Under the Ice Wall
Ding Can looked at Meng Qi, the high priest of the Bingxi tribe, who was confused because of the new knowledge he had never expected.
She paused and said, "Sometimes, intuition can be trusted."
The doubts that Meng Qi had during the countless days and nights were not there for no reason. Perhaps this was another ability she gained after becoming a priest.
At certain moments, the existence of the system can be detected, but it is too elusive, so even if there is suspicion in the heart, there is no evidence to support it.
In fact, when Meng Qi learned about the existence of several people, he already had a lot of ideas and felt that this was an opportunity to understand the truth.
I have indeed heard voices from another dimension in dreams or during meditation.
At that time, she naturally thought that this was the way God was communicating with her.
Now it seems that there are actually many doubts that need to be discussed. No one has ever seen the true appearance of God. How can we prove that such statements are true with just a few insignificant words?
Meng Qi's eyes froze for a moment, feeling that everything she had insisted on before had vanished into thin air. She couldn't help but lower her head, turned her wrist, and opened her palm to look.
The sunlight fell on the palm of his hand, making his skin almost transparent, adding a sense of unreality.
Looking into the distance again, she suddenly felt that the ocean, which she once thought was vast and boundless, seemed to reveal a bit of nothingness in the farther distance.
"If everything that happened was controlled by a certain entity, then why did this entity have to make us suffer this during the migration?"
Gao Wenwen couldn't help but look away when he heard this. He glanced to the side to avoid meeting her gaze and scratched his head: "Is it possible that it's not directed at you..."
After all, for the students, the content of the copy is a challenge given by the system, and at best the Bingxi tribe is just involved in it.
Although it is still debatable whether the Bingmi Clan used data extracted from ancient times as a training camp, it can at least be confirmed that if the four of them had not come, such a thing would not have happened.
Meng Qi was surprised. Looking at the inexplicably guilty expressions on the faces of several people, he began to understand.
The existence of various changes may be related to them.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and dull. Xia Jialian remained silent for a moment before answering, "Although coming here was not our original intention, we are willing to do our utmost to ensure the safety of the Bingxi people."
To others, it might seem like these are just words of comfort spoken in situations like this.
But when Ding Can heard it, she felt a little surprised, because she knew that this sentence must be from the heart. After all, Xia Jialian was not the kind of person who would comfort others.
From the first time they met, Xia Jialian seemed indifferent to everything, and didn't even care much about him, thinking that even if he lost his life, it wouldn't matter.
Now that we can say that we will live and die together with the Bingxi tribe, there has been a qualitative change compared to before.
It's a bit more humane, and seems pretty good.
Ding Can couldn't help but start thinking about the system's intention in bringing students into it. Humans have different experiences from the past in a short period of time, and major changes are most likely to cause changes in their state of mind.
In other words, while the copies bring them harm and suffering, they also exercise their abilities to some extent.
But what is the purpose of this? No matter whether they leave the camp early or leave after completion, the students are just coming and going. What can they bring to the training camp?
"If you can really lead the tribe through this difficult time, then I should thank you."
Meng Qi spoke again. She had been serving as a priestess for a long time, and the sense of responsibility of this identity had already been subtly instilled in her.
Therefore, when thinking, he would inevitably consider the tribesmen first. To some extent, these people in front of him did help the Bingxi tribe.
Compared with the tribesmen who know nothing, they have more reaction speed and ability, enough to deal with the dangers they may encounter next.
On the other side of the deck, the tribesmen who had resolved the crisis were returning.
Attracted by the broken limbs and debris, the nemerteans that originally surrounded the wooden boat have fallen behind one after another and there is no possibility of catching up.
In order to prevent any fish from slipping through the net, the patriarch sent several people to search the wooden boat from top to bottom, inside and out.
Only after confirming that no other strange creatures were approaching the ship and waiting for an opportunity to stay near them did they feel a little relieved.
Seeing Meng Qi on the deck with a few people, Yin Jiu walked over quickly and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"The High Priest saw that we were both injured, so he came to check on us." Ding Can made up an excuse.
"Really..." Yin Jiu had never thought of such a situation. Her aunt rarely cared about one or several members of the clan in particular.
Except for major events that require decision-making, she rarely goes out and spends most of her time practicing in the temple.
Even I rarely have the opportunity to see my aunt.
Yin Jiu persuaded himself in his heart that it might be because they were in the migration process, which was a special situation, so he had to be more careful.
The patriarch also came forward at this time: "Master Priest, it seems that the navigation is going well at the moment, but we cannot predict what will happen next."
His face showed a look of helplessness and worry, as if he couldn't do anything.
Being in the sea with nowhere to rely on, you can only wait until a disaster occurs before you can make appropriate responses. This out-of-control situation is really uncomfortable.
