The recovery time for snow blindness was one to three days. If I got this here, I wouldn't only die earlier than Poker-Face, but I would also die miserably.

What was I looking for?

I closed my eyes and felt extremely depressed. f.u.c.k, the last time I came here, it was full of gloomy snow clouds so I didn't have a chance to encounter this problem, and didn't prepare myself this time. But who would've thought this would happen? This time, I really f.u.c.king killed myself.

Snow blindness was a very strange disease, which was generally believed to be a symptom of temporary blindness caused by intense light stimulation of the retina. After a few days rest, the eyesight would recover by itself, but those who had experienced snow blindness before would suffer even worse if they didn't pay attention. Repeated snow blindness would gradually weaken one's eyesight, causing long-term eye diseases and even permanent blindness in severe cases.

When walking in snow, you usually wore goggles or sungla.s.ses to relieve and prevent such a thing from occurring.

Another study by Americans, however, showed that snow blindness was actually caused by excessive tension in the eyes due to the fact that they couldn't find a focused object in the snow (only pure white can be seen on snowy mountains at many times). Snow blindness rarely occurred suddenly and violently, but once symptoms appeared, you couldn't use your eyes again until they had time to rest.

In other words, according to my current situation, it was estimated that it would take me twelve hours before I could continue to use my eyes with confidence. During this period, I had to also be very careful when using my eyes intermittently. This meant that I was stuck here for a long time.

I felt extremely depressed when I thought about it. Why was it smooth sailing when I came here, but now it had become such a trial? If something had happened to me when I came, Poker-Face may have had to send me back.

I should've found a reason to cripple myself a few days ago.

I was just thinking of sulking, when suddenly I felt a looseness under my b.u.t.t and the whole snowy slope I was sitting on slipped down.

It was absolutely impossible to stop sliding down the slope and I couldn't react at all. I only felt that I had been spinning and sliding all the way and my hands scrabbled around aimlessly. At this time, it was impossible to close my eyes. I inserted my hand deeply into the snow several times, trying to stop myself by relying on resistance, but every time I inserted it, it only made a bigger block of snow slide.

I screamed and rolled all the way down the hillside. I knew it was a very steep cliff, with a drop of at least 30 meters. Even if there was snow below, I would never be safe.

In the past, I might have accepted death, but now I couldn't. I grabbed everywhere in horror, but I slid off the cliff and fell into the air in an instant.

When I rolled off the cliff and fell down six or seven meters, I found everything around me turned into slow motion, and I could see all the snow that followed after me. It was coming in all kinds of strange trajectories.

Then I landed on my back in the snow.

Falling into a piece of cotton-like snow from a place thirty meters high was a very enjoyable thing to think about. I didn't even know how deep I fell into the snow, but I knew that there must be a pit shaped like a human body, and the posture must be very strange.

The snow here was especially soft, and after falling, countless pieces rolled off the edge and hit me in the face.

My head was covered to death, but fortunately, I didn't feel like I hit something hard when I fell. If there were a stone or two in the snow, I would definitely not feel like this.

I pulled the snow off my face and climbed up, leaning my head out of the pit. I was about to swear when I suddenly felt something above me. I looked up and saw at a glance that the snowy slope I had just fallen down had all slipped off the cliff.

That shadow was the snowy slope. Looking at the trajectory, I estimated that a ton of snow would directly hit me on the face and force me back into the pit.

The broken snow was like sand and immediately blocked everything around me, including my nose and mouth.

I struggled hard and found that the snow on top was extremely thick like dirt, burying me. No matter how I pulled, I couldn't find a place to get out.

I couldn't hold my breath any longer and began to breathe, but every breath was a mouthful of ice. There were two big differences between snow and water: snow wasn't solid, and there would be countless small s.p.a.ces in the middle that were filled with air. I twisted my head, compressed a small s.p.a.ce, and immediately took a few breaths. Although I wasn't so worried, I still felt extremely stuffy in my chest and dizzy.

