Suddenly snow fell, from the sky, from afar, from all directions. The snowflakes beat on Joey and Imola's lonely backs mercilessly, and at this moment they seemed to be the last scenery in this extremely cold place. The snow was getting thicker, but the wind never wanted to stop, and the footprints became very deep, but the footprints ended their lives one by one before they had time to feel the temperature of the earth.

Joey carried Imola with a deep foot and a shallow foot on his back, and struggled forward. Imola seemed to have run out of energy, barely holding on to her breath with her eyes closed on Joey's broad shoulders.

Because of the daylight in the freezing ground, Joey couldn't tell when he was walking. One day? Two days? Or three days? Even if time flies, it seems to him that it is frozen in a moment by this cold weather. But at this time, Joey has gradually become weaker, and the warm coat he was wearing has already been covered for Imola. His own body was as cold as a dead corpse, and his feet were stiff, as if he had merged with the ice and snow land, and he no longer moved freely. The prolonged hunger and cold seemed to be like the call of death again and again, constantly hitting his mental defenses.

"I'm going to get out there, whether it's still this damn cookie-cutter ice and snow ahead." Joey has been secretly cheering himself up. But this endless ice and snow is like an emotionless white desert, always thinking of devouring the life that steps into. Hope seemed so worthless and insignificant, and how Joey wished that there would be a place in front of them that could protect them, even if it was a dilapidated grass hut.

"Imola. Imola. Joey looked back at the frail Imola and shook her vigorously in an attempt to wake her up, knowing that if Imola did fall asleep, she might never wake up again. However, Imola has not yet recovered from the severe injury caused by the casting of the spell, and is soaked in the cold wind and snow and cannot rest properly, and has long lost consciousness, only breathing weakly with her body's own reaction.

"What should I do? Is it true that I, Joey Parker, am going to die here? Joey muttered to himself, although he himself was beginning to become weak, but he felt that he had just recognized a woman who claimed to be his mother, and even the truth was not known, should he die in silence in this desolation? Died in this ghost place that may not be talked about for 10,000 years? Moreover, his father is still waiting for him, his brother is still waiting for him, and his friends are still waiting for him.

Although Joey didn't want to die here like an ant that no one cared about, Joey didn't seem to be able to withstand the coldness of God's arrangement, and he seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength as he continued to move forward in the wind and snow, and even the strength to support his eyes was about to disappear. I don't know how long I walked and how many footprints I stepped on. His steps were heavy, his frozen hands leaning on Imola desperately.

"Can't give up, can't give up." With his strong perseverance, he repeated the silent recitation to himself over and over again. But what's the use of that? Everything seems so small and vulnerable in front of the extremely cold land created by the Creator, it is like the end of life, and death may be the end.

Gradually, Joey became unable to support even his own body, let alone carrying Imola on his back. Joey didn't seem to have the strength to even open his eyes. He fell silently, he couldn't hold on any longer, and he carried Imola on his back and slammed into the thick snow like a free fall, stirring up a shower of snowflakes. Snowflakes flew, raising up tiny dust, and in an instant it became calm again, and the extremely cold land did not want to hold on to this only vitality. The wind and snow are like a ruthless killer, blowing, slashing, and sweeping like a blade, stirring up waves of snow, and slowly burying the pair of passers-by who are walking alone in the wind and snow. It looks as if Joey and Imola are going to sleep forever in this extremely cold place.

Joey was asleep, yes, he really was. In his sleep, he recalled all the joyous scenes of his past, childhood, and childhood. Dad and brother took him to the beach running, jumping, and having fun. At night, the three of them walked side by side, stepping out a series of footprints to let the waves savor, and then the three of them easily sat on the seashore and watched the ebb and flow of the night at will. He distinctly remembered that every time, every time, his father and brother would leave a place next to him, a place for his mother.

"Mother." The elf that lived inside Joey began to call to himself. "Wake up Joey, your mother needs you, you can't just die here."

Joey struggled to open his eyes and looked up through the snowflakes that shrouded his brow. At this moment, a figure seemed to be walking towards him in the distance. He wanted to shout, but even with all his strength, he couldn't make a sound. He had just raised his head slightly, and then slammed into the snow and fell asleep.

Ice and snow are really a kind of power from heaven, covering this cold earth layer by layer, like a thick ancient scroll, turning page by page, constantly turning, but there is no end. Joey died in the snow, and the pictures he longed for repeatedly appeared in his mind, shuttling through the scenes, but like the light that shuttled through time and space, trying to catch it but fleeting, going to the unknown distance.

"Hey, hey." Joey seemed to hear a strange call to himself in his sleep.

Yes, he was awakened by such shouts. At least he did open his eyes gradually.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Joey dimly seemed to see a strangely dressed girl facing him, but he didn't have the strength to look at it again, and fell asleep again.

"Hey, why did these two people come to the Extreme Cold Land? I know I can't survive. Ay. It's weird. What Joey had just seen was not hallucinating, but a girl talking to them.

Her name was Shenshen, and she was a standard Eskimo girl, dressed in a fur coat and a heavy fur hat, and lived in the extreme cold all year round.

