The wind was a little lighter late at night, and the snow was a little lighter, but the temperature did not rise.

Luckily, the flames on the stove brought a little warmth to the ice field at night, which made Al feel a lot better.

One liquid fuel is enough for this portable stove to last for about half a month, and Yanagihara has two in his hand, and a month's time to reach the No. 4 greenhouse in the west should be enough.

Al's face was a little ugly, probably due to a lack of oxygen, so he had some accompanying symptoms.

Yanagihara didn't say much, just walked over to the snowmobile, pulled out an oxygen tank, and brought it to Al's side and said.

"If you feel dizzy and tight, just inhale a little, it will make you feel a lot better, but don't keep inhaling, you still need to use these three cans of oxygen to go to greenhouse four."

Al nodded, he didn't have the strength to speak, he just picked up the mask on the oxygen tank and inhaled gently.

The conditions in the ice field were much worse than she had imagined, which made her worry about the rest of the trip again.

Yanagihara seemed to see this, and she was silent for a moment, then asked as if with a sigh.

"Why did your sister leave you alone in Greenhouse Four?"

She probably wanted to lighten the air, but it was clear that she had asked the wrong question.

Yanagihara hadn't interacted with any normal people in a long time, leaving her with little experience in small talk.

Al's expression darkened even more, and she lowered the mask in her hand before speaking.

"She's just like you, a hired person. That day she received a commission to go to Greenhouse No. 4, and she left. She said she would come back when the shortest hour hand on the clock had gone forty turns, and she asked her friend to take care of me······"

"And now?" Yanagihara subconsciously glanced at his pocket, the pocket watch, which was being placed in it at this time.

"The hour hand has gone sixty-four laps, and her friend is no longer here." Al replied.

"Is it······" Yanagihara replied softly, a little unsure of what to say.

"Yanagihara." Instead, it was Al who spoke first to break the peace.

"My sister is still alive, isn't she?"

She asked, looking up at Yanagihara with those still hopeful eyes.

Yanagihara was eager to answer her question truthfully, saying that her sister should have died, which was obviously a judgment that should have been made in a sane situation.

But when the words came to her lips, but when she looked into the girl's eyes, Yanagihara said not what she wanted to say.

"Well, she should still be alive."

Yanagihara said this, she never thought she would lie about such a pointless thing.

But she did tell a lie.

Why, maybe it's because she doesn't want the hope in the girl's eyes to dissipate like this.

Or maybe it was because she saw a hint of begging in the girl's eyes.

She was begging her to lie to her, so Yanagihara granted her wish.

"Hmm." Listening to Yanagihara's answer, Al laughed, her face had a thin flush, and she was very good-looking.

If it's not a cold night, it should be warm.

"Go to bed, it's late." Yanagihara stood up and said, herding Al into the tent.

She extinguished the stove, put it on thermowave mode and put it in the tent, and threw the oxygen tank inside.

"Your head may be sore at night the other day, remember to take oxygen yourself."

With that, Yanagihara withdrew from the tent and sat outside alone.

There is always a need for someone to keep watch at night on the snowy fields, after all, no one knows when the beast will attack.

The snow is a little smaller, and when you look up, you can see the starry sky over the snowfield.

This is probably one of the most beautiful views in this snowy field.

Unfortunately, most people who are on a road on the snowy field are not in the mood to enjoy such a view.

Looking up at the night sky in a silvery white and looking at the vast Milky Way, sometimes people can't tell the difference between the sky and the ground, as if they have unconsciously fallen into the deep and boundless night, and their minds will sink into the galaxy in a trance.

This is perhaps one of the few interests of Yanagihara, looking up at this beautiful heritage left before the disaster.

She watched it all night.

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When Al woke up the next day, Yanagihara had left a mutated wild dog next to the camp.

Just an hour earlier, a pack of wild dogs had attacked their camp, but they had all been chased out by Yanagihara, leaving one of them behind. For this reason, Yanagihara's stomach was scratched, and it took her a lot of time to stuff the intestines that had flowed all over the ground back into her stomach.

This made her have to start thinking about whether it would be more convenient to cut it directly next time she encountered such a situation.

Of course, none of these Al saw it.

All she saw was blood stains on Yanagihara's body and a wild dog torn in half.

Well, Yanagihara's strength is also a little bigger than ordinary people, but that's it.

Apparently Al was frightened to a certain extent, as a child who had never seen blood, the fishy smell in the air made her feel the urge to vomit.

Soon, though, Yanagihara began to introduce her to the benefits of these wild dogs.

As the bottom of the food chain in the ice sheet, these dingoes usually feed on snow rats and snow worms that live in snow.

Snow worms are one of the most common insects in this snowfield, feeding on the feces of other animals and microorganisms in the snow water, and perhaps because of the very special way they get their food, they rarely move during the day, just burying themselves in the snow to reduce consumption.

At the same time, they use their straw-like mouthparts to swallow and filter the snow to meet the needs of growth.

