Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 840 Wolf Spirit Hunt - Death Elimination
The wind and snow were like a roaring beast, tearing at the ridge of Changbai Mountain. At the wind gap between the two mountains, the gale swirled snow and sand, turning the world into a chaotic mess and reducing visibility to less than ten meters.

A group of more than fifty explorers were making their way forward with difficulty. They were riding in the local horse-drawn sleds, each pulled by a single horse, trudging through knee-deep snow.

At the head of the group, the guide, well past fifty, squinted his eyes, stung by the wind and snow, and occasionally turned back to count the number of people. His weathered face was etched with worry—he hadn't expected to encounter such terrible weather at this time of year; such strong winds were undoubtedly a gamble with their lives.

But the people behind him, who called themselves "mountain climbing clubs," were generous and had a fierce look on their faces, with bulging pockets, clearly not ordinary mountain climbing enthusiasts.

"Guys, at this rate, how long will it take to get through the wind gap?" a middle-aged man who seemed to be the team leader asked loudly, his voice almost swallowed up by the howling wind.

"If all goes well, we'll reach the abandoned outpost in another hour!" the guide said, wiping the ice from his face. "But the weather's terrible, and I have a feeling something's not going to happen tonight."

Before the words were finished, a wolf's howl that resounded through the heavens and earth suddenly came from afar, its whistling sound piercing through the wind and snow, clearly reaching everyone's ears. The sound was long and eerie, carrying a certain indescribable feeling that made everyone's heart tighten.

The horses at the front of the procession immediately became restless, pacing anxiously, their nostrils flared, puffing out puffs of white breath. Several people responsible for driving the sleds quickly pulled on the reins and whispered to soothe the frightened animals.

"It's wolves howling!" The guide's face turned deathly pale. "Judging from the sound, there are probably at least twenty of them!"

The team leader squinted, looking in the direction of the sound, a disdainful smile playing on his lips: "Twenty wolves are nothing to be alarmed about? There are over fifty of us, are we afraid of these beasts?"

He glanced back at the ranks, and his men knowingly touched the weapons at their waists—there were not only machetes and axes, but also several homemade guns they had hoarded.

"Keep going!" the leader ordered. "Let's get through the wind gap in one go and rest at the outpost!"

The guide hesitated, then finally sighed heavily. He keenly sensed that the wolf howl he had just heard was different from that of an ordinary snow wolf; it carried a chilling power. But looking at this group of stubborn "mountain climbing enthusiasts," he knew that persuasion was useless.

The group continued their arduous journey through the wind and snow, but no one noticed that on the hillside to their right, a pair of eerie green eyes were coldly watching them.

High on the hillside, a gigantic wolf spirit stood proudly in the wind and snow, its fur billowing in the gale like a magnificent silver cloak. Most chilling of all were its eyes—a ghostly green like will-o'-the-wisps, their pupils gleaming with the wisdom of humankind.

Around the wolf spirit, more than thirty strong snow wolves lay quietly in the snow, their eyes bright and their muscles taut, waiting for the wolf spirit's command.

The wolf spirit looked down at the group below the mountain, its eerie green eyes flashing with intense, ferocious, and chilling killing intent. It slowly opened its mouth, revealing its hideous fangs, and let out a low growl.

As if receiving a silent command, the wolves, which had been lying quietly, instantly rose to their feet. They dispersed silently along the hillside in small groups, like well-trained soldiers.

Several squads quickly circled around to the rear of the column, preparing to cut off their retreat; the rest dispersed to the flanks, forming a pincer movement.

These dire wolves moved swiftly and efficiently, their teamwork impeccable, clearly indicating this wasn't their first time hunting like this. They moved almost silently across the snow, the only sound being the occasional soft thud of their footsteps, which was quickly drowned out by the wind.

Half an hour later, a scream suddenly came from behind the expedition team: "Wolves! Wolves behind us!"

A commotion broke out in the group as everyone turned to look, only to see six enormous snow wolves appear about fifty meters behind them. They followed at a leisurely pace, neither attacking nor leaving, like shepherd dogs herding sheep.

The guide and the tour leader's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

"Damn it, we've entered a wolf ambush!" the guide exclaimed, his voice trembling. "These wolves are here to cut off our retreat; they're forcing us to move forward!"

