The gelatinous substance in the skull, along with Rick's command, trembled violently as if he had been stung by a wasp.

Large cobweb-like veins of earthy yellow came out of the palm. Rick's face looked like he had swallowed a lot of arsenic, and he was pale and unspeakable. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead were constantly crowding and overflowing from the tips of his hairs.

Without the mantra to suppress the injury, the subtle crack in the brain domain suddenly widened by a point. Reflecting on reality, it is the uncontrollable spasmodic twitching of the muscles.

The cobweb-like veins are intermittently linked to the earth. It was a long time before Rick's body began to sink. That slow look, like a terminally ill old man

His heart was overwhelmed, and each contraction made Rick's chest feel stuffy and swollen. Through a faint, barely visible halo of earthy yellow, he struggled to shuttle through the earth.

It was like a heavy layer of mercury slurry around him, and every time Rick moved his arms, he felt a sense of stagnation.

Without relaxation, the surrounding dark scenery is like a closed and narrow small black room, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Even through the yellowish halo on the surface of the body, you can still feel the collision of dirt and stones.

As far as the eye can see, only a few meters away can be seen in the rocks or dirt structures, and the dark brown and various precipitated hues slow down time.

The skull was torn apart, and in just a few minutes of penetration, Rick's two eyeballs bulged slightly, and the two lenses were congested again.

This terrible state of affairs is getting worse. The body is like being injected with an excessive amount of radiation, and all kinds of negative states are running at full capacity.

My vision slowly blurred, and my limbs became more and more dull. The stiff joints are like rusty machines, and the muscles seem to have lost their vitality, allowing the last bit of willpower to be maintained.

The slashing arm slammed lightly, and the skin of the arm felt a piercing freezing sensation. His muscles shrank unnaturally, and Rick snapped up from his state of confusion.

Rick had a bad premonition, but the inertia of his body made him unable to stop the momentum of his progress, and he plunged headlong into the cold!

Consciousness is like a churned paste, unable to think at all.

His limbs were numb, his olfactory system could barely distinguish a faint smell of animal fur, and his ears faintly heard bursts of aria-like dissonance

Rick could feel the heat of the wide, sturdy palm on his back. The chapped lips touched the edge of a rough clay bowl, and then the lips were opened, and a stream of hot, bitter herbal soup stimulated the taste buds and slid into the throat

The nose is still the smell of faint animal fur, and the bitter and hot soup is replaced by an unforgettable hard and grainy feeling in memories.

Even if soaked in hot water, the hard sweet potato multigrain cake still maintains a hard and unpalatable taste. The throat was scraped painfully, and even the stomach pouch was a little protesting against the entry of this rough food.

The "buzzing" and tearing sensation in his head gradually disappeared as time passed, and Rick's mind slowly cleared up.

With another slumber, Rick struggled to pry open his heavy eyelids, his blurred vision converging, and the dim environment made him wonder where he was for a moment.

In the slightly humid air, a cool breeze takes away the dullness. It takes a while for the retina to adjust, and the pupils gradually start to see.

A strange inverted hanging stalactite catches the eye, and the smooth surface slightly reflects the arc light. The sound of turbulent water echoed throughout the cave.

There were dim torches stuck in a few stone troughs, and the pungent smell of burning inferior grease remained in the air. There were large patches of water and dirt on the ground, causing Rick's pupils to shrink slightly.

"Am I in a coma for months?"

It was the end of summer before he fell unconscious, and the frost on the dirty ground gave Rick a sense of time and space.

The heaving chest allows cool air to enter the lungs, and the chest cavity squeezes out turbidity. Swallowing a dry, stiff spittle, Rick put the thoughts aside and tried to move his body,

The limbs regained some strength, but like a bowstring that had been unmaintained for a long time, it could not be tightened and really forced.

There was a touch of coolness in the joints, and the soreness was unbearable. The forehead is slightly hot, and there is a low-grade fever.

Tucking his left leg into the futon, and moving his back, which was aching from the ground, Rick tried to make himself as comfortable as he could.

After doing this, a reluctant footstep gradually sounded from the left, accompanied by a complaining self-muttering.

"Really, why do I have to take care of that guy" The voice has a kind of coarseness of a teenager's voice change, and the tone is still a little childlike awkwardness and annoyance.

Rick propped himself up, let go of his vision, and looked calmly at the boy who had come out of the passage.

Strong and sturdy, this was Rick's first impression.

Thick leather hat, sturdy and tight cotton pants and cotton clothes. On the exposed cheeks, there are two healthy clumps of apple red.

Around the cheekbones and eye sockets, there are small pockmarks of light brown color. The two thick brown eyebrows make the teenager look a little immature and tough-guy.

Two stubborn eyes, like all rebellious teenagers, don't like what they see.

The broad lip flap is covered with a layer of slightly blackened fluff, which is full of erection hormones.

"Yo, you're awake. If you don't wake up, I'll consider throwing you into the glacier to feed the fish! The deep voice tried to express his "coldness", and his immature face tensed his muscles, trying to make himself look mature.

Rick was very grateful that the other party had saved him, so his facial features were only slightly adjusted, and he showed a calm smile that the young man could not imitate: "Thank you, this gentleman, may I ask where this is?" ”

The title of 'sir' made the adolescent teenager very useful, but he still tightened his face and maintained his "maturity": "This is the suburb of Tongban City, about half a day's away from the city"

From the brief introduction of the teenager, who is full of desire to show himself, Rick understands his place.

It is half a day's journey from Tongban City, near the dark river of a cave where ice is naturally collected.

Where there is a need, there is a supply. Being in the copper plate city full of copper smell, enjoying and making money is the theme here.

Charcoal burning in winter and ice cubes in summer are extremely popular out-of-season bestsellers.

Charcoal burning requires skill and space, and ice cubes can only be ingested from this underground river, except for winter cellaring.

Large families have private ice cellars, which cost a lot of manpower and material resources to maintain. The small family didn't have that ability, but they wanted to enjoy the cold in the hot summer, so this dark river, which often floated with ice cubes, became an additional income for the nearby villagers.