397. Holding Bai Cheng, he held Zhu Ning in his backhand...

The flame was frozen by the ice, and ice and fire coexisted harmoniously. Lin Xiaofeng thought that the flame would be extinguished sooner or later, but in fact it was not. The flame went from being still to shaking slightly, and it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Zhu Ning's helmet mask was opened, and her eyeballs could move slightly. Lin Xiaofeng didn't know how to help her. If he hit her with great force, it would be easy to smash Zhu Ning to pieces.

In order to melt the ice inside and outside to speed up the process, she took out a ignition device from her backpack. The flames emitted from the ignition device were one meter long. Lin Xiaofeng was too nervous and the fire went out several times. After she finally managed to light it, she found that her hands were shaking unconsciously.

Half because of the cold, half because of sadness.

Pei Shu said that one would feel an immense sadness in the Far North, but even before reaching the Far North, Lin Xiaofeng already felt so sad that she could hardly hold on any longer.

The melted ice and snow dripped from the surface of the human-headed elephant, but it froze again after a while after touching the ground. Zhu Ning and the human-headed elephant were like burning candles, and the melted ice and snow were like wax, piling up in a pool below.

They struggled for a long time until the last layer of ice completely melted. The human head fell to its knees with a bang, and its long trunk went limp.

Zhu Ning slid down from the elephant's back. Lin Xiaofeng quickly grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up. Zhu Ning was soaked all over, and her trembling eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost.

The button on the helmet visor was broken, and Lin Xiaofeng couldn't close it, so she had to cover her with several more layers of blankets.

The human-headed elephant was gasping for breath half-dead, but it still had a breath. Its own hair could resist the severe cold. Lin Xiaofeng and Zhu Ning used the human-headed elephant's body to block the north wind and huddled by the fire to keep warm.

Lin Xiaofeng hugged Zhu Ning, actually Zhu Ning was keeping her warm, but it looked like she was protecting Zhu Ning.

No one spoke, only the sound of ghosts and wolves howling in the wind.

"Are you angry with me?" Zhu Ning suddenly spoke. She buried herself in the blanket, not even her eyes were exposed, and her voice was muffled.

Lin Xiaofeng didn't say anything, just tilted his head. He was so angry that he didn't even want to talk to Zhu Ning.

"You are angry." Zhu Ning said.

Lin Xiaofeng used to be someone who wouldn't get angry, and wouldn't say it when he was angry, but this time he couldn't help it, "Yes, I am angry."

Her voice was shaking, and if the situation wasn't wrong, she would have even wanted to yell to vent her anger.

It was just a little bit short of Zhu Ning dying in front of her, leaving her alone in the cold north.

They encountered so many dangers as soon as they entered the North. They brushed shoulders with death, or it could be said that the god of death showed mercy and spared them. But they were not so lucky. They were caught in the storm this time, but what about next time?

The next stop is the Far North. Will Lin Xiaofeng have to experience Pei Shu's past? Will she have to watch Zhu Ning commit suicide in front of her?

"I'm sorry," Zhu Ning repeated, "I'm sorry."

Lin Xiaofeng's lips trembled. She wanted to scold you but you could only say sorry. She turned around angrily, then paused and hugged Zhu Ning tightly. The cold war was only for a short while, and she was reluctant to ignore Zhu Ning for so long.

Zhu Ning curled up his body, and the heat was drying his clothes. Before in the fishing village of Tadpole Mole, Pei Shu also used fire to dry them, but now only Zhu Ning was doing this.

The part of Lin Xiaofeng that was in contact with Zhu Ning gradually became warm and dry. She looked at the icicles in the distance, tightened her arms, and asked softly, "Can we not seek revenge?"

Don't go any further. It's not your fault. It has nothing to do with you. You didn't kill that person.

No matter Xu Meng, Song Zhizhang, or the recently deceased Pei Shu, no one wants Zhu Ning to avenge them. The dead are dead, and can't the survivors just live a good life?

They can turn back now. It doesn't matter if the world is destroyed. Zhu Yao's ambition has nothing to do with Zhu Ning. Lu Yuan doesn't need Zhu Ning to save her. She can just find a paradise to live in.

Lin Xiaofeng remembered that at the ski resort, Zhu Ning would laugh out loud and heartlessly choose the super difficult mode for her.

She would pull herself forward by the hand, slide down the high ski run, and let out a very childish cheer.

Zhu Ning likes excitement and adventure, and also likes to buy discounted household items at a bargain price. Lin Xiaofeng misses her life at the Queen's Store.

It was a long time before Zhu Ning spoke, and it was still the same word: "I'm sorry."

Lin Xiaofeng's heart turned cold. Zhu Ning had already answered her that she had to take revenge. She was an experimental subject who had been given a predetermined program and a specific mission.

The memories are fake, the mother is fake, but the friends are real, and she can't give up revenge.

