"Dad, look, there's someone over there running in a t-shirt!"
"Nonsense, this is the far north. How can anyone be running outside in a t-shirt?" The man pulled the child into the house, saying, "Hurry inside, it's almost time to worship the Wrath of the North."
"But... Dad, there really is someone over there in a t-shirt! Look! He's getting close to the polar bears!"
The child tugged at his father's clothes and shouted, pointing into the distance.
"How is that possible..."
The father patiently looked over, and his words stopped abruptly the next second.
There was indeed a man, walking in the far north in just a t-shirt, and he was about to get close to the polar bears.
Those polar bears were all going to worship the Wrath of the North. What was he going to do? Was he going with the polar bears?
"Dad, isn't he cold?"
The child blinked. Young as he was, he couldn't understand why someone would wear a t-shirt in the far north.
"Perhaps he's also going to worship the Wrath of the North." The father said after a moment of silence. Not only his child couldn't understand, but he also couldn't understand what kind of person could walk in an environment of minus thirty to forty degrees Celsius wearing a t-shirt.
He looked like he wasn't affected by the temperature at all, handling it with ease.
"Is the Wrath of the North that powerful?"
The child blinked.
"Powerful... because he's a demon."
The father stared at the man following the polar bears towards the far north.
He felt he had to stop this man and tell him what kind of existence the Wrath of the North was in the far north.
Once one begins to worship the Wrath of the North, it means making a deal with a demon. Everything will be taken away, be it your life or anything else.
Moreover, once you start worshipping, just like these polar bears, you can never stop.
"Stay in the room, I'll go and see." The father put down the child, put on a thick padded coat, rushed out of the house, and sped towards the man in the t-shirt on his motorcycle.
Lin Xiao suddenly noticed someone approaching as he walked.
It was generally difficult to encounter local indigenous people in the far north, unless it was during hunting season.
Is this person coming alone to hunt? Is he going to face two hundred polar bears by himself?
That's a bit reckless, isn't it? He's probably here to die rather than hunt.
"You there! Don't follow them! It's dangerous!"
The man on the sled shouted loudly.
However, his words were incomprehensible to Lin Xiao.
"Hurry! It's very dangerous here! That's the Wrath of the North. Once you get close, you'll never have a chance to leave!" The man quickly stopped his motorcycle, wanting to pull Lin Xiao away from here, but he found he couldn't move Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao stared at him. He had thought the Inuit people were white, but it turned out they had yellow skin like himself.
He shook his head and said, "I have something to do. You don't need to worry."
Although he didn't understand what the man was saying, he could see the urgency on his face. He was worried about him.
"You're not from here?"
The man looked at Lin Xiao in astonishment. That strange pronunciation sounded like the language of Long Country?
How could a person from Long Country be here?
Lin Xiao gave him a thumbs-up and pointed to himself.