Chapter 192 Snow House Girl
Behind him, the howling of the jackals continued, mournful and shrill, making people feel terrified.

Mantou ran along the deep path in the valley, accelerated to shake off the pursuers behind him, came to an open area, and finally escaped breathlessly.

"Huh, huh..."

"This is really strange. Where did all these gnolls come from? They are all mutants."

Mantou raised his head and saw an exquisite wooden house suddenly appearing on the hillside of the snow-capped peak. The roof made of rolled logs was covered with thick white snow, and a gentle firelight shone through the window.

"This is where?"

Mantou moved closer with some curiosity.

He knew that there must be something fishy about encountering such a wooden house in the remote mountains, but for a player, it was impossible to leave such a place alone without cleaning it out.

"Never mind! Let's talk about it after we go inside!"

Mantou gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

With a slight "creak" sound, Mantou gently pushed open the wooden door and entered the wooden house.

The interior of the house is quite warm, with soft fur sofas, exquisite woven carpets, and the crackling sound of firewood in the fireplace.

The table was filled with milk, bread, fruit and other delicacies, as well as silver spoons and even exquisite ornaments, which were in stark contrast to the barren snow-capped mountains outside.

"How can there be such a place in this mountain..."

Mantou muttered to himself and looked around, but found no clues.

"Guests from afar, it's not polite to come uninvited--"

A beautiful female voice sounded.

Mantou quickly turned around and saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old pushing open the wooden door and walking into the main room.

She had a neat ponytail and was holding a cup of steaming tea in her slender hands. There was a hint of playfulness on her pretty face that was full of kindness.

She put the hot tea on the table and winked at the steamed buns slyly.

"It's cold outside. Please have a cup of hot tea to warm your stomach."

"By the way, my name is Valena, and I'm the daughter of the owner of this cabin."

Mantou was a little flattered. He stared at the girl's beautiful big eyes, nodded repeatedly, picked up the cup of hot tea and drank it. Fortunately, his red dragon blood made him not afraid of the heat at all.

"Ah, thank you."

"My name is Mantou."

He rashly put the tea on the table and answered.

"Your name is really... a little strange."

Valena stared at Mantou with a smile until his already red dragon cheeks turned even redder, and even white smoke came out of the surface of his skin.

After several failed online romances, Mantou thought he had become as firm as a rock. He hadn't felt such a throbbing heart for a long time - "Mom, I'm in love!" Unexpectedly, he was disturbed by the beautiful NPC in "Erezaigai".

Mantou thought to himself, "Mantou, Mantou, that's a virtual character! How can you be so obsessed with fake beauty! This is an NPC!"

Valena put on a deliberately puzzled look on her face.

"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, no, I didn't..."

Mantou stammered, looking a little embarrassed.

Valena burst out laughing.

"Don't be nervous."

Her big eyes were still staring at the steamed buns.

"I should be the one who is nervous. This place is sparsely populated and there are very few visitors. You are the only one in recent years. I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time." A trace of apology appeared on Valena's delicate face.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I grew up in this cabin and have never been out. I can only learn about the outside world through the travelers who pass by."

"So - can you tell me about what's going on out there? Just for a moment, okay?"

The girl's earnest tone made Mantou feel that he could not refuse at all, and he could not help but touch the tip of his nose.

"Ah, ah... of course."

Mantou was a little nervous at first and spoke stutteringly, but as he drank the tea, his speech became more fluent and an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.

"We call this place the Khalkha Mountains. To the south is the Storm Peak, a beautiful place with ogres, goblins, kobolds and other residents. Further south is the Northland, where humans like you have built beautiful cities and worked hard..."

"Ah? A city?"

"Yes, the city, it's a nice place, many people live there..."

The firewood in the fireplace burned quietly. Mantou and the girl sat on the soft fur sofa and talked all night long.

As they chatted, the girl leaned on Mantou's arms, her eyes full of admiration and longing.

"The world you describe is truly beautiful..."

Mantou's cheeks suddenly felt hot and he didn't know what to do. He could only sit there stiffly and try to change the subject.

"Valena, why do you live here all the time?"

The girl raised her head and stared into his eyes without hesitation: "My father is right here, I want to stay with him all the time."

"Valena, you must feel lonely staying here..."

Mantou stroked the girl's head with some heartache, and Valena lay obediently in his arms.

"Take another sip of tea, Brother Mantou. After you finish your tea, you can tell me the next story.

The girl in his arms whispered softly.

Mantou obeyed subconsciously, picked up the cup and wanted to drink the tea in one gulp.

"Mantou! You're under an illusion!"

"Open your eyes and show me again!"

A familiar voice sounded, it was Singo, who broke this rare tender moment.

Mantou suddenly woke up as if from a dream, and dropped the glass cup in his hand to the ground, spilling the remaining tea all over the floor.

"Crack!"

"what!"

Mantou was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground and crawled backwards on all fours.

He looked around. This was not a cozy wooden house at all, but a cold metal chamber. There were even bloodstains on it.

He was indeed holding a human-shaped "girl" in his arms, but it turned out to be just a part of a monster, sewn onto the twisted and squirming piece of flesh.

The body was huge and twisted, like a defective product made of messy flesh and blood. The surface was covered with sparse white scales, but there were still large areas of exposed flesh and blood. The lush hair on the top of the head hung down, making it look disgusting and ugly.

It had bat-like wing bones on its back, but the wing membrane was tattered and looked like corroded rags.

What was on the ground was not steaming tea, but an unknown liquid emitting mist.

"Valena" seemed to have not yet realized that her true identity had been revealed. Her multi-petal mouth, which was like a crack in the flesh, had rows of sharp teeth wriggling inside, and her lips were slightly fluttering:

"Big brother, drink it quickly..."

"Then you can... continue telling me stories..."

(End of this chapter)