keep up anymore? It hasn’t even been a mile.”

“Please, take a break. Advisor, we really can’t walk anymore.” Lu Shanshan hammered her leg. “Advisor, please.”

“Fine.” The uncle nodded. “Rest here now. We’ll leave later.”

Lu Shanshan smiled and sat directly on her suitcase.

Ning Shu let out a long breath. They had finally stopped.

The crowd sat down, panting.

It was already dark, and it looked like it was going to snow again.

Fan Junyang raised his head to look at the weather. His face was filled with worry, and he could not help but look at the uncle.

The uncle said, “I’ll go around and take a look. You guys wait here.”

“Advisor, where are you going?” Lu Shanshan stood up in a hurry and said, “I’ll go with you.”

Ning Shu was hammering her legs as she looked at Lu Shanshan, who was so tired her face was ashen. Yet, she still insisted on following him. It was actually quite impressive.

“No, I’ll be back in a moment.”

“But it’s going to snow soon,” said Lu Shanshan.

As she spoke, a whistling cold wind had picked up, interspersed with snowflakes.

“I told you to wait here.” The uncle turned around and left. The cold wind rolled up his coat as he gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.

The uncle walked through the snow holding the red rope in his hand. The stone was issuing a clear pulsing sound.

Ahead, a hand was poking out from the snow-covered ground. The body had been buried by the wind and snow.

A transparent soul was desperately grasping the snow to eat; it was hungry beyond belief.

It was Lin Xia, who had run away earlier and died in the snow.

This soul looked even thinner under the ravages of the wind and snow. It was about to dissipate.

Upon seeing the soul, the stone throbbed twice and sucked the transparent soul away.

The uncle put the stone in his pocket, turned around, and walked away.

When the uncle came back, the crowd looked at him as if they had seen a savior. Fan Junyang said to the uncle, “Advisor, what should we do? The snow is getting heavier and heavier. We’ll freeze to death here.”

“What do you want me to do? You’re the one who wanted to come here. Have you now run out of ideas?” said the uncle indifferently, patting off the snowflakes on his shoulder.

“Let’s find a new family to stay with. The snow’s getting heavier,” said Fan Junyang.

“But there aren’t any homes around here.” Lu Shanshan looked around. Her eyes felt really uncomfortable, she couldn’t help but rub them.

Translator: Kaho