Chapter 1869 Entangled (4)

With her good night vision, she squinted and could see the cavern's walkway narrowing all the time.

As far as that far away, it is so narrow that there is almost only a small crack.

With a human body shape, it is impossible to wear it.

Even for a bug as small as a fingernail, it may be difficult to pass through.

She clutched her wound and stared at it for a while.

It was too cold around, she didn't choose to stay for too long.

Continue to walk deep, facing the faint wind coming from nowhere.

The biting wind, like the bones of the cold and ruthless dead, skipped over her.

She hangs her big tail that cannot be retracted, and the warm blood flows drop by drop.

Holding on to his strength, he squeezed through the narrow aisle.

Finally, she couldn't go on any longer, so she changed

turned into a little firefly.

Immediately, he got into the narrow gap.

The light is faint.

"tick-"

"tick-"

"tick-"

The sound of dripping water is getting closer.

The slit that could only pass through a small bug has become open again.

The temperature inside is also lower.

It is so low that as long as an inch of warm skin is exposed, it will immediately condense into ice.

Even the blood seemed to stop flowing.

was completely frozen.

The little firefly that kept flying in mid-air flashed a white light.

The next second, the gauze skirt stained with blood fell to the ground.

Her bare feet stepped on the icy ground, and almost instantly, like a knife blade, was about to frostbite her delicate skin.

She hissed, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

Freezing is even more bone-chilling.

The injury made her fingers stiff.

The wound was almost torn open.

She immediately covered the wound in pain.

"tick-"

"tick-"

"tick-"

Still the sound of dripping water.

In such a place where even the breath would freeze into ice, for some reason, there was always the sound of dripping water.

It has always been there, as if it is not affected by such a temperature.

The slender body of the injured man who fell and sat on the ice was trembling uncontrollably.

It's really too cold, even if she can resist freezing, such a temperature is a bit unbearable.

The pain from the wound came, accompanied by the cold air entering the body.

Her cheeks became paler, almost transparent.

Looked up and looked around.

Through that slit, here...

Nothing at all.

A confined space, a bare piece.

In addition to the ice everywhere, there is nothing else.

There is no exit as expected, and there is no flowing water.

Empty, only ice.

The ice here, as if it had been carefully crafted by people, gathered high and turned into a high platform made of ice cones.

The sound of water droplets seems to be coming from above.

The overly pale beauty with her exquisite little face raised her head as she clutched her wound.

The tip of his nose moved.

The two pointed fox ears were frozen and trembling badly.

She sat there, still silent.

Enduring it, stepping barefoot on the icy ice.

The terrifying low temperature could almost destroy her feet.

She pursed her lips tightly, covered her wound, and dragged her long snow-colored skirt.

With some difficulty, he grabbed the ice sculpture.

Using it as a handrail, supporting her so that she can see the things on the high platform.

That is

An egg.

It was pitch black, about the size of a human head.

There are dark golden lines growing on it.

is like a symbol, but also like a spell.

(end of this chapter)