If she objectifies herself, Zhu Ning is already a broken machine, only one step away from being scrapped. Killing Prometheus is the only driving force that keeps her going. If she does not seek revenge, she will immediately collapse and decompose into scrap metal on the spot.

What's the difference between Zhu Ning and a piece of iron? She felt the answer lay there, because she could still love and hate.

"What if I die?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.

She felt that she was being unreasonable, but at this moment she really wanted to be willful and force Zhu Ning to make a choice. If Lin Xiaofeng also died, would this revenge still have any meaning?

Zhu Ning was silent. She buried her face deeper, wanting to avoid the question, and hugged herself tightly with her arms under the blanket.

"I hope you live." Zhu Ning said, "You can't die."

She has always been happy to express her inner feelings. She never hides her likes or dislikes for a person and speaks frankly about her needs.

She had used this method to win over Xu Meng and persuade Huo Wenxi, and now it was Lin Xiaofeng's turn.

Lin Xiaofeng gritted her teeth and said nothing. She knew her role. She was just an anchor. She didn't need any great functions. Her only purpose was to stabilize Zhu Ning's ship.

She must live. What a cruel task Zhu Ning gave her.

Bad Zhu Ning, Lin Xiaofeng burst into tears inside the helmet.

"After I find Bai Cheng, I will send you to a safe place. Will you wait for me to come back?" Zhu Ning said, "Don't go on the rest of the way."

Zhu Ning leaned his head into Lin Xiaofeng's arms and said softly, "I'm really afraid that you'll die."

Lin Xiaofeng had thought of this a long time ago. A child who has been abandoned all the time is always on guard against when he will be abandoned next time.

Zhu Ning doesn't want her anymore.

Lin Xiaofeng should have simply refused, instead of being unreasonable and clinging to him. She kept crying while taking a deep breath, but she didn't want Zhu Ning to notice her crying, so she asked, "Will you come pick me up?"

Lin Xiaofeng has been practicing a skill repeatedly since he was a child, being the most sensible child in the world, carefully observing his father's words and expressions, being prepared before his father gets angry, and knowing how to comfort his mother when she is sad.

Because he was too sensible, he could not act capriciously and ignore Zhu Ning's thoughts. A precocious child could not become childish. The road to growth has always been a one-way street. He could not pretend that he did not understand the truth he had already understood. That would be unfair to Zhu Ning.

Zhu Ning smiled and said, "I will, I promise."

"It sounds like a flag. You sound like the protagonist in a movie who is about to die." Lin Xiaofeng spoke with a heavy nasal tone and was about to lose his pretense.

"What should I do if you die?" Lin Xiaofeng said, "You are a bit irresponsible."

Zhu Ning had no way to refute it, because Zhu Yao had raised her in the same way. In those false memories, Zhu Yao was very busy at work and worked overtime in the hospital every day. Zhu Ning raised herself since she was a child.

No one needed to worry about her whether she was doing homework or training, and she thought other children could grow up like this.

Like Zhu Yao, she is unable to accompany the children.

"I will let the new Bai Cheng take you with him." Zhu Ning said.

Lin Xiaofeng was not talking about this, not how the body could survive. What she wanted to ask was, if Zhu Ning died, how would she survive alone in such a world.

But Lin Xiaofeng didn't ask that. Zhu Ning was already under a lot of pressure. She needed to take good care of Zhu Ning's body, as well as her mental state, and not be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Will you be happy like this?" Lin Xiaofeng put his chin on Zhu Ning's head.

"Yes."

Lin Xiaofeng's helmet was filled with tears, and his mouth was salty. He smiled when he heard this, "Then I promise you, you must come to pick me up, otherwise I will become an orphan."

"Okay." Zhu Ning hugged her: "I promise you."

The stone weighing on Lin Xiaofeng's heart did not disappear and would continue to exist, but she could do nothing at this moment and could only hug Zhu Ning with her backhand.

She made an agreement with Zhu Ning that Zhu Ning needed to kill Prometheus and come back to her alive.

Lin Xiaofeng is very ambitious. After Prometheus's death, she wants to be Zhu Ning's next target.

This matter is more important than anything else. Lin Xiaofeng has traveled so far and seen such a faraway world. She wants to learn from Liu Yu, learn how to plant a seed in people's hearts, and wait for the day when it sprouts and takes root.

She wanted to learn from Zhu Yao and write a brand new program for Zhu Ning.

She made an appointment with Zhu Ning. I won’t go with you, but you have to come and pick me up.

Lin Xiaofeng hugged Zhu Ning, and the two snuggled up to each other in the snow. The death icicle stopped, and the whole world became much clearer. Only the icicle itself was left. The North had a brief period of safety, but no one knew how long this safety could last.

There were at least a dozen icicles standing in the distance, and the scene was extremely spectacular, like the pillars of the world supporting the sky, giving people the illusion that if these icicles were cut off, the sky would collapse.

