Sister: "This relic is called the 'Shadow of Death', and it has certain consciousness. You are the first person to step on its shadow, and it will recognize you as its master before the end of your life."
Bai Muchuan: "What's the use of it?"
As he spoke, the shadow behind him twisted, and another shadow separated from Bai Muchuan's original shadow outline. That shadow could be completely separated from his shadow.
The sickle projected by the dark shadow of Death on the wall was magnified due to the distance of the light source. It swung the sword gently, and the last candle was extinguished.
"Can the shadow of the God of Death physically attack?" Bai Muchuan's thoughts changed, and the shadow merged into his own shadow again, "He is separated from my shadow, and he can have one more helper."
He tried to control the black shadow of death, making it completely invisible in his shadow. When he raised his hand, he seemed to be holding a disembodied sickle. A faint black smoke passed between Bai Muchuan's fingers. He waved the sickle, and to outsiders it seemed like he was just slashing at the air——
"boom--!"
All the candles were cut off, leaving a circle of sickle marks on the wall.
My sister was a little proud: "With it, it will be much easier to kill Guan Zhu."
"Thank you." Bai Muchuan thanked him sincerely, the shadows under his feet tangled up in a ball, "The process didn't seem to be as difficult as I thought."
My sister laughed: "The real danger is when you go up here. Even if you get the shadow of death, if you can't get out, you will be trapped here forever."
There was ice and snow a hundred meters deep above him, and he would definitely not be able to climb up: "Is there any other exit here?"
"Yes." His sister pointed out a path to him. "You have to go this way, but it is very, very cold. You are not the first person to know the shadow of death, because those people were frozen when walking through the Serra Icefield. He died, so the dark shadow of death is back here.”
Some people who were desperate or had fallen accidentally discovered this place, but they failed to take away the shadow of death. Those who were lucky and had perseverance might walk a hundred meters, while those who were unlucky froze just after walking a few meters. , letting the wind bury him in the snow.
Bai Muchuan covered it with his palm and touched a layer of transparent barrier. From here, he could go out across the Serra Icefield and walk back to the place where he came in.
He stepped out. The biting cold wind outside was like a knife, and the down jacket on his body was useless. The coldness penetrated into his heart from the soles of his feet.
His heart twitched in the coldness, and every step Bai Muchuan took was heavy. As soon as he took a step despite the strong wind, he was stung by a hard lump under his feet. His fingers were so cold that they could break with a snap. The heavy snow blinded his eyes and he had to squat on the ground.
Sister: "The hard lump under your feet is a piece of solid ice, and a person who died here before was frozen in it."
"...How far have I come?"
This cold and windy road was extremely long, as if there was no end no matter how hard we walked.
"It's only been five minutes and you've walked 2.02 meters."
2.02m!
Bai Muchuan suddenly felt sleepy, but in the next second he suddenly opened his eyes, which were about to close, and stared at the invisible road ahead in the heavy snow: "Did they die like this before? They gradually became sleepy, and then fell asleep in the snow, and finally It turned into such an ice sculpture buried under its feet."
The violent wind blocked Bai Muchuan's hearing. He now thought of a person who had lost his sight and hearing, walking confusedly in the white mist.
He recalled the route he had taken, calculated in his mind how many angles he should take in the correct direction, took a step forward, and then walked on without hesitation.
"Keep going, this is the right path." At this time, his sister could not give him any help except words, but this was enough.
The only one he can rely on is himself.
4m, three minutes.
He stumbled over another ice sculpture, a fifth of which was still exposed: an outstretched hand holding a faded eternal flower. The edge of the petals is slightly everted, but otherwise it looks very vivid.
5.6m……
Bai Muchuan's legs were walking mechanically, and for a moment he was brought back to the day when death was approaching. He crawled into the school gate with scars, and was finally tied to the operating table and allowed to be slaughtered.
He slapped crushed ice on his face with both hands to keep himself awake. My sister was a little worried: "How about we go back, go inside the barrier, and try again later, brother?"
"...No." He no longer bent down, but stood firm in the deep snow and took off his down jacket. "It's a bit inconvenient to wear too much."
Then he started running.
The snowflakes cut through his skin like sharp knives, and as soon as the blood seeped out a little, it was restored under the action of [flesh and blood regeneration]. These knives floating in the sky greatly increased the obstacles to moving forward. Even standing where he was, he felt like he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
The functions of his body prompted the skin tissue to continuously regenerate and heal, and the skin on his hands, feet, and torso quickly became smooth and new, but the pain was real, and the holes in his clothes reminded him that all of this was real.
