Chapter 146

"Is there anyone who can save them? I don't think these three brothers have reached the point of being heinous villains; can anyone save them?"

"Can't save them, goodbye! These three are now pure human-shaped pollution sources. Can you be sure there is no 'Containment-009' in the gas they exhale? Anyone who knows about 'Red Ice' wouldn't dare go near them; I'm afraid that if you're not careful, you'll be contaminated!"

"There's no saving them. The only way to remove 'Red Ice' contamination is to remove all the water molecules from their bodies... it would be better to just kill them; at least it would be less painful."

"I'm curious, why isn't it our water contaminating the 'Red Ice'? Instead, it's the 'Red Ice' contaminating our water? Is our water not good enough?"

"Good question. I appoint you as 'Normal Ice That Can Contaminate Red Ice'; now go and deal with 'Containment-009'!"

"Whether it's the Foundation, the company, or some other major power, why don't they just quickly send a team to seal that pile of stuff in a metal box?"

"I think we should try matter-antimatter annihilation to make 'Containment-009' disappear from this universe entirely!"

The process of dealing with the bear was not as smooth as imagined.

"Third Brother" paused, gritted his teeth, and turned his neck somewhat stiffly to look at the two people beside him who were still busy dismembering the carcass.

Since just a moment ago, he had had a feeling that something was not quite right.

There was a slight but distinct stinging sensation coming from inside his body, tormenting his nerves.

It was different from the soreness of overexertion or the sharp pain after a collision.

This feeling was like having many wooden splinters stuck in his body; it came in waves and was incredibly unbearable.

But he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, he had fought that beast head-on once and then crashed into a tree, so it was inevitable that he would be injured.

Having this kind of strange pain could be considered normal.

But this abnormal feeling did indeed slow him down; a few days ago, he could have finished this kind of work all by himself.

He stopped for a moment and caught his breath.

He pulled a flask from his waist, poured it into his mouth, and used the alcohol to numb his nerves.

Then.

He informed his two companions about his physical discomfort.

"... That's the situation; I suspect I injured something earlier."

"Also, it's getting late. How about we find a wind-sheltered place, set up a camp, and continue cleaning this up tomorrow?"

The "Eldest Brother" listened, wiped the red "blood water" off his dagger, and began to ponder.

Ever since they saw this pool of red water and hunted this bear.

He had always had a vague sense of unease, as if they had overlooked something.

And strangely.

His hands, he didn't know how, were covered with a layer of white frost, and his skin was stinging as if it had been cut by many small blades.

Perhaps it was really too cold?

But they hadn't had this situation when they processed prey before.

He couldn't figure it out.

"Eldest Brother" put on his gloves and sighed:

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"This is troublesome..."

The white vapor blown from his mouth and nose turned into tiny ice crystals as soon as it left his body and disappeared.

Leaving Belobog and coming to the wilderness to survive, the first difficulty one needs to face is the bone-chilling cold.

Especially when there are wounded in the team, it is necessary to build a shelter, chop wood, and light a campfire at an earlier point in time.

Once night falls, the temperature on the ice sheet will drop even further.

Exposed to that temperature, even a bear with thick skin and long fur could be frozen to death alive.

In addition.

The distance from here to their camp is far more than six kilometers.

With wounded in the team, dragging a bear, wanting to reach the camp before nightfall.

It is completely impossible.

Unless they abandon these hundreds of pounds of meat.

But that would only make their future days even more difficult.

While the wounded is recovering, only two people in their small team can go out hunting.

So much meat cannot be wasted.

After thinking it over.

For now, they can only find a place to set up camp here.

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"Eldest Brother" leaned on his long knife, looking around, searching for a suitable wind-sheltered harbor.

Suddenly, he noticed something reflecting light not far away.

It seemed to be glass.

And glass meant abandoned buildings, meant a ready-made shelter.

In ancient legends, before the cold wave descended, the humans of this world had already completed their ascension and become a race among the stars.

Their ancestors could change the landscape, adjust river channels, and move mountains and fill seas; they were capable of anything.

"Eldest Brother" was not interested in these past legends, but he was very interested in the ancient buildings that remained from the prosperous era.

They often had complex structures, with a large amount of wooden furniture inside, as well as some fabrics frozen stiff.

These things could be used to build a temporary camp and also as fuel for them to keep warm.

As long as they found such a place, they could even let "Third Brother" recover here until he was fully healed!

"Eldest Brother" pointed there excitedly, as if he saw warm firelight, oily bear meat, and soft, comfortable ancient clothing.

"Let's go there!"

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Behind the ancient long table, Fu Xuan confirmed the hexagram several times, spread her hands, and shook her head.

The paper in front of her was filled with various symbols and drawn with the steps of interpreting the hexagram.

For someone like Fu Xuan who could be called a master of the Dao.

Writing down this process was roughly equivalent to a high school senior reciting the multiplication table while doing calculations.

But she wrote it anyway.

Because the current situation was too bizarre: