Chapter 82

He struggled to reach out toward the firelight, wanting to use the light and heat to dispel the abnormality and melt the solid ice on his body.

But he was only trapped in a prison, sinking deeper and deeper.

That despair passed through the screen to the viewers.

It was as if the person on the screen was themselves, the terrifying "Red Ice" spreading on their bodies, blocking their throats, and depriving them of their five senses.

"Too miserable. In this situation, it's really better to just give yourself a knife."

"This is encountering a danger completely beyond cognition. It's hard to imagine how many D-class personnel were consumed after this short Foundation document."

"Probably not few. Behind every line of the relevant documents are several D-class personnel who died with their eyes wide open."

"The ones who died before were just Antimatter Legion Voidrangers, so I didn't feel much... until just now, I truly realized that these SCPs don't distinguish between so-called enemies and friends..."

"If there were no SCPs in the real world, they might have had a nice dinner and slept in a warm room until they woke up... so sad..."

"Therefore, you should believe in my 'Abundance,' only the 'Abundance' can cure all physical defects, only the 'Abundance' can save all living beings and overcome all suffering!"

"The people in front, run quickly; this place is full of 'Hunt' believers."

"The Foundation is not a place outside the law! The Luofu Luofu Xianzhou army will be at your doorstep soon!"

On the screen, as "Eldest Brother's" body was covered in "Red Ice," the camera switched to the small pool full of "SCP-009."

A deep, cold color was painted on the world, and the howling cold wind sounded more like a ghost's wail.

Night had arrived.

At this time, the ice sheet was no longer suitable for living things to roam.

Just under everyone's gaze, a creature resembling a bird and a bat, entirely crimson, slowly drifted over the red pool.

As it passed, a layer of red crystals quickly precipitated on the red pool, and before long, it turned back into liquid in the cold wind.

"This water really has a problem."

From somewhere, a male voice suddenly emerged.

This voice was a bit sleazy and a bit cheeky, making one involuntarily imagine a face that was slightly flattering yet somewhat punchable.

Only then did the viewers notice a small, unnaturally raised mound of snow not far from the pool.

After the red monster moved away, the small snow mound wriggled a few times.

Afterward, a man crawled out from it.

He had blue hair and green eyes, his attire was very flashy, and he had a shoulder guard on his right shoulder.

What was puzzling was that he was wearing only a single layer of clothing, with his sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms, and his top revealing both sides of his waist, seemingly not afraid of the cold at all.

The blue-haired man shook his head, looking at the surrounding environment, seemingly searching for something.

The more he looked, the more disappointed he appeared:

"Wasn't the trading location right around here?"

"I went through all the trouble of running this far, but the trading target is nowhere to be found."

"Failing to complete a trade goes against my, Sampo's, trading habits."

He struck an exaggerated pose, like an actor in an opera house.

"Just thinking about those lovely ancient relics being lost in the wilderness again makes my moral compass ache."

The viewers immediately understood; this man on the screen, who looked extremely unreliable, was the merchant who traded with the three brothers, the "Sampo" they spoke of.

But after hearing his monologue, everyone was puzzled:

Would this guy really not sell his clients along with the goods?

Although he didn't look like a dangerous person, this style was very consistent with the guys in the Corporation who only cared about money and profit!

Luofu Luofu Xianzhou "Luo Fu."

Even though it was late at night, the busy Exalting Sanctum was still bustling with people.

But this didn't have much to do with Miss Miss Qingque.

Or rather, as long as she was off work, she didn't care about the hustle and bustle of the world.

Even during work hours, she was the ancestor of slacking off.

If she got scolded by her boss, she'd play a few rounds of "Celestial Jade"; if she couldn't finish her work, she'd play "Celestial Jade"...

Besides Fu Bai Xuan, who would dare kick over her card table?

"Kong!"

Miss Miss Qingque slapped a One Bamboo tile on the table, took three tiles from her hand, knocked them against the corner of the table, and drew another tile.

Seeing it was a "Red Dragon," she played it casually.

At this moment, she was at a table with Miss Miss Tingyun and other card friends, playing cards in the card parlor.

The difference was that Miss Miss Tingyun not only played "Celestial Jade" well but was also beautiful, often attracting a large group of customers for the parlor owner.

Who knew, as soon as this "Red Dragon" saw the light.

Miss Miss Tingyun pushed her hand tiles forward, smiling brightly:

"I win!"

"Miss Miss Miss Qingque, this little girl's luck is quite good today; please bear with me."

She blinked, and although she only raised her hand slightly and her pink lips moved.

It was a look of infinite charm, hooking the soul.

As for winning or losing.

Miss Miss Qingque had been playing "Celestial Jade" for I don't know how many years; how could she care about this?

What purpose could playing "Celestial Jade" have other than playing "Celestial Jade"?

"Hey, what does this count for?"

"However, Miss Miss Miss Tingyun, are you playing another round?"

Miss Miss Qingque shuffled the cards with both hands, looking at Miss Miss Tingyun.

If she didn't play, the game couldn't be formed.

Every time this happened, she felt very troubled.

One person couldn't play "Celestial Jade"; "Celestial Jade" wasn't omnipotent after all.

If only someone could play with her forever, until the end of time, until she also fell into Mara-Struck, how good that would be.

Miss Miss Tingyun's eyes shifted slightly, seemingly very embarrassed, her slender hand holding a thin fan, covering her mouth:

"I might have to spoil Miss Miss Miss Qingque's interest."

"You see, this little girl's tail is drooping; it's getting late."

Saying this, Miss Miss Tingyun didn't forget to pull her fluffy fox tail into her arms.

"However, if Miss Miss Miss Qingque is afraid of being lonely, this little girl can chat with you."

Afterward, Miss Miss Qingque and Miss Miss Tingyun got up and left the card parlor.

The other two foxian girls saw there were no other card players and left as well.

As they walked, Miss Miss Qingque changed the subject to Sampo, who was on the screen just now:

"I heard Miss Miss Miss Tingyun is a Sky-Faring Commission trade envoy..."

"I wonder if merchants from other worlds are all like that Sampo?"

You can't play cards with people like that; they look like the type who would cheat, and their hands are definitely not clean.

Unlike her, who was plain and had no capital to cheat.

Miss Miss Tingyun stopped, her eyes lowered, then she smiled:

"Miss Miss Miss Qingque, you know, although I am called a Sky-Faring Commission trade envoy, I have only been to a few worlds and haven't seen many people."

"They say you can know a person's face but not their heart; perhaps this Sampo is one way in front of people and another behind their backs, or perhaps he is consistent inside and out?"

"The world is vast, and there are all sorts of wonders."

Miss Miss Qingque pondered for a moment, but didn't hear any useful information, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

As an Emanator of "Slacking Off," thinking about these problems went against her philosophy.

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So, she waved at Miss Miss Tingyun:

"Then let's part ways here."

Just two steps away, she remembered something important:

"If you play 'Celestial Jade' tomorrow, you can call me out anytime!"