Chapter 1869 Tangled (4)
With her good night vision, she squinted and could see that the walkways of the cave were getting narrower.
Until that far away, it was almost only a small gap.
It's impossible for a human body to fit through it.
Even an insect as tiny as a fingernail would have difficulty getting through.
She covered the wound and looked at it intently for a while.
It was too cold, so she didn't choose to stay too long.
Continue walking deeper, facing the slightest hint of wind coming from nowhere.
The biting wind passed over her like the cold and heartless bones of the dead.
She hung her big tail that couldn't be retracted, and her warm blood flowed drop by drop.
Use your strength to squeeze through the narrow aisle.
Finally, she couldn't go on anymore, so she changed herself——
Turned into a little firefly.
Immediately, he got into the narrow gap.
A faint light appeared.
"Tick-tock——"
"Tick-tock——"
"Tick-tock——"
The sound of dripping water was getting closer.
The slit, through which only a small insect could pass, became wider again.
The temperature inside is also cooler.
So low that as long as an inch of warm skin is exposed, it will immediately condense into ice cubes.
Even the blood seemed to stop flowing.
Completely frozen.
The little fireflies that kept flying in mid-air suddenly appeared with white light.
The next second, the gauze skirt stained with blood fell to the ground.
Her bare feet stepped on the ice-filled ground, almost instantly, like a knife blade, frostbitten her delicate skin.
She hissed, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
Freezing is even more piercing.
It hurt her fingers to the point of freezing.
The wound almost tore open.
She was so painful that she immediately covered the wound.
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"Tick-tock——"
"Tick-tock——"
"Tick-tock——"
Still the sound of dripping water.
In a place where even your breath is frozen into ice, for some reason, there is always the sound of dripping water.
It's always been there, as if it's not affected by the temperature.
The injured man fell on the ice, his slender body shaking uncontrollably.
It was really too cold. Even if she could resist freezing, the temperature would be unbearable.
The pain from the wound came, accompanied by cold air entering the body.
Her cheeks became increasingly pale, almost transparent.
He raised his eyes and looked around.
Through that narrow gap, here...
Nothing at all.
A closed space, completely bare.
There is nothing but ice everywhere.
There was no expected exit and no flowing water.
Empty, just ice.
The ice here seemed to have been carefully crafted by someone. It gathered high and turned into a high platform composed of ice picks.
The sound of water dripping seemed to come from above.
The beauty, who was covering her wound and whose delicate little face was too pale, raised her head.
The tip of his nose moved.
The two pointed fox ears were frozen and shaking violently.
She sat there, still silent.
He endured it and stepped on the cold ice with his bare feet.
The terrifying low temperature could almost destroy her feet.
She pursed her lips tightly, covered the wound, and dragged her long snow-colored skirt.
With some difficulty, he caught the ice sculpture.
Use it as an armrest to hold her up so she can see what's on the high platform.
That is……
An egg.
It was dark and dark, almost the size of a human head.
There are dark golden lines growing on it.
Like a symbol, like a spell.