Eskimos, a race that grew up in the wind and snow. Snow is their raindrops, nourishing their life's journey; The wind is their earth, carrying their growth trajectory. In the wind and snow, they have their own skills to survive. In this extremely cold place, they have existed for a long, long time with their own unique skills. They are not afraid of the cold, and the wind and snow wash their hearts like spring water.

Shen Shen was out hunting just now, ready to find some prey hiding under the ice and snow. Who would have thought that Joey and Imola would be found lying in the snow from a distance. She stepped forward to check and found that both of them had fallen asleep, and their bodies were frozen and stiff. She tried to wake them up, but to no avail. After thinking about it deeply, he decided to use his sled to transport the two back to his station.

Sink into your own small ice cellar and build a bonfire, hoping that the warmth of the flame will make the two strangers in front of you feel better, even a little warmth will be precious here. She sat on the side and watched them silently, muttering to herself, "Hey, these two people are so strange. Judging by what they're wearing, they're definitely not from here. Why did you come to the Extreme Cold? She couldn't figure out any questions, so she could only hope that the sleepy Joey and Imola would wake up as soon as possible, and she could ask for clarification.

I don't know how long it took, but Joey seemed to start waking up. The raging fire around him roasted his body a lot.

Joey slowly opened his eyes and looked around, "This ...... Where is this? He said with what little strength he had.

"Haha, you're finally awake. This is my ice cellar. Shen Shen saw that Joey had woken up, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up and lean on the pyre beside him.

Joey looked around and found himself in a huge ice cellar, surrounded by crystal clear ice on the walls and roof: "Ice cellar? Who are you? ”

"Hehe, my name is Shen Shen, I'm an Eskimo, and this is my home. Who are you? Why come to the Extreme Cold? Hippie replied to Joey. I was very happy to see that the person I rescued could wake up.

"Oh, my name is Joey and she's Imola. It's you...... Did you save us? ”

"Or else? I'm the only one here, did you come to my house by yourself? ”

"Oh, thank you." Joey wanted to get up and thank the little girl in front of him, but he didn't have the strength for the time being, so he just got up and fell down, and could only barely lean on.

"You're welcome. You'd better rest first, and you should be fine when your body is warm. "Shen Shen felt that he was great and could save a person's life. You know, it's been a long time since she's seen anyone from outside. Facing the ice and snow all day by yourself, you can imagine how boring it is.

"How is she?" Joey leaned to the side, but still thinking about Imola.

"She?" Shen Shen shook his head silently and continued: "I don't think her situation is very good. You see, her breathing is very weak, and I have examined her roughly, and it looks like she has some internal injuries. For a moment I thought she wouldn't wake up. ”

When Joey heard this, an inexplicable sadness came up, and he frowned tightly and remained silent. He just wanted Imola to wake up.

"Hey, Shenshen, will she still wake up?" Joey pointed to Imola on the side and said to Shen Shen.

Shen pursed his lips: "Forehead." It's hard to say. Because I don't know how long you've been here. If it's been too long, I guess ......"

"Estimate what? Say it quickly. Joey asked, eagerly, holding a heavy hand.

"The snow and ice here make the temperature very cold, which ordinary people can't bear. If she doesn't wake up in three days, I think ...... I really won't wake up again. Shen Shen replied by shaking his head regretfully.

Joey didn't answer, but just tightened his teeth, used all his strength to hold on to the ice wall, barely stood up, walked to Imola's side, took her hand and said to her, "Don't you just fall asleep." I still have a lot to say to you. ”

Joey burst into tears as she spoke, whether the woman in front of her was really her mother, or just a liar with some ulterior motives, but at least she saved the life of his brother Demar.

Suddenly, Joey remembered the three accessories of the Wellington Probe they had taken with them when they left the Square Room. "If only they could be combined. I'll know everything about the future. Joey pondered inwardly as he took out the desert rose, the elven coat of arms, and the sleeping sea beast.

"Huh? Sleeping Sea Beast ......" Shen Shen couldn't help but cry out when he saw Joey take out the sleeping sea beast. "This ...... Where did you come from? Shen Shen seemed to be in a hurry.

"This? Oh, this is the one who hurt us who stayed here. He brought us here for his own selfish desires, and now he has run away. These things are left here. ”

"This ...... This belongs to our cold lands, to our Eskimos, and you took it from the wandering sea beasts? Shen Shen was concerned and continued to ask.

Joey didn't know why, so he didn't think so, and replied Shen Shen: "Yes, it seems to be called a wandering sea beast." While it was asleep, we carefully took it from it. What's wrong? Do you know the sleeping sea beasts? ”

Shen Shen didn't even think to answer Joey, her brow suddenly tightened, "I can't let them steal what belongs to us." Shen Shen thought silently in her heart, only to see her suddenly turn around and pick up the wooden stick on the side of the ice cellar and swing it at Joey.

"You...... What are you doing? Joey was caught off guard by this sudden situation, and before he could finish his sentence, he was slammed on the head with a blow. I fell asleep all of a sudden.

Shen Shen saw that Joey was knocked unconscious by himself, so he hurriedly stepped forward and took down the sleeping sea beast that Joey was holding in his hand, turned around and rushed to the door, pushed open the door of the ice cellar, and disappeared into the wind and snow.