The Thirty Polar Nights have finally arrived.

The Ice Plains tribe, who had experienced the polar night many times, was surprisingly quiet after the arrival of the polar night this time.

In the whole tribe, none of them lit the shark oil lamp that could always shine for more than a month, and the streets were even more empty, as if these people who had worked hard and worked hard to live had forgotten the difference between night and day after the arrival of the polar night.

They know how to sleep peacefully in the night, but they forget to wake up in the night.

On the shore of the ice lake, a lifelike ice sculpture stands on the side, although the ice sculpture is the image of a person, but it has a somewhat surreal meaning, just because behind the ice sculpture, there is a pair of huge wings open.

The dark wings were covered with ice chests, and together with the people under the ice wings, they froze into a whole sculpture.

Disheartened, Morpheus has been in this state for three whole days.

Within three days, no one had discovered the conspicuous "monster" on the shore of the frozen lake.

Wright ultimately failed to tell the tribe that Morpheus was the legendary monster, and has been shut about it since returning home that day.

She didn't want to see anyone, she didn't want to say anything.

The deep despair made this already ill-fated woman no longer have any hope for life.

Wright just wanted to sleep there.

She felt like she had slept for a long, long time, until the day and night alternated, and everything was disordered.

By the time Wright woke up again, the night of the Thirty Poles had already arrived.

There was no more daylight on the ice sheet, and the world, which almost looked like eternal night, finally arrived as scheduled.

Wright walked out of his room, only to find that the tribe as far as his eye could see was in darkness.

Worriedly, she lit the shark oil lamp on the porch, and a faint light finally appeared on the ice field.

Perhaps, everyone is just adjusting their schedules and not adapting to the arrival of the polar night for a while, so there will be such a scene.

Wright looked at the entire bleak ice field, relieved for this unconvincing reason.

But a few more days passed, and Wright finally noticed everyone's strangeness.

It was as if all the people in the tribe had fallen into a long sleep at the moment of the arrival of the thirty polar nights.

Among the various beasts in the ice field, there is a ferocious bear, which will frantically hunt for food and nutrients when winter comes. When the ice bear has accumulated enough fat in its body, it will go into hibernation for several months.

And everyone in the tribe seems to have entered this state of hibernation.

Wright, carrying the dim oil lamp, walked to the most lively street in the tribe, which was deserted, and there was not a glimmer of light in the houses on both sides of the street.

She couldn't help but lie on the windows of several houses and look hard into the room, but after looking at several houses, she found that the people inside were just sleeping peacefully.

They...... Just asleep...... Nothing more......

But...... Wright couldn't help but wonder in his heart...... Obviously, several days have passed since entering the 30th polar night, but why do you still have no intention of waking up?

A faint fear gradually spread in the quiet darkness, and Wright stood alone on the deserted street, a cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

Snowflakes began to fall in the sky, and the polar night began to snow heavily, and the coldest month of the year finally ushered in the first heavy snow of the year.

It was snowy enough to seal the door, and Wright rushed back to his home and couldn't go out again.

The snow outside the door was overwhelming, and the snowflakes outside the window were almost connected, and Wright was already shivering from the cold after standing on the porch for a moment, and Wright couldn't help but miss Morpheus in the snowy night.

That monster, Morpheus.

Wright shook his head vigorously and moved closer to the fireplace in his house.

These days, the empty bedroom has become difficult to live in, Wright sleeps alone in the bed, always wakes up by the cold temperature, and later, Wright has to carry the quilt to the fireplace in the living room, and only here in the house will there be a slight feeling of warmth.

Maybe it's because he's used to Morpheus's warm embrace, or maybe it's because this year's Thirty Polar Nights are really a little cold, and by the time the snow is about to stop, Wright has used up all the charcoal he has stored for the arrival of the Thirty Polar Nights.

It was still dark outside, but Wright had to go out and buy some charcoal fire.

Fortunately, it is not as windy and snowy as it was a few days ago, although it is dark outside, but without the invasion of heavy snow, Wright, who is wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside, finally musters up the courage to walk out of the house.

Calculate the time, now it should be the agreed daylight time for everyone in the tribe.

But when Wright went outside, he found that there was still silence in the tribe.

An ominous premonition instantly lingered in Wright's heart, and at this moment, Wright could no longer care about any politeness, rushed to the door of the tribal patriarch's house, and smashed the door with force.

No matter how heavy a person is, he should be able to wake up when he hears such a vigorous knock on the door regardless of it, but Wright knocked desperately for a long time, but he still couldn't wait for someone to answer the door.

Eventually, Wright couldn't hold it anymore, grabbed the shovel that was sitting by the door, and began to slam it hard at the lock.

Wright easily pried the door open and rushed into the house, but still didn't hear any response.

Only a few vague cries came from the upstairs bedroom.

Obviously, a third of the thirty polar nights have passed, and ten days have passed, is the patriarch still sleeping?

Wright walked upstairs in confusion, and with an inexplicable uneasiness, reached out and pushed open the bedroom door.

On the bed, the patriarch and his wife lay peacefully, and Aunt Fenrir, who was the elder of the tribe, lay beside her husband, sleeping very sweetly.

These two people were the most industrious models in the tribe, even if it was the thirty polar nights, they never stopped their labor, but at this moment, they were still sleeping soundly at home?

"Aunt Fenrir, Uncle Patriarch......" Wright mustered up his courage and tried to softly arouse the two.

But the two people lying on the bed did not respond at all.

"Aunt Fenrir, Uncle Patriarch!" Seeing this, Wright couldn't help but accentuate his voice.

However, there was still no response.

Wright tiptoed forward and reached out to touch Aunt Fenrir's body: "Fenrir...... Aunt ......"

Aunt Fenrir didn't react, she didn't even move, but her breathing was still even and long, not as if she had passed out.

At this moment, Wright couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed Aunt Fenrir hard, and with all his strength, shouted loudly in her ear: "Aunt Fenrir!" ”

Now, even the most sleepy people should wake up, but Aunt Fenrir didn't respond.

Even...... Even the patriarch uncle beside her slept soundly as if he hadn't heard Wright's yelling.

At this moment, Wright finally realized the abnormality of the situation.

Even if you sleep deeply, if you let yourself shout like this, you should be woken up, but the two people in front of you still can't wake up, which is really a bit unreasonable.

In a moment of confusion, Wright suddenly thought of the man with black wings.

Isn't it, he's doing everything?

Wright didn't want to speculate like this, let alone doubt Morpheus, but the strange facts were in front of him, and there was no such situation in the tribe that had always been calm, and it was only after he came that this kind of abnormality made ordinary people sleep for a long time for the first time.

Wright didn't want to believe it, but the facts were in front of him.

After closing the door to the patriarch's house again, Wright took the dim oil lamp and began to search for Morpheus in the ice field.

Wright didn't have much hope, and in her heart, she even vaguely hoped that Morpheus had left the ice field, but on that day, where Wright crashed into Morpheus's real body, she once again found the target she was looking for.

At this moment, Morpheus is like an ice sculpture, standing quietly on the shore of the ice lake, motionless, and he doesn't know whether the people in the ice sculpture are dead or alive.

Wright was surprised to walk into the ice sculpture of Morpheus, the kneeling man on the ground, covered in layers of ice, unable to see what was going on inside.

"Little Ink ......" was at a loss, Wright reached out and stroked his cheek, and the cold ice layer of his tentacles suddenly became a little prickly.

The outside of this ice cube is already so cold to the touch, what will happen to the people inside?

In a panic, Wright was already anxious.

"Little ink!" She called again.

But this time, there was already a hint of urgent concern in her tone.

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