The mountains were even steeper.
Climbing these mountains was like climbing from the back of a chicken to the crown. This was already difficult.
When one grabbed the crevice with their hands and feet and moved bit by bit, a group of roosters would suddenly pounce on them.
Once he struggled and let go, all his previous efforts would be wasted. He would roll back to the foot of the mountain. Not only would his bones be broken and his muscles broken, but he would also have to start all over again.
If he did not wave his hands to drive them away, these golden chickens were not to be trifled with.
They would flap their wings and pounce over, using their sharp claws and sharp mouths to peck at the ghosts' faces.
They would peck away your eyeballs, lips, nose, ears, and even… some important organs.