Chapter 149

Not only were there more wooden furniture here, but many clothes that couldn't be taken away were also thrown on the floor.

Regrettably, these clothes shattered as soon as they were pulled, and could only be used as fuel.

Holding the torch, he continued to go deeper.

"Eldest Brother" also found bookshelves filled with books.

Just like the situation with the clothes, these ancient collections were only in shape, scattering upon touch and breaking upon being picked up.

But compared to the shortage of fuel and the need to enter the ice sheet to chop wood.

Having these things was already a fruitful harvest!

Clara looked at the shattered books, feeling a bit heartbroken.

"Mr. Svarog, do you know what those books are?"

With the rampant spread of the cold wave and the slaughter of monsters, what Belobog lost was not only the technology of the past, but also that incredibly precious knowledge.

Perhaps Mr. Svarog's database contained this content, but if it was only stored in the database, that knowledge was still "dead".

Svarog was silent for a moment and gave the answer:

"Accessing database... retrieved 'Yarilo Past I: Three-Body Problem'. Classification: Children's Literature."

"Clara, I don't think you should break your routine; now, you should go to sleep."

"I will organize the remaining content for you."

Raised by a robot.

Clara's routine was also quite regular, at least in terms of her biological clock, she was like a precisely running machine.

Clara nodded, neither crying nor throwing a tantrum.

Although she still really wanted to save those three uncles.

But as Mr. Svarog said, being underground, they were powerless to do so.

And even in the upper district, it was impossible to risk being attacked by monsters and trek hundreds of kilometers to save three criminals.

According to Mr. Svarog, that was "a rational choice made by rational people; when they fled the upper district, they already knew their ending."

"Okay, Mr. Svarog, I'll go rest now."

Afterwards, she walked into the room barefoot.

Svarog continued to distinguish the information of those books:

"Accessing database... retrieved 'Young A-Bin'. Analysis result: Prohibited for Clara to understand before adulthood. Classification: Prohibited information."

After a while.

"Eldest Brother" returned with a pile of paper scraps and rags wrapped in his cloak; as soon as he entered the room, a hot wind blew in his face.

"Third Brother" was lying on the sofa, covered with a cloak, with his back to the fire, seemingly asleep.

And "Second Brother" had not returned yet.

"Eldest Brother" trotted all the way, sat down on the spot, and grabbed a handful of paper scraps and threw them into the fire.

The flames rose high, and the temperature in the room gradually increased.

This warmth was hard-won.

"Eldest Brother", however, felt that the state of his hands was getting worse and worse.

A severe pain and an unusual burning sensation came from his hands.

Why did the frostbite get worse after roasting by the fire?

And frostbite didn't feel like this either?

He hurriedly took off his gloves and looked towards the firelight.

But he saw.

The white frost that had covered his hands earlier had now turned into "red frost" all over his hands, just like his hands were frozen with blood.

What is this situation?!

"Fuck!"

"Eldest Brother" was terrified and hurriedly pushed "Third Brother's" shoulder, wanting to wake him up.

But after pushing two or three times, the other had no reaction at all.

He panicked.

"Palander!"

"Hey! Wake up! Hey! Wake up!"

An ominous premonition rose in his heart.

He turned "Third Brother" over so that the firelight could shine on his face.

Who knew, this look directly cost "Eldest Brother" half his life.

"Third Brother's" face and neck were wrapped in red ice, and red ice flowers grew and bloomed from his eyes, mouth, and nose.

Wasn't this red ice the same as the ice on his own hands?

His pupils dilated, he breathed heavily, his heart beat wildly, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

"Eldest Brother's" right hand trembled as he pulled back his sleeve, only to see tiny red crystals precipitating on his wrist as well.

This is his hand?!

"Fuck!"

His legs went weak, and he fell to the ground, losing his head.

Suddenly, he remembered something and shouted loudly: Group

"Anthony! Anthony!":

He struggled to get up, but fell to the ground after only two steps, so he crawled to the stairwell using his hands and feet. Three

Facing the pitch-black stairwell, he roared loudly: Paint

"Anthony! Anthony!" One

"Anthony——Anthony——" 7

Echoes came one after another, but there was no reply from his companion. 2

"Ha——" 9

His whole body felt as if his strength had been drained, and as if he were surrounded by evil spirits. 1

This is no safe shelter! One

This is clearly a demon's den that devours people! 9

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

"Haha, haha——"

"Dead, dead, all dead!"

He grabbed the wall, wanting to stand up, wanting to run to the snowfield.

But as soon as he returned to the warm room, he felt his throat tighten, and severe pain erupted from his entire internal organs.

He stumbled twice, fell to the ground, and could no longer crawl up.

Gradually, his vision began to blur, and unspeakable pain came from every part of his body.

He didn't understand.

Everything was going so smoothly, why did it turn out like this.

He raised his hand, wanting to get closer to the warm stove, letting the flames melt the solid ice on his body.

Not long after, his hand dropped, hitting the tiles and making a crisp collision sound.

Before long, in the warm firelight, the "Red Ice" crawled all over his body.

Red ice flowers bloomed on his face.

Afterwards, I plan to add some supernatural events; there are quite a few paranormal events in Yarilo, and it feels like a good fit.

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Continuing to type tonight.