Just when I was on the verge of despair, I suddenly heard something outside and then my restless hand was grabbed and I was pulled out of the snow pit. I gasped and saw Poker-Face grab my back collar and yank me out of the snow.

My eyes were still pink and quite fuzzy. When I looked at him, I felt angry and asked him, “Why are you back?”

He looked at me, then at the cliff overhead and said to me, “I heard your cry for help.”

It wasn't surprising that he could hear my voice when I was in the air. My heart said: “d.a.m.n it, at that time I was greeting your ancestors.” I got up, squinted around, and was somewhat moved when I immediately realized that he must've jumped from a height of thirty meters.

He still came back. I suddenly wondered if he had been enlightened. Was this a chance given to me by heaven to persuade him? His return showed that he was still attached to the world.

But he spoke before I could say anything.

“Come with me.” Poker-Face said, “This is a dead valley. More snow will fall down and go to the center.” He pointed around and it was then that I found that this place was surrounded by cliffs more than thirty meters high. I couldn't help but scold darkly.

I looked around and found that there was no way out. Then I saw Poker-Face clutching his hand.

He was expressionless, but his hand was squeezing his wrist tightly. I hurriedly asked him, “What's the matter? Are you hurt?" He said flatly: “It's all right. I had the injury before I came here, but it didn't get better.” I breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to help him with his backpack but he blocked me with his hand. I immediately saw it was bent at a particularly strange angle and knew with a single glance that it was broken.

I couldn't help but frown: “Your hand—what? It seems to be broken?"

Poker-Face said: “I broke it before I came to see you. It had recovered a little, but when I jumped down just now, I moved it too much.”

I stared for a long time and couldn't help but laugh.

It was beyond my expectation that things had suddenly developed to this point.

We were trapped now. I had the early symptoms of snow blindness, the weather was getting worse and worse, and Poker-Face broke his wrist to save me. I had few choices now.

If I couldn't accompany him out, then I could only walk with him until he decided to knock me out. Otherwise, it really didn't make sense.

A broken wrist was very painful. I looked at my equipment and tried to find something useful to give Poker-Face first aid. Fortunately, nothing was broken and the backpack and food were in good condition. Some things were thrown out while I was rolling and couldn't be found since they were buried in the snow, but the most important compressed food was still there. I found a snowy slope and broke off two icicles to act as fixtures so I could splint Poker-Face's wrist. The wind wasn't particularly strong here, but s...o...b..a.l.l.s were blown down from time to time and hit us on the head, which hurt a lot. If there were any s...o...b..a.l.l.s that were a little bigger or contained ice, they would probably injure us.

After I finished helping him, I said, “No matter what you're going to do, you have to first find a place. But in your current situation, you may die on the way. I think you'd better go back to recover first. We might as well go back together."

He shook his head and said silently, “This is a small matter. Please go.”

I said: “You broke your hand to save me. If this causes your final plan to fail, I'll feel bad. So I have to go with you.”

He said: “Then I'll use the method I said last night.”

“That's fine, whatever you want. If you really knock me out, I have nothing to say, but I hope you know that if you need someone to accompany you to the end, I won't refuse.” I said, “I want to go with you. It's my own decision, so you don't have to worry about it.”

There was nothing more to say. Poker-Face had said so much to me that I didn't think there was anything more he could do about it. We were silent for a moment and then moved on. When walking to the center of the valley, Poker-Face said: “The first snowstorm will come in three days. If we can't reach the hot spring from before, we'll both die here. If you go back from here, you'll soon be able to return to your world."

Poker-Face was trying to tell me that even if I wanted to accompany him, things weren't as easy as I thought. But I had already made up my mind and would no longer listen to, or even think about, the rationality of his words. I said, “Then I'll go too. This was my own idea." I sorted all the equipment so he would have to carry less weight, but he took over his own equipment and didn't ask me to split it. Instead, he carried it on his shoulder. His equipment wasn't much, but it was quite heavy and clearly weighed on him.

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