It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

"I have no idea......"

do not know.

This was actually a benevolent and lucky answer. Both of them knew the answer at this time, but neither of them wanted to say that.

After a moment, Gracie swallowed, thinking he couldn't sit still.

Some strange thoughts flashed through my mind.

Maybe dying wouldn't be so bad, at least you don't have to bear the biting, drowsy cold,

But he still struggled to stand up, and moved his stiff limbs to find a way to save himself. Instead of thinking about those meaningless things, he might as well move his body as soon as possible.

Although he couldn't tell what it was specifically, he had a reason to live.

Gracie tried to lift the heavy wooden table, but he was not outstanding in strength and could only drag it to block the door.

At the same time, he took out a short blade wrapped in a sharkskin scabbard from his waist.

It is not a fancy decoration, but a solid hunting knife designed for practicality by experienced people.

It didn't fit Gracie's character, and it didn't seem like something he would carry with him. This short knife was more likely to come from a rough and heroic man at sea.

Although she couldn't remember who its original owner was, Gracie still squeezed its moderately long handle, slowed down her breathing a little bit, and waited for the beast that might invade the wooden house near the slightly larger crack.

"The most important thing for a hunter is patience, having the patience to wait for the opportunity to make a move."

"You're not a warrior, so you don't need to fight the enemy head-on—what's more, even a warrior can't be stronger than a white bear and a whale, right?"

That voice was deep and thick, reminiscent of the smell of highly distilled alcohol. Presumably the person who said this must be an experienced and terrifying hunter.

At this time, something small got its head into the crack of the wooden house, and it twisted its neck and let out a piercing scream.

Gracie could already feel the smell of the beast and the hot and sticky saliva, he stabbed his head from top to bottom, piercing through the head of the little creature and nailing it all the way to the ground.

The latter immediately began to struggle desperately. It only had the strength brought by the twisting of its puppy-sized body, which made Gracie a little bit unable to hold the knife tightly!

Anna moved, and she pounced forward, piercing her fingers from the beast's eye sockets and inserting them deeply into its brain, stirring it up.

Even with such severe trauma, the beast struggled for more than ten seconds before its twitching calmed down. When Gracie dragged it along the gap into the cabin, she realized that the creature seemed familiar.

It was a pure white rabbit with several rows of needle-like teeth growing in its mouth.

"Gracie, is that you..."

A thick and deep voice suddenly came from outside the house.

A chill climbed up Gracie's spine, almost freezing her.

"Gracie...I am Rand, the whaler of the scientific expedition team. You saved me, do you remember?"

Only then did he realize that the warning just now was not his memory or auditory hallucination at all. When the beast got in along the gap in the wooden house, the man was standing on the wall and talking to him in a low voice.

However, he looked sideways at the blackened snow outside the house, and smelled the moist, warm stench and blood in the air.

——From time to time, there were violent impacts outside the house, and those beasts never left.

Chapter 80 Dreams

"They're all gone!"

Someone shouted in panic. It was one of the crew members who followed the scientific expedition team into the mountains.Out of loyalty to the company and various other considerations, he chose to side with his employer and shareholders even at the last moment.

"Drake and Hodgson left at night, and I allowed them to take away half of the food. If those people can return to the ship safely, they will continue to wait there for half a month."

"This is the plan that was discussed by Lord Norberd, me, and Hodgson late last night."

Segner was sitting at the door of the wooden house wiping the harpoon in his hand, just explaining simply, without any other superfluous expressions.

"There is no benefit in letting them stay here. In fact, they have completed most of the contract and have no obligation to stay in a dangerous place. I gave them a commitment and written proof. As long as everyone can go home smoothly in the end, I will still fulfill all the remuneration promised in the contract."

Norbold seems to be in a good mood today, and he is setting up a pot with great interest and using branches to stir the food cooked with bacon, whale milk and spices.

Although this kind of performance seems a little heartless, it has to be admitted that his calmness can prevent people from collapsing quickly.

The crew member's expression still looked a little confused and dazed. Only then did he notice that the number of luggage and sled dogs in the cabin had also decreased a lot.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked:

"Sir, those who are not firm enough must praise your generosity, but what should we do now..."

"In the original plan we discussed, it was planned to voluntarily let those who wanted to leave first, but Hodgson and the others obviously violated the agreement. The only thing that is gratifying is that they did only take away their own part thing."

Norbold Hall's answer made the crew anxious,

"Since they don't keep their promises on this kind of thing, you can't guarantee that those people will wait on the ship until we return?"

"Relax."

Segner glanced at him,

"Your employer is not that stupid. Without the secret password agreed between him and the captain, they cannot leave the ship until the scheduled time exceeds a certain limit."

As he said this, he pursed his lips and showed a somewhat sinister expression.

