On the vast, boundless snowfield, white, feather-light snowflakes drifted slowly down from the sky, concealing all traces of human presence.
After an unknown amount of time, a silver dot appeared in the sky and gradually became clearer, eventually revealing itself to be an elegant, sleek silver fighter jet.
As the roar grew closer, the Silverwing fighter jet steadily descended.
Passing through the clouds and swirling snowflakes, it finally landed on a relatively flat snowfield, stirring up wisps of fine snow mist.
The fuselage reflected a cold, dazzling light, which stood out brilliantly against the backdrop of the white snow.
The noise of the fighter jet engines gradually subsided until it stopped completely, and the surroundings returned to silence, leaving only the sound of snowflakes falling softly.
The fighter jet's hatch slowly opened, and three figures dressed in overcoats slowly emerged from it.
It was Xiao Wujie, Lu Zhufeng, and Lin Qingyi who had chased after them all the way here in the "astronaut".
Although you can see it clearly from inside a fighter jet, you still can't help but feel amazed when you actually step into this remote and mysterious world of ice and snow.
Slightly shocked, the three quickly regained their senses.
Looking around at the desolate, deserted surroundings, Lin Qingyi frowned slightly.
Although she inhaled the biting cold wind, she always felt a lingering, repulsive scent in the air.
Gazing blankly at the vast snowfield, Lu Zhufeng said in a deep voice:
"The distress signal from Beishan was eventually located here!"
But where are they?
His eyes swept around, finally settling on the eerie and terrifying canyon with a slight tremor.
Even though I had some suspicions in my mind, I forced myself not to speak, afraid that my words might come true.
Oh shit!
I'm not a jinx!
Please, please don't say that...
The cold air outside contrasted sharply with the cabin air, and Xiao Wujie, dressed in a heavy black coat and turtleneck sweater, couldn't help but cough lightly twice.
His gaze swept around, finding nothing, before he spoke in a low, somber voice:
"Did you confirm that the distress signal from Beishan was ultimately located here?"
Lu Zhufeng nodded with difficulty upon hearing this.
His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the canyon, and his hands, tucked into his coat pockets, clenched slightly.
He felt his right eyelid twitching, and he felt a little panicked.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
The icy wind rushed into my lungs, causing a sharp pain in my chest. I shivered involuntarily, and my mind cleared up a bit.
In a raging storm, what's needed isn't to run faster, but to keep your footing steady.
Panic solves nothing; even if the sky falls, someone has to hold it up.
He is the kind of person who remains calm even if Mount Tai collapses before him, so he will naturally not lose his composure at crucial moments.
With his eyes closed, his mental energy spread outwards like a tide, unwilling to miss any detail.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open, his sharp gaze abruptly fixed on a snowdrift.
With one step, he appeared in front of the snowdrift the next moment.
With a flick of his finger, the snow instantly burst open, revealing a large hole inside, in which stood a fat man with teary eyes and frozen lips.
Inside the warm cabin, Beishan's lips trembled slightly as he gripped a steaming cup of tea tightly in his hands, feeling the warmth spread from his fingertips throughout his body, awakening every inch of skin that had been chilled.
Her face, which had turned purple from the cold, gradually regained some color, and the tiny ice crystals hanging on her eyelashes melted into water, which flowed down her cheeks.
"..."
"Yunmo hid me in the snow cave, which is why I wasn't discovered. Those two groups of people have already followed Yunmo into the Frozen Ghost Realm."
After giving his instructions in a trembling voice, Beishan rubbed his still numb face vigorously.
As Beishan finished speaking, the cabin fell silent.
Xiao Wujie sat opposite Beishan, his face ashen, without uttering a word.
Based on Beishan's confession, he was almost certain that the three women he mentioned were Chu Liyue, Leng Ruxue, and Chu Wan, and the other man was Vito Rosso.
Things had developed to this point completely unexpectedly.
He had always had two plans for reagent number three.
On one hand, Yunmo and Beishan stole the relevant formula; on the other hand, Chu Liyue successfully retrieved the reagent.
The best outcome is obviously that both sides can succeed, and the worst outcome is that only one side succeeds. It is unlikely that both sides will fail at the same time.
God's influence is too deep; even the number of people he can plant is very limited.
He didn't want Yunmo to get too involved with Beishan, so he only gave them the task of stealing the reagent formula and didn't tell them too many secrets.
Knowing too much will only harm them.
Unexpectedly, these small information gaps have led to their downfall today as well.
He prided himself on being meticulous and having a flawless plan, yet he ended up facing this situation.
Ironically, the outcome turned out to be the best result that was originally expected, where both could be achieved.
Upon realizing this, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.
Many things are truly inexplicable and hard to explain; one can only say that human calculations are no match for fate.
Even with all his cunning and connections, there are still things he cannot reach or control.
He looked up at the abyss that resembled hell, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
At this point, he was no longer flustered.
In a sense, his calculations were not entirely unsuccessful.
At least the formula for reagent number three and reagent number three were both right in front of him, weren't they?
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