Endless Winter: My Camp Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 4, Gold Finger Arrived [Please collect and read! ]

Xia Hong gave Xia Chuan a look and quietly handed him a hand axe.

Then he walked to the front and spoke to the two Xia Dings:
"Father, we brothers can't tell who is real and who is fake. Can we each stand on one side, get closer, take a closer look, and then make a decision?"

"Okay, come on!"

The two Xia Dings agreed in unison, and were obviously very confident.

Xia Hong took a deep breath, patted his younger brother Xia Chuan, motioning him to go to the left, while he walked to Xia Ding on the right.

The two brothers walked in close steps and arrived in front of the two Xia Dings almost at the same time.

Xia Hong widened his eyes, looking from head to toe at Xia Ding, who had come back on his right. It seemed that he didn't look carefully enough, and even looked behind him.

Xia Ding's face was full of sincerity and he looked extremely confident. He allowed Xia Hong to walk around behind him and even straightened his body to allow him to see more carefully.

However, the moment he stood behind him, Xia Hong's eyes were suddenly filled with blood and his expression instantly became ferocious.

"Do it!"

A loud shout startled everyone.

Xia Hong and Xia Chuan both raised their axes and chopped down at the "Xia Ding" in front of them respectively.

boom……

The sudden collision between the hand axe and the head should have caused the brain to burst and the scene should have been extremely bloody.

But in fact, Xia Chuan's hand axe didn't even fall on Xia Ding's head before it was caught by the other party with his bare hands.

But Xia Hong was stronger than him after all, and he hit Xia Ding's head with his axe.

Split the head into two.

However, the terrifying thing was that no yellow or white thing came out of Xia Ding's head. Instead, it was like a piece of wood that was split in the middle, with the fork still connected to the neck.

What's even more horrifying is that even after his head was split open, "Xia Ding's" eyes were still moving. He looked at Xia Hong in front of him with interest, and there was even a smile on his face.

But that smile looks eerie no matter how you look at it.

"Chuan, retreat!"

Xia Hong didn't even have time to pull out the stone axe. He shouted at Xia Chuan on the other side and retreated towards the crowd in the camp.

When Xia Chuan heard this, he quickly withdrew, gave up the stone axe and retreated to the back.

Everyone in the camp was shocked by the actions of the two brothers just now. Now seeing the appearance of "Xia Ding", how could they not understand?

The Xia Ding on the right who came back later is definitely a fake.

What about the one on the left?
Why did Xia Chuan launch a sneak attack? Was it also fake?

Just as everyone was wondering, Xia Ding on the left moved.

He walked to Xia Ding on the right, put his hand into the middle of the split head, stroked it twice, then pressed both sides with his hands and closed them in the middle.

The split head miraculously came together again.

Not only that, that "Xia Ding" even twisted his neck, then turned and stared at Xia Hong who was standing in front of everyone in the camp, with a sinister smile.

This strange scene made everyone in the camp feel uneasy.

Xia Ding on the left stood up and spoke to Xia Hong.

"Interesting, interesting. These two works of mine are exactly the same as your father's, and I don't think there are any flaws. How did you two see that?"

His voice sounded like the sound of sawdust rubbing against each other, hoarse, harsh and strange.

"Assuming that one of you is real and the other is fake, the fake one definitely doesn't know so much about us and our father, but you two know everything, so..."

Xia Hong paused here and his expression became a little gloomy.

Of course, Xia Ding couldn't tell everything to others.

This ghost knows so much about the camp and Xia Ding.

There is only one possibility.

"Hehehe, he's quite smart. Before Xia Ding died, he was running away in the opposite direction of your camp, trying to lead me away. It seems that he cares about you guys a lot!"

"I kill you!"

Xia Chuan, who was standing by, heard the news of his father Xia Ding's death from the monster's mouth. He immediately lost control and rushed towards the monster with his bare hands.

Xia Hong was quick to stop him. "Calm down!"

It would be a lie to say that Xia Hong didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

The problem is that now, there is no time to feel bad.

The two "Xia Dings" had already surrounded them, and the twenty-four members of the logging team followed behind them with expressionless faces, obviously planning to take action.

"Everyone, fight hard and there is still a way to survive!"

Xia Hong didn't hesitate, shouted angrily, and rushed forward.

Although he said this, Xia Hong was not sure in his heart.

With twenty-six lumberjack-level fighters and more than two hundred people in the camp, there is not much hope even if they fight desperately.

What's more, he knew nothing about the ghost who could only transform into Xia Ding.

The opponent must have more than just the ability to transform.

Could it be that it’s going to be gone just one month after coming here?
The answer is already out.

The people in the camp really followed him and rushed forward in an overwhelming manner.

But those two "Xia Dings" were almost defeated one by one with one punch.

In just a few moments, at least twenty people were killed.

Blood splattered and wailing was heard everywhere.

But after a while, the whole cave was filled with a strong smell of blood.

boom……

Xia Hong was kicked and flew into the cave wall, with blood gushing out of his mouth.

Looking at the bloody massacre in the cave, a deep despair rose in my heart.

During this month of traveling through time, he believed that he had been studying hard and was always thinking about how to improve his strength.

Because both his father Xia Ding and the previous members of the logging team were constantly reminding him that the world outside was dangerous.

But with the steady growth of his strength and the peaceful life in the cave, he gradually felt that this was just a colder world.

It was not until this moment that he truly realized:

The dangers of this world are far beyond imagination.

What he thought was his hard work was nothing in the face of the monster.

"Brother...save...me..."

Xia Chuan's hoarse and low sobs came into his ears.

Xia Hong turned his head to look, and suddenly his eyes were red with anger.

That "Xia Ding" had a sadistic smile on his face, and was pinching Xia Chuan's neck tightly, pressing him against the wall.

As if he was in a playful mood, he deliberately reduced his strength and did not break Xia Chuan's neck all at once. Instead, he slowly increased his strength, causing Xia Chuan to feel more suffocated and painful.

It has been a month since he traveled to this world. Because his father Xia Ding is often away, he only comes back at night, and even when he comes back, he doesn't talk much to him.

Therefore, Xia Hong's feelings for Xia Ding are not that deep.

On the contrary, he values ​​his younger brother Xia Chuan, with whom he lives day and night, more.

The strange hand exerted more and more force, Xia Chuan's throat was constantly squeezed, blood gradually seeped out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his expression became more and more ferocious.

At this moment, Xia Hong no longer had any fear of death. He only hated his own incompetence and had a strong desire for power.

If only I could be a little stronger, a little stronger...

The massacre in the cave was still going on, and there were already fifty or sixty corpses lying on the ground.

Many people were running frantically towards the cave entrance, but they were far inferior to the enemy in terms of speed and strength, and were often killed before they reached the cave entrance.

[Suffering devastating damage, the camp system is being rebuilt, and a small fire pit for primary buildings is given as a gift. Please check it out.]

Just then, a voice came into my mind.

Xia Hong felt that in his two lifetimes, he had never heard such a beautiful voice.

(End of this chapter)