"And...there are things outside that we don't know are staring at everyone's lives. We only have food and some fuel in the supply points along the way, which is not enough for them to ensure their own safety. Instead of taking risks It’s better to wait until dawn to leave.”

Segner's tone made the crew feel their scalps tingling. The so-called negotiations last night did not look as peaceful as they appeared on the surface. Norboard allowed them to leave, and it may not be that they did not mean to use them as bait.

In fact, he was somewhat unable to understand why the Inuit hunter showed more loyalty than the East India Company staff.He never seemed to have considered leaving early or terminating his employment.

Sunlight and daylight are indeed signals of safety, and this is unquestionable to most humans.

Of course, these are all superficial explanations.

From Ella's point of view, everyone in the scientific expedition team has been more or less corroded by some kind of force, if the problem cannot be completely solved.They may return to their hometown, get honor and wealth, and suddenly disappear after thinking that everything is peaceful.

The safest place, after all, is still within the reach of Norbord and Sibilla's strength.Although their situation is not optimistic, Hodgson and Drake are dead.

"Dawn?"

The crew has even somewhat forgotten the concept of daytime, as if there has never been sunshine and daytime in the world.

"Yes, the last two days are left—the vernal equinox is coming soon."

Segna forced a smile. This was a rare joyful thing in the dark days after his companion disappeared.

At the end of the night, a faint color can be seen, which is different from the white of ice fields and snow-capped mountains.

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Gracie leaned against the wall, not daring to make a sound.

The familiar voice outside the cabin made his hair stand on end, and Rand, who appeared with the herd, was obviously extremely abnormal.

Therefore, Gracie dared not make the slightest response, let alone let the other party know that she was hiding in the wooden house.Although it didn't help, he'd probably already been exposed when he killed the odd rabbit with the hunting knife.

"Gracie? Yes. I. Ah."

The voice outside the room was still repeating in a mechanical and emotionless manner. No matter how it sounded, it didn't sound like the way humans speak under normal circumstances.

"I'm hurt, open the door quickly...I need your help."

The man's voice suddenly became intermittent again, as if he had lost a lot of blood and could no longer finish a complete sentence.

Gracie covered her ears, and the muscles in her face tensed up.He had already looked at the outside through the gaps between the wood. The whaler with a bloodless face just stood there, his gray pupils no different from the beasts around him.

Although he knew that the people outside could not be Rand, his companion's voice still shook his heart a little.

The sound stopped as he blocked his ears, and the impact also stopped, as if nothing had happened just now.

He panted heavily, and it wasn't until the silence lasted for a full minute that Gracie relaxed tiredly.

He felt fortunate that maybe those were all his hallucinations—whether it was the strange ghosts in the room, the beasts outside the house, or the companions that appeared with the beasts were just hallucinations and dreams.

Yes, a dream.

Dreams have no logic, and people do not have clear consciousness and memory in dreams, which seems to explain everything that happened before.As long as you wake up, you can return to your normal place, where your companions are.

He comforted himself like this, and then slid along the wall to the ground without knowing whether he was crying or laughing.

——The cold on the skin, the stench in the air and the feeling of cut fingers are all very real.

In such a cold environment, he was still sweating all over, and they ran down his arms and cheeks, down his nose-maybe it was rabbit blood or his own blood, but who cares?

His tense body relaxed, and he felt that every inch of muscle in his body was sore, and it was difficult to stand up for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Gracie felt an indescribable hunger.

Yes, how long has he not eaten?

Gracie couldn't remember the last time she ate.

It seemed that he had eaten nothing since he got separated from a group of people and came to this wooden house with only one ghost inexplicably.

This is very unreasonable, after all, people are machines that need food to function.

He quickly groped all over, but couldn't find anything edible...then his eyes settled on a rabbit-like creature that was spilling blood.

At this time, the restlessness started again outside the wooden house, which was the sound of many people whispering together.

Chapter 81 The arrival of myth

The warm liquid full of bitter taste melted the ice in Gracie's throat, and he felt that he might really be dying.

From the perspective of common sense, how could hard ice grow in a person's throat?It even made sound and air flow to unknown places along the dark passage.

But even so, he still felt a little more comfortable.The lost body temperature of the rabbit is so precious, it makes people addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves...

Or maybe the opposite is also true?He was actually in a burning furnace, and the abnormal touch in his throat was the hard bones and coke exposed after the flesh was roasted and scorched. The blood moistened his withered and carbonized soul?

His eyes were no longer visible, first stained red and then covered in darkness.

Maybe he should write down these things with a pen, but there is only a blood-soaked withered yellow quill on the wooden table, and the movement of him grabbing the pen seems to overlap with Anna's original figure.

"Miss Anna, these, are these things you have encountered every year before?"

Gracie gathered her last ounces of energy, looking for something to talk about so she wouldn't go crazy.

But the ghost didn't respond to him.