Who is that Song Wudeng?

I feel that this matter has a lot to do with Ma Tuan, and there were some mistakes.

They were forced to be involved in this matter before Ma Tuan was confessed to them.

There was not a trace of hesitation, just precise movements driven purely by the instinct of survival.

Bai Di's palm was like a cold iron clamp, accurately chopping the side of Blore's neck with a sound of breaking wind.

The darkness in Blore's eyes solidified instantly, his dilated pupils lost focus, and his body slumped over.

Bai Di held up his somewhat heavy body and felt the cold body temperature passing through his clothes, as if he was holding up a corpse that had just been dug out of the ice.

He rarely dared to look back, afraid to confirm the direction of Blore's last gaze - there, the distortion of space, that soul-shaking "gaze", like a cold tide, spread silently, as if to freeze the two of them in place, becoming eternal, silent specimens on this dead ice field.

It seemed that the only way to survive was the ice house covered with blasphemous patterns.

Dragging the unconscious Blore, Bai Di almost rolled and crawled towards the ice sculpture hut.

Every step on the slippery ice was terrifying, and they felt the invisible, cold "gaze" from behind following them like a shadow, as if countless turbid eyeballs under the ice were looking through the ice, locking onto their backs.

The entrance to the ice house is not a door, but a twisted hole that looks like it was torn apart by a giant beast. The edge is also carved with layers of tangled mermaid tail fins and blasphemous geometric patterns. When viewed closely, the inlaid "eyeball fossils" seem to have extremely tiny, unnatural shadows wriggling inside the turbid crystals.

As I stepped into the ice house, the expected feeling of crampedness did not appear, but was replaced by a dizzying sense of emptiness.

This is impossible! From the outside, the igloo is no more than the size of a small shed, but the space inside is absurdly large. The dome is so high that it is immersed in the darkness, and the surrounding ice walls are curved and blurred at the end of the sight, as if space itself is folded and stretched here, forming a non-Euclidean paradoxical structure.

Without any beams or pillars to support it, this huge cavity made entirely of ice defies the laws of physics, standing silently and emitting a cold, unnatural silence.

Scattered on the ground were countless round stones of varying sizes, each with an extremely smooth surface that reflected the pale light coming through the ice wall.

They are scattered in disorder, like eggs randomly dropped by some giant beast.

The moment he saw these stones, an absurd yet heartwarming picture popped up in Bai Di's mind uncontrollably - a chubby sea otter, lying comfortably on the water, cracking shells with stones.

But this warm association only brings a deeper chill and sense of absurdity at this moment and here.

Is this association itself a form of pollution?

A desperate attempt to force the ineffable into the framework of human cognition?

He dragged Blore deeper.

The air inside the igloo was even colder, with a strange, stale smell, like a mixture of deep-sea silt and ancient parchment.

The further you go in, the thicker the light white smoke (or white mist) you saw before becomes.

This smoke is not condensed water vapor. It is thicker and heavier, with an indescribable "texture", like living dust, or like the waste gas of the metabolism of some huge existence.

Smoke silently rolled and gathered under the huge ice dome, and the light was distorted and scattered, forming a strange halo, making the entire space seem even more unreal, as if one was in the cold heart of a giant creature.

His breathing became inexplicably rapid, and every time he inhaled the cold smoke, his lungs felt as if they were pricked by countless tiny ice needles. The chaotic whispers deep in his brain seemed to become clearer and more tempting with the inhalation of the smoke, tempting him to give up thinking and merge into the eternal silence.

At this moment, a silhouette slowly emerged from the depths of the smoke.

Bai Di's footsteps froze in place, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly.

It was the head of a creature—or rather, a part of a being.

It was enormous, like a beached whale skull, but far more profane and unnatural than that.

It is not placed on the ground, but is entangled and supported by countless translucent ice crystal tentacles extending from the ice ground, like huge nerve bundles or blood vessels. It is suspended in mid-air, slowly and lifelikely rising and falling.

The most insane thing about it is its face—if you can even call it a face.

There are no eyes there.

Where the eye sockets should be, there are only two bottomless, smooth black holes with twisted folds around the edges, as if space itself had collapsed there.

Bai Di's thoughts twisted uncontrollably: Eyes... Could the eyes have grown on the body?

This thought had a sickening rationality, and he imagined that the huge torso connected to the head, hidden deep in the ice or smoke, was covered with countless wriggling, opening and closing, turbid compound eyes... This imagination itself was like venom, corroding his sanity.

Occupying most of the front of the head is an extremely large mouth.

That wasn't a mouth like any Earth creature. It had no lips, no teeth (or perhaps those were beyond our understanding of "teeth").

It was more like a torn hole leading to nothingness, with countless dark brown tentacles constantly wriggling, merging, and separating at the edge!

These tentacles are thick and hideous, covered with a sticky secretion that gleams with an unnatural oily sheen, and are dotted with suction-cup-shaped depressions. In the centers of these depressions are tiny, pale, star-like spots of light that flicker like breathing.

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