Hunter's Burial—— Under a gloomy sky, the mountains rolled continuously, covered in brilliant white snow, resembling a herd of pure white giants lying dormant across a vast and boundless wilderness. The cold wind howled, tearing its voice, while dark clouds shielded the slight warmth of the sun. The frost-covered, verdant pines stood proudly against the wind, like rows of valiant guards silently protecting this bitterly cold land. "Pat, pat!" A pair of reindeer slowly approached from the horizon, like a line of brown musical notes dancing on white paper, drawing nearer and nearer. "Puff, puff," a plump grey rabbit foraged near the reindeer in a pile of snow, joyfully bouncing around. In the bushes, a hunter, his stomach empty for days, rubbed his neck and warmed his palms before quietly raising his crossbow to aim at the grey rabbit—dinner was finally in sight. "Snap!" The arrow missed; the startled rabbit darted away. Reluctantly, the hunter chased after it but had only run a few steps when suddenly the ground beneath him gave way, and he fell into an ice hole covered by deep snow! This fall nearly knocked the breath out of him. Enduring the pain, he warily looked around. When he saw the terrain clearly, he was utterly astonished—inside the ice hole was pure and flawless, crystal clear as if stars had fallen from the sky, shining with an unparalleled brilliant light. "My God, what is this? It's so beautiful," the hunter exclaimed in his heart, wondering if he had accidentally discovered the legendary treasure of the mountain god. Unable to resist, he reached out to touch it, only to find his fingers covered with a layer of white frost. What's happening? Why can't I lift my hands or feet? The scene before his eyes began to blur, and the hunter felt dizzy. A grey fog appeared from nowhere, swirling and twisting around him like countless chains tightly binding him, locking him in place!His skin gradually lost all sensation, as if it no longer belonged to him. Realizing something terrible was happening, the hunter struggled in pain, but it was futile. As the snow flew and the wind raged—unknown to anyone, deep in the snowy mountains, the poor hunter became forever a part of the mountain god's treasure.