The team leader then realized the seriousness of the situation. He quickly scanned his surroundings and discovered that wolves had appeared on the hillsides on both sides. They moved like ghosts in the wind and snow, their green eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"Damn it, everyone stop!" the leader ordered immediately. "Have the horses in the middle, don't scare them! Take the sleds off and put them in front, everyone move closer and form a circle!"

Under the leader's command, the team quickly sprang into action. Although these tomb raiders were panicked, they were all seasoned veterans who had seen it all, and they quickly formed a makeshift defensive perimeter according to instructions.

The horses were driven to the center, and the sleds were dismantled and piled up around the perimeter as obstacles. Everyone pulled out their weapons—long knives, daggers, ice axes, and entrenching tools—which gleamed coldly in the snow.

"Get everything that can burn and pile it up, then light a fire!" the guide hurriedly added. "Wolves are afraid of fire; they won't dare approach easily if there's a fire!"

The group hurriedly piled up spare wood, and even some snow sled parts, doused them with kerosene, and lit several fires. The leaping flames burned stubbornly in the wind and snow, temporarily dispelling some of the chill and giving them a sense of security. Just as the defensive perimeter was taking shape, pairs of green eyes lit up on the surrounding hillsides. More than thirty snow wolves emerged from their hiding places, approaching slowly from three directions in groups of three or five. The wolves had cleverly left an opening—directly leading to the avalanche zone.

"Have these beasts become sentient, leaving three sides open and one side closed?" the team leader muttered to himself, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

When the wolf spirit, which was over two meters tall, finally appeared, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the defensive perimeter.

"Look, what a huge wolf king!"

"My God—how could there be such a big wolf!"

"This...this is a wolf demon, isn't it?!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell, even the most experienced tomb raiders paled at the sight. The giant wolf was far larger than an ordinary snow wolf, and every step it took carried an invisible pressure. Its silver-gray fur gleamed eerily in the firelight.

What's most chilling is its gaze—not that of a wild beast, but a gaze full of wisdom and majesty, as if it could see into the very soul of every person.

"Mountain God! The Mountain God is angry!" The guide knelt down in the snow with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly towards the direction of the wolf spirit. "I have offended the Mountain God! Please, Mountain God, spare my life!"

As a mountain dweller who has made a living in Changbai Mountain for many years, the guide had heard too many legends about the "mountain god". Seeing such a huge wolf, he instinctively thought of the mountain god.

The team leader's face turned extremely ugly. He grabbed the terrified guide and said, "Don't talk nonsense! What mountain god! It's just a big beast! Everyone, hold your ground!"

However, the wolf spirit gave them no more time to prepare. It raised its head and let out a deafening howl. The sound was like a command, and the surrounding wolves immediately responded, their howls echoing through the canyon, forming a chilling symphony of death.

The horses surrounded in the center were the first to break down. A chestnut horse was the first to be startled; it reared up with a neigh and broke free of its reins. Immediately afterward, panic spread through the herd like a plague, and more and more horses began to become restless, snorting, kicking wildly, and charging recklessly at the crowd that was trying to stop them.

"Stop the horses! Stop them now!" the leader shouted hoarsely.

But it was too late. The frightened horses broke through the crowd's defenses like madmen, galloping wildly toward the gap left by the wolves—right in the direction of the wind.

Almost simultaneously, the wolf pack launched their attack.

More than thirty snow wolves pounced on the chaotic crowd from three directions like arrows released from a bow. Their figures moved with ghostly speed through the snowstorm, their sharp fangs gleaming coldly in the firelight.

"Fight!" The team leader brandished his machete and slashed at a snow wolf that pounced on him.

The bloody battle officially began on this snowy night. The wolf spirit, however, remained proudly standing, coldly observing this hunt whose outcome was already predetermined.

"call--"

"Comfortable--"

After dinner, and after chatting and joking with everyone for a while, Gao Dongxu unceremoniously took over the first night's use of the hot spring.

The hot spring pool was steaming with a hazy white mist, like a shy veil. Gao Dongxu, who was already soaking in the hot spring, withdrew his consciousness from the wolf spirit. The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a faint smile. In the misty steam, his outline looked somewhat unreal.

I believe that tonight, the group of people down the mountain will help them clear a safe path through the avalanche zone.

There were too many people going into the mountain, so some people had to be eliminated before reaching the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top.

Undoubtedly, the wolf pack summoned by the wolf spirit is the best selection tool. Of course, there is also the bear spirit. In this vast deep mountain, the wolf spirit and the bear spirit are the true rulers.

(End of this chapter)