Beneath the tall icicles of death are tiny human corpses, decorating the ice field like sesame seeds. Zhu Ning and Lin Xiaofeng are two of them.

Lin Xiaofeng looked up at the icicle. If he climbed up the icicle, would he be able to find the gate to the sky and enter the brain full of maggots?

Being able to walk here is already the limit for a ten-year-old girl. Leaving is indeed the best decision, otherwise she will make Zhu Ning worry.

Lin Xiaofeng repeatedly convinced himself that he was making the right decision and wanted to help Zhu Ning complete some of the final trivial matters, so he found Bai Cheng first.

The only good thing about being chased by death icicles all the way was that they actually found a large number of corpses.

Corpses usually make people feel scared, but the atmosphere at this time is just solemn.

She wanted to chisel open an ice man to get their equipment, but it was frozen solid inside and brute force would only shatter the body but could not be opened without damaging the inside.

Zhu Ning's helmet was originally broken, and now it was burning with flames, like a little fireman.

Zhu Ning only rested for a short while, then wrapped himself in a blanket and went to look for Bai Cheng. The human-headed elephant was still lying there half-dead, not wanting to move an inch.

There are corpses everywhere here. I wonder if there are any of Pei Shu’s teammates.

The ice and snow cemetery is not a metaphor. After walking for a while, Zhu Ning discovered that in addition to those who died of natural causes, there were actually people who buried their dead in such extreme environments.

The Inuit have the custom of ice burial, but investigators cannot do such a complicated thing. The most they can do is dig an ice hole, bury the body in it, and then erect a simple monument.

The words on Bingkuai'er's tombstone were covered with a layer of ice and snow. Zhu Ning and Lin Xiaofeng had to wipe them off one by one to find out who it belonged to.

The tomb of Xiao Bing from the Northern Transfer White Cat Team.

The tomb of Lin Changsheng of the Northern Transfer Qingshan Team.

The tomb of Sun Lu of the Northern Expedition Rising Sun Team...

Zhu Ning looked at them one by one, not at the cemetery, but at the history of death and sacrifice in the northward migration, and at the longest distance mankind has traveled. These investigators formed a cemetery and also a signpost, extending infinitely towards the north.

There were corpses holding recorders, leaving messages before they died. It was thanks to the sacrifices of these people that Yi Linghe's team continued to move forward.

Therefore, companions or descendants who come here will try their best to bury them. Thanks to the special terrain of the north, the cemetery has been well preserved, as if it has preserved human civilization.

Tomb of Bai Cheng.

Zhu Ning stopped in his tracks. Those four words glared against the snow. Bai Cheng's tombstone bore no prefix. She wasn't an investigator. Why had Bai Cheng died here? Was it because of the guide?

Zhu Ning stroked the four words, wondering if Bai Cheng had buried them himself.

She half-knelt down, just like Bai Cheng half-knelt in front of her in the shelter that day.

Zhu Ning placed his hand on the snow, the flames burned and the ice melted quickly. Zhu Ning's eyes changed rapidly, from a data stream to black mucus, and finally to flames.

The ice and snow melted and collapsed layer by layer, and finally, Zhu Ning dug out what he wanted, not a corpse but a corner of plastic sticking out from the snow.

The bright red plastic bag trembled in the wind, and came to life the moment it saw the light of day again. It wrapped around Zhu Ning's arm, just like when Zhu Ning dug a grave for the first time, the plastic protective owner wanted to attack her.

Pei Shu helped us dig the grave that time, but he is gone now.

Zhu Ning's flame continued to burn, and the more it burned, the tighter the plastic became, and even more and more, covering Zhu Ning's face.

Lin Xiaofeng was unconsciously a little nervous, and even raised the gun to point at the grave. This was the first time that he dug a grave without Bai Cheng telling him the resurrection point. What if Bai Cheng would kill someone?

What if Bai Cheng didn't recognize them and had no memory of them? Wouldn't that mean he'd uncovered an enemy?

But Zhu Ning did not stop. She half-knelt like an ice sculpture, and the blanket fell to the ground. All her flames surged towards the grave, and she even ignored the flames that kept her body warm.

The flames devoured the plastic, the red plastic regenerated, the fire and the plastic fought against each other, they seemed to be engaged in some kind of tug-of-war.

Bai Cheng is very mysterious and is not just a bounty hunter. There may be uncontrollable dangers in regaining his complete memory, but he is the last person Zhu Ning can rely on.

I need you. Can you live again? Come with me to kill Prometheus.

With a snap, a hand suddenly stretched out from the ice and snow cemetery. The hand was covered with scars, and the skin on the back of the hand was broken, revealing plastic blood vessels, which were now standing straight like a resurrected zombie.

But the next moment, Bai Cheng grabbed Zhu Ning with his backhand.