"Yanagihara, Yanagihara, can you still hear me!"

In the moving car, Wadson repeatedly checked Yanagihara's situation with a communicator.

But all that came from the communicator was the faint sound of electricity and the silent blind sound.

There was silence in the carriage for a while.

"Damn ······" Wadson looked out the window at the retreating snowfield and weakly lowered his hand to his mouth.

He thought of Al, of the child who had lost all his dependence.

"Bang!"

He punched the carriage with his head bowed like a defeated lion: "Damn it." ”

The soldiers and mercenaries on either side were silent.

They all knew what was going on, and the herd's abandonment of the train said it all.

There is obviously only one answer to why the beasts would besiege the person who jumped out of the carriage, and that is that she has the beast trap spice on her body, and in this way, she attracts all the attention of the beasts and buys time for the train to leave.

Otherwise, under the siege of birds and beasts, it is simply impossible for the train to start again.

And even if it is activated again, there is a high probability that it will be re-stuck by the corpses of the beasts.

"She's a real fighter."

A muscular man stood aside and spoke angrily.

There was no doubt about that, because between Yanagihara jumping out of the carriage and the time the train left, she bought everyone about three minutes.

It is almost impossible for a person to survive the bite of the herd for three minutes with only the blade.

But she did.

It can be said that without these three minutes, the train will not be able to leave, the beasts will attack the carriages, and everyone will die.

So the strong man said that Yanagihara was a warrior, and he recognized her identity, but also recognized her ability, and everything she did was enough to gain his respect.

"It's a pity I haven't spoken to her much." The other, somewhat emaciated mercenary, said with a wry smile.

"She always sits alone in the corner." This time it was a soldier who liked to observe other people's situations.

There was silence again in the carriage, and no one showed much sadness.

Because everybody knows that this is a disaster.

They are used to death.

But Wadson was still standing by the window with his head down, because he didn't know how he was going to face the girl when he went back.

He never wanted to convey the news of death, even if that was one of his duties.

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In the herd on the other side, watching the wounds on Yanagihara's body gradually heal, the beasts roared, and did not attack again at the first time.

They feel a sense of oppression, a natural timidity, like the cowardice of prey in the face of predators.

They don't know where this feeling of oppression comes from, they only know that their instincts tell them that the human in front of them is very dangerous.

This made them hesitate, but the beast was a beast after all, and madness eventually triumphed over reason.

A giant lion nearly four meters tall roared, leading the herd to pounce on Yanagihara once more.

So, Yanagihara told them with practical actions where this sense of oppression came from.

Because she is a more superior predator herself, these beasts on the ice field, one is counted as one, and all of them are her prey.

"Roar!"

There was also a roar from Yanagihara, followed by a fist that hit the giant lion in the face.

As I said before, in addition to immortality, Yanagihara's strength is also a little greater than that of ordinary people.

It's just that few people know how much this point is.

"Bang!"

A heavy muffled thud was heard, and the body of the giant lion was slammed to the ground under the not too big fist.

The snow dispersed and the wind blew.

In the scattered snowflakes, the face of the giant lion lying to the ground was blurred with flesh and blood, the muscles were twisted, and the white bones were exposed.

"Thorn!" A long knife stabbed straight into its neck, cutting off the last shred of its life.

Yanagihara stood on top of the giant lion and drew his long knife.

Looking at the beasts that had been completely aroused by the blood, she returned the favor with an equally cruel smile.

"Come on."

The woman on the lion's back tilted her head and said.

Yanagihara was never afraid of killing, because she had faced even more unreasonable savagery, because there was also a ferocious beast in her blood.

"Roar!" Two snowwolves pounced on Yanagihara's back, a giant eagle flew down from the sky, a brown bear slapped Yanagihara's waist with its claws, and a wild dog quietly circled her back.

The claws and fangs were approaching, and the next moment, the knife light was on, and the blood-stained wolf's head flew into the air, the giant eagle was cut off and fell to the ground, the brown bear roared, but it was submerged in the mouth by a blade, and the wild dog was trampled on the ground with one foot, breaking its spine.

And Yanagihara's body is also because of several wounds left by her unreasonable way of fighting.

Her arms were nearly bitten off, her shoulders pierced by the eagle's talons, and the flesh at her waist turned upside down, revealing her entrails.

But she's immortal, isn't she?

The black-and-red lines of flesh and blood twined around her body, muscles quickly regrouping together, skin and bones growing at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, Yanagihara had returned to his original form.

She turned, and without hesitation, threw a long knife in her hand straight into the onrushing herd.

The blade slashed through the air in a white stinging and stabbed into the eye socket of a sharp-toothed tiger.

"Roar!" The sharp-toothed tiger screamed, but before its scream could subside, Yanagihara appeared above its head.

This crazy human never seems to think about the way to kill, she only cares about killing.

"Bang!!" So she stepped on the blade in the eye of the Toothed Tiger, causing the blade to pierce the back of the Tiger's head.