Snow worms grow very quickly in the larval stage, but because of their long lifespan, their size varies greatly, some are only the size of a finger, but some have not been disturbed for many years, and even grow to the size of a person. At that point, they can already devour some small animals.

But under normal circumstances, this kind of easy to prey, non-aggressive, and self-reproducing worms is one of the most popular foods for bottom animals on the snowfield, and the snow filtered by them is indeed very clean, and it can basically be drunk directly after melting.

Snow worms are high-protein foods, and a snow worm that grows for more than half a year is enough to support a dingo's energy consumption for a day.

Wild dogs, which prey on them all year round, are usually said to have well-proportioned muscles and tight meat, especially the meat of the neck, waist and abdomen, and have an excellent taste after being roasted. However, the hind leg meat is not so easy to bite because the muscle fibers are too thick.

Don't ask Yanagihara why she knows this, she's been living on this ice field for too long. Whether it is eaten by ordinary people or by ordinary people, she has basically eaten it.

"Z, z."

Watching Yanagihara dismember the carcass of the wild dog and roast it on the fire, Al's face was not good-looking.

But when the barbecue began to secrete fat and the wisps of fragrance began to overflow, she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

You must know that when she was growing up, she rarely ate anything other than jerky, and occasionally relied on some nutritional products brought back by her sister, most of which were pill-like things.

Barbecue, this is definitely a way to eat that she has not yet tried, people in the greenhouse basically do not barbecue, and the reason is very simple, because it is not convenient to store.

"Hmph~Hmph~Hmph."

You can have a delicious breakfast early in the morning, which makes Yanagihara, who hasn't eaten last night, feel good.

She began to hum again, as she dug out a jar of white powder from her kit.

Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not something bad, it's just salt, table salt.

Yanagihara grinded it from a mineral she had discovered during her travels, well, as long as the amount is right, it shouldn't matter if the average person eats it.

"Sprinkle the sprinkle."

Salt powder was evenly sprinkled on the roast meat, and Yanagihara sat by the fire expectantly with a light in his eyes.

Her hands clasped her ankles and her body swayed.

Al had never seen her look like this before, but it didn't look bad, but it made people feel a lot more familiar.

Probably when the aroma of the barbecue had overflowed to a certain extent, Yanagihara stopped his swaying body.

Her expression began to become serious, and she sat straight on the snow, her eyes closed, her hands folded around her chest, and her index finger tapping her arm with a flick.

It wasn't until the thirteenth lift of her index finger that a stray hair on the top of Yanagihara's head twitched, and she opened her eyes suddenly, and at the same time instantly reached out to close the stove, picked up two iron boxes, and picked out the slices of meat with a knife.

"Ziz."

It should be that Yanagihara's movements are too fast, and the fat on the barbecue is still beating.

Yanagihara handed a tin box to Al and said, "Serve it hot." ”

Then she picked up her tin box and began to swallow the slices of meat with the help of a knife.

Eating on the ice field is all about being fast, otherwise the prepared food will cool down immediately, and it will even freeze on the plate and cannot be eaten again.

Al was a little resistant, but because of the smell of the barbecue, she finally couldn't hold back, and forked a slice of meat with a fork in the tin box and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hmm!" As soon as the slice of meat was in its mouth, Al let out an exclamation.

It is no exaggeration to say that she has never eaten anything so delicious in her life.

Although she hadn't actually eaten too much in her life, she really never thought that there would be food in this world that could be so delicious.

The exact opposite of the jerky flavor filled her mouth, the indescribable soft or elastic pieces of meat pulsating between her lips and teeth, the juices flowing out with the oil, and the rich aroma seemed to rush to her brain.

And unlike jerky, which has almost no flavor, there is a wonderful taste on this slice of meat that makes her want to chew on her mouth, as if she wants to bite out every bit of it.

"Delicious, right?" Looking at Al's appearance, Yanagihara asked with a rare smile.

"But it's not the best, if I have the chance, I'll catch you another dreadtooth tiger to taste, and their belly meat is called delicious." Oh yes, and honey wolves, they have a special pouch inside their body that secretes a saliva that is specially designed to lure prey, but it's best for roasting meat······"

Speaking of food, Yanagihara's chatterbox seemed to open up at once.

It's just that what she said is obviously a little terrifying, and anyone who has a little understanding of the ice field will probably be frightened when standing on the sidelines.

Because whether it is a dreadtooth tiger or a honey wolf, they are giant monsters with a size of more than several meters, and it is absolutely impossible to hunt them without a professional hunting team.

But in Yanagihara's mouth, these are like snow worms, useless and easy to catch.

Well, probably that's true for her. After all, she traveled alone in the ice fields, had seen countless monsters, and killed many things that people who lived in greenhouses would never have imagined. These are all recorded on her blade, which is full of gaps.

Al ate the meat in her mouth, and some of her couldn't understand what Yanagihara said, she only knew that the meat was really delicious.

So she also had a special yearning for the dreadtooth tiger and honey wolf in Yanagihara's mouth.

It turns out that this is the beast?