Circle of people.

"I can't find them...what should I do next?"

The knight led the members of the Shangxie Society and searched around Shicheng, but they did not find any trace of Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan.

"Perhaps they had something to do and left first." An Qingyu pondered, "However, considering Si Xiaonan's condition, she should be..."

He didn't say the rest of the sentence. After all, with two ghosts and gods introduced into his body, plus the soul binding after Loki's death, no matter how you look at it, Si Xiaonan could not survive.

Everyone was silent for a long time, their expressions heavy.

"Now is not the time to mourn. We still have a mission to complete." A special envoy said calmly, "Loki is dead, and the barrier between the 'Human Circle' and Asgard should have been broken... We can go straight up."

"Yes, Ji Jian and Nanaya are still in Asgard, and things must be in chaos there now."

Cao Yuan nodded immediately, "Let's hurry up."

Everyone set off immediately and rushed straight to the passage between the "human circle" and Asgard.

Not long after running, Baili Pangpang, who was walking at the end, suddenly slipped, and an ancient stone brick that had existed for who knows how long suddenly broke into several fine cracks.

These cracks interweave with each other. At first glance, they seem to be meaningless, as if they were simply crushed. However, if you look closely, you will notice a unique rhythm...

Baili Pangpang glanced at his feet and his eyes suddenly fixed.

"Eternal Life Pill?" He stood there in a daze, muttering to himself.

"All the immortals have appeared... Is that catastrophe finally coming?"

Baili Pangpang stood there like a sculpture. After a long time, he let out a long sigh... He seemed a little helpless.

"Fatty!" Cao Yuan, who was far away, shouted when he saw Baili Pangpang had not left yet.

Baili Pangpang took one last look at the gravel pattern, crushed it into powder with one foot, and it floated into the air along with the yellow sand.

"Coming!" he answered and hurried forward.

…

Fog.

An unnamed snow mountain.

In the dead and pale world, Si Xiaonan's eyelashes trembled slightly, shaking off snowflakes.

Her eyes slowly opened, and deep in them, there was a deep confusion...

"I..." Si Xiaonan stared blankly at the familiar world in front of him, seemingly puzzled as to why he could still wake up.

At this moment, she saw out of the corner of her eye the body wrapped in ice and snow beside her, and her pupils suddenly contracted!

She stood there for a while, then suddenly got up from the ground as if crazy and stumbled to his side.

"Leng Xuan?! Leng Xuan!!!" Si Xiaonan hugged his body and shook it continuously. The bone-chilling coldness came from his fingertips. His body was as stiff as ice.

Her face turned pale, and she kept calling Leng Xuan's name.

"Eternal Life Pill...Eternal Life Pill?!" Si Xiaonan stared at the scene in front of her blankly, and soon understood what happened. She turned her head and saw several Refreshing Pills on the ground that had been frozen into ice chips, as if struck by lightning.

What Leng Xuan took was not the elixir of immortality... but the awakening pills he begged from the God of Forging.

He gave himself the elixir of immortality.

"No... I won't let you die, I won't let you die!" Si Xiaonan hugged Leng Xuan's body and muttered to herself like a possessed person. She roared, and the surging divine power burst out, causing all the snowflakes on the top of the snow mountain to fly in all directions!

Countless black threads extended from her body, interweaving into tricks and emitting mysterious light.

One trick after another disappeared, and Si Xiaonan's red eyes stared at Leng Xuan in her arms, but no matter how she activated the tricks, Leng Xuan's body did not recover at all...

Trickery can deceive the short history, but it is not omnipotent.

Even Loki in his prime could only rewrite history from more than forty seconds ago, but Leng Xuan's death took longer than that...

Countless schemes around Si Xiaonan were shattered. She clenched her fists tightly and slammed them heavily to the ground with a furious roar!

Bang--!!

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the snow mountain collapsed with a loud bang. The rolling avalanche submerged the earth below, like a loud thunder, echoing between the valleys.

Si Xiaonan held Leng Xuan in his arms, kneeling on the void, his hot tears dripping onto the frosty surface of the corpse, creating ripples.

"The God of Trickery... Eternal Life... What's the use of all this for me?!" Si Xiaonan was like a child who had lost everything. In the midst of the flying snow, he cried and roared heartbreakingly.

When the flying snowflakes gradually drifted back into the valley and the world fell into dead silence again, Si Xiaonan slowly placed his forehead against Leng Xuan's arms.

Choking and muttering:

"I... don't want to go home alone..."

The cold wind howls and the fog drifts.

In a devastated snowy mountain valley, Si Xiaonan held Leng Xuan's body and cried for a long time before slowly standing up.

She wiped the frozen tears from her cheeks, bit her lip, fumbled behind Leng Xuan's waist for a moment, and took out a metal box the size of a cigarette box.

"Leng Xuan...you stay in there for a while, I have something to do, and then I will take you home..." She looked at the pale-faced Leng Xuan and said gently.

She opened the [Mobile Armory] and was about to put Leng Xuan's body into it, but her movements paused.

She hesitated for a moment, took off the blood-stained black windbreaker that Leng Xuan was wearing, and put it on herself.

"Just wait and see, Leng Xuan..." Si Xiaonan rubbed the collar of his windbreaker and muttered to himself, "I will make Asgard pay the price..."

Si Xiaonan touched the metal box with her fingertips, a faint light flashed, and Leng Xuan's body was put into it. She carefully put the [Mobile Arsenal] into her arms, slowly turned her head, and looked in a certain direction in the fog.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous intent flashed in her cold gaze.

The blood-stained black windbreaker danced wildly in the wind. Si Xiaonan took a step into the air, and her figure was outlined by countless black threads. She instantly disappeared in the snow and wind.