The giant tiger fell to the ground with a wail, and Liu drew his long knife again, turned and stabbed through a pounced wolf.

Her arms are sometimes bitten off by wild beasts, her feet are sometimes torn apart by wild dogs, and her waist and belly are sometimes torn open by sharp claws.

But she just never stopped killing, as if she could ignore any injuries on her body, and then stabbed the beast with her blade again and again, broke the beast's neck with both hands, and bit open the beast's artery with her teeth.

Her body seemed to be full of weapons, and even the only broken bone could be pulled out by her to pierce the beast's jaw.

Can you imagine the scene of her pulling out her hand bone and stabbing through an arguing ape?

Yes, Yanagihara is crazy, because this era is crazy enough, so she has seen too many absurd things.

This made her understand the truth of surviving on this ice field.

When you should be cruel, be cruel.

Anyway, humans are beasts, aren't they, why bother claiming to be civilized.

"Puff puff!!" The heads of several more beasts were tossed high.

Yanagihara half-crouched on the ground, his hands pressed against the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Let's hope these knives will last to the end, she thought as she looked at the almost endless herd.

At least if she could, she didn't want to tear the beast apart with her teeth and nails.

After all, there is no civilization without papers, and civilized weapons must be used after all.

This is the crystallization of human ingenuity.

With a heartfelt tongue, Yanagihara stabbed a beast in the jaw with a long knife, and then turned around and raised his leg, kicking the handle of the knife into its head as well.

Don't blame me, after all, this is survival of the fittest, remember family planning in the next life, and don't cause trouble to others.

With this in mind, Yanagihara pulled out the knife from the beast's head and continued to fight among the beasts.

It can only be said that although she looks quite mature and stable, she actually seems to be a radio wave system, and she always thinks about something that normal people can't understand.

Flesh and blood flew in the snow, and the killing continued, from early morning to late afternoon.

The sunset on the horizon shines on the snow with a golden-red glow.

It was about halfway through the dead and wounded that there was finally a wail from the herd, and the herd retreated and ran back into the mountains, leaving behind a ragged corpse.

"Click!"

Yanagihara took the last lion in his arms and twisted his neck.

It was finally over, and she leaned on the lion and looked around.

The ground was littered with the remains of wild beasts, and six straight knives stood among the corpses, the edges of which were already in tatters.

The setting sun illuminates everything blood-red.

Yanagihara was silent for a moment, then stood up, then sat down on the lion's corpse, felt in his pocket, and pulled out a blood-stained cigarette.

"Smack." The lighter lit the flame, and the flame lit the cigarette butt.

"Inhale—exhale."

Yanagihara was facing the setting sun with blood all over his body, took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand, and spat out another puff of mist.

Everything was so quiet that the noise and chaos of Fang Cai seemed like a dream.

"Are you gone?" Yanagihara looked at the empty track at the foot of the mountain and said softly.

"It's not righteous."

I don't know if he was complaining or stating plainly, Yanagihara said slowly.

Then she lowered her head again and smoked silently.

In fact, she really didn't want the Greenhouse Guards to stay, because then they would only be afraid of themselves.

After all, it is impossible for any normal person to kill thousands of beasts on their own, right?

So let them think they're dead.

Yanagihara didn't mind that.

But what happens after that?

Yanagihara sat quietly on the silent corpse with a cigarette in his mouth, watching the sun set in the distance.

She felt a little empty, but it was normal, as is usually the case with people who have exercised intensely.

What is the old saying from the pre-disaster era, well, the body trembled slightly, and then everything was boring.

Yanagihara is probably in such a state now.

Anyway, when you think about it, it seems that she suddenly had some inspiration.

So she took a notepad out of her pocket, then drew a pen from it, and wrote:

"To my frozen hometown, today I have killed more than a thousand lives, my heart is empty, I can't help but worry, but there is a small memory······" (Hey, you apologize to your hometown, bastard!) ）

Yes, Yanagihara sat among the corpses and wrote the letter she was going to write to her hometown.

Blood ran down her fingers and dripped onto the note.

"Not bad." Looking at the few words he wrote down with feelings, Yanagihara nodded with satisfaction.

A cold wind blew through the snowfield, and the wanderer with abnormal radio waves stayed for a moment.

Finally, she closed the notebook and put it back in her pocket.

It's getting dark, and now she has two options.

One is to go straight east and look for that piece of sea.

One is to follow the orbit back to Greenhouse 4 and go to El to find it.

One is the purpose and the other is the commitment.

Yanagihara pondered for a moment, then dropped the cigarette he was about to finish on the ground.

The snow extinguished the spark, and she got up and followed the track, heading towards the sunset.

No way, who made her a commitment-minded person.

And her coat is still on the greenhouse train.

She loved the dress so much, but she didn't want to lose it.

Thinking so, Yanagihara walked on the road with a determined gaze in his eyes.