"Everything is destined to happen. Don't worry too much." Meng Qi turned around and returned to her room in the cabin.
After resolving the crisis, the tribesmen gained more confidence after their panic. They felt that although the nemertean looked scary, it was actually no different from other common animals.
It's just that I was blinded by the sudden incident at the beginning.
After relaxing, everyone started looking for places to rest as they still had a long way to go before sailing.
In the cabin, it was time for the wounded to have their dressings changed. Shi Yan was tearing off the gauze wrapped around the wound, cleaning the blood stains on it, and then applying healing medicine again.
Yin Jiu was also there, taking out the medicines he had brought and putting them away in different categories, so that when they were needed, they would spend less time looking for them.
After Shi Yan changed the medicine, she saw that he was a little depressed.
She had never seen some of the herbs before, so she just watched Yin Jiu's movements from the side.
"Why are you unhappy?"
"I didn't..." Yin Jiu retorted subconsciously, but still curled his lips and exhaled, with all the expressions written on his face.
He continued, "It just seems like this migration isn't going well, and many people are in a bad mood."
Since he was a child, migration has been what Yin Jiu looks forward to most every year. On Fengyang Island, he can eat a lot of fresh vegetables and fruits.
During the day, when you lie on the lawn outside, your body will be warmed by the sun and you don’t have to worry about catching a cold.
But this time, as soon as they reached the Holy Gate, some of their tribesmen started to get injured.
"Besides, my aunt must be under a lot of pressure."
Family ties are the strongest bond. Even though their statuses are different, they still care about each other.
Shi Yan didn't find it strange that he had such a mentality. Putting herself in Yin Jiu's shoes, she felt that she might not be much better than Yin Jiu.
"The priestess actually cares about you very much, but due to her status, she often cannot express it."
Yin Jiu didn't say anything, but he arranged the herbs faster, as if he wanted to do something to relieve his inner anxiety.
"I know, so I rarely bother my aunt with my own affairs. I know that priests work very hard."
From childhood to adulthood, Meng Qi has always cared about him in secret. Even though all of this cannot be shown on the surface, Yin Jiu still grew up in love, which is why he has developed his current personality.
Yin Jiu encouraged herself: "So, I must do my best to help my aunt. The more I do for others, the more relaxed my aunt will be."
Seeing him so carefree, Shi Yan realized that she had been worrying too much. She smiled silently: "Actually, I have some opinions of my own regarding medical skills."
For Yin Jiu at this moment, the medical knowledge of modern technology is like a vast universe unfolding before him.
He listened with great interest, and thought it was amazing that he could quickly adjust his body's condition just by relying on his physical position. He was also taking notes seriously.
It wasn't until later that I realized something was wrong.
"Where do you know all this?"
Shi Yan casually made up a story: "I suddenly dreamed about it one day, then I tried it on myself and found that it really works."
"That means God is working. Maybe there is something special about you!" Yin Jiu's eyes lit up, and he quickly believed and accepted this reason.
Without wasting any words, Shi Yan just followed his words and left while the other party was summarizing.
As the sun set in the west, the sea water had turned the same dark blue as the sky. The temperature dropped, and the tribesmen started a fire on the deck with iron buckets again.
No one went to the railing to enjoy the cold wind anymore, and a few people had already found a place to rest in the cabin.
There were people patrolling back and forth around the entire ship, and at this time, it happened to be Ding Can and his companions' turn to go to the cockpit to control the direction.
The cockpit is located near the bow, below the deck, with a small window on the side.
During the day, you can easily see the scenery outside, but at night, the moonlight is thin and visibility is very low.
Only in a very close distance around the ship could one vaguely see the sea water slightly surging.
Especially starting from the evening, ice cubes began to appear floating on the sea. The temperature was so low that even the surging sea water showed signs of freezing.
According to the tribesmen, the person at the helm needs to concentrate even more closely before late at night.
Because the sea that appears calm and peaceful during the day will show traces of icebergs at night.
These tall and heavy icebergs drift with the ocean currents, inadvertently revealing their shapes in the dark night.
If you doze off and fail to pay attention, and hit an iceberg, it is very likely that the wooden ship will fall apart.
The only thing to be thankful for was that the color of the iceberg was relatively easy to identify, so we had time to change the direction of sailing in time after discovering it.
Ding Can was highly concentrated, so he didn't feel tired at the moment. At the same time, he was marveling at the wisdom of the ancients.
It is surprising that such a large ship can be built. The direction can be precisely controlled by just turning a starter made of a few pieces of wood.
After going around an iceberg from the side, Gao Wenwen, who had been leaning against the small window, spoke.
"The ice flakes here seem to be a lot bigger."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
