"The one that knocks on the door isn't necessarily a person," Della said with an expression of nonchalance.

The campfire in the fireplace quickly rose, and Della took a breath and stood by the fire to warm her hands for a while.

Li Changzhou picked a stool and sat down. The black lines spread out from his shadow, constantly adjusting their thickness and angle, trying to sew them into the big man's corpse along an undetectable route. They turned into black nails inside the fist-thick clothes, driving into his brow, heart, and limbs.

Della, carrying a few burning pieces of firewood, walked past all the tables and chairs toward the fireplace at the other end.

Li Changzhou stared at her, making sure she hadn't noticed the black lines.

"Are you here to mine solid ice, or to search for 'great power'?" she asked casually as she bent over to light the fireplace.

"What do you think?" Li Changzhou asked in return.

"Answering questions with questions, so cautious... I guess you're the latter."

Li Changzhou still did not answer directly: "Miss Della, do you understand 'Great Power'?"

“Of course.” Della straightened up, turned around, and pointed to her left eye at Li Changzhou. “This eye was blinded by that thing.”

"How much money would it take for you to tell me everything you know?"

"all."

Li Changzhou untied the animal-shaped pouch from his waist and tossed it onto the table.

Della looked at the heavy bag and then glanced at Li Changzhou.

“I’m talking about all seven of you.” She crossed her arms.

Li Changzhou grabbed the animal skin bag and tied it back around his waist.

The 'Metro' instance is a virtual time and virtual space; one might never go there a second time in their lifetime, and could even believe that those people are fake and already dead.

But this time it's a 'ship' instance, and whether it's the corpses lying on the ground or the old man, Andy, and others upstairs, they are all real people.

He has no right to decide on the property upon which they depend for survival.

The tavern's waitresses rushed downstairs, filled a kettle with snow from in front of the tavern's door, and lit it on the fireplace.

Then they started preparing the horse meat.

A horse that had already been killed was dragged out of the snow and dissected right there in the snow.

After dissecting the meat, except for the particularly dirty parts which were casually wiped with snow, the rest were put directly into the pot without being washed.

Amidst the clanging of horse bones, the guests slowly descended, each looking as if they had just woken up. Many hadn't slept all night and had only managed a quick sneeze after dawn.

These people sat in the lobby, some looking tense, others dazed.

The tense ones are those who were attacked by Li Changzhou last night; the dazed ones are probably the guests whose doors were knocked on but nothing happened.

"Captain!" "Boss!" The old man, Shi Quan, and the others also came down and quickly gathered around Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou nodded, indicating that he was fine and there was no need to worry or be anxious.

“When the kerosene lamp was down to a third of its capacity, someone knocked on the door. I thought it was you, Boss, but when I asked, there was no answer,” Andy said.

“It wasn’t me.” Li Changzhou pointed to the fireplace on one side. “Tali, go get two jugs of water, the blue ones.”

"Um!"

The blue kettle contains the top layer of fresh snow.

The child who possessed 'great power' also came down, and the already quiet hall became even quieter. Everyone carefully avoided his gaze, yet couldn't help but scrutinize him.

After Yang Qinglan, who was bundled up tightly, came down, Li Changzhou asked, "Are you alone?"

Yang Qinglan nodded.

"Would you like to come with us? That way we can look out for each other."

“Captain…” the old man hesitated.

"Don't worry," Li Changzhou said.

And so, Yang Qinglan joined the Shadow Squad.

When Della brought in breakfast, she affectionately placed her arms on Li Changzhou's left shoulder and whispered in his ear, "If you want to know, you'll need eight people's worth~"

Andy didn't look away from Della's ample hips until she returned to the bar.

He said slyly, "Boss, were you with her last night?"

"Eat quickly, we have things to do later." Li Changzhou picked up the dagger.

Breakfast consisted of soup made from bits of horse meat fat, a "sausage" made by stuffing a horse rib into a horse's intestine, and a handful of salt as a dipping sauce.

Li Changzhou ate very quickly, and everyone else followed suit and sped up their eating.

After the eight people had finished eating, the corpse lying on the ground slowly sat up.

The sound of chewing food abruptly stopped.

The corpse, its face pale and its hair frosted, drew its weapon from its waist, raised the sword in one hand, and walked toward the nearest table of living people.

"What's going on?!"

"Why do the corpses that died here also turn into frozen corpses?!"

"Enough talk! Burn him!"

The sound suddenly exploded out.

The body moved at a leisurely pace.

At the table where the corpse was staring, three men stood up. One held a grappling hook, another a shield and an axe, and the last went to the fireplace to get some fire.

The shield-wielder stepped forward, pressing down on the corpse step by step, while the grappling hook-wielder followed behind, spinning the hook in his hand with a "whoosh! whoosh!" sound as it gathered power.

boom!

The shield bearer plowed the ground with both feet, bursting forward like a tiger, and suddenly pressed down.

The corpse blocked with the blade of the sword, then with an incredibly subtle slip, the shield bearer's crushing blow turned into a laughable slip, and he stumbled and fell away.

With a seemingly casual swing of his longsword, the corpse entangled the incoming grappling hook.

He reached out with his left hand, grabbed the grappling hook rope, and pulled hard, sending the still-surprised grappling hook hand crashing into the longsword.

With his claws outstretched, he knelt on both knees and leaned back as if his body were breaking.

laugh!

The longsword tore open the hat, and the blade drew a line of blood on the scalp.

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