Chapter 257 The Inscription Skill of Chinese Characters

"What, what happened?" Ding Hao was disturbed by the sudden sound and finally woke up from the state of "forgetting himself".

As he looked up, Ding Hao could not help but be surprised.

Unconsciously, one day had passed quietly, and Ding Hao felt that it had only passed for a moment, but actually, it was already dusk. There was only half of the red sun hanging over the snowy mountains. The red sun colored the clouds red and the original white snow was covered with light red halos. They looked like flowing blood.

The fundamental lines were densely carved all over the snowfield of three square kilometers. It was hard to see the margin.

"I... have written so many of them?"

Even Ding Hao himself was a little shocked.

Ding Hao slightly moved his arms and then found a burst of numbness and pain from his forearms, upper arms, wrists, and fingers. He had in the high-intensity engraving of the lines for a whol