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Looking down from space, Siberia is pure white, and the once green plains, black taiga, and blue lakes have disappeared. On the white ice field, there are occasional black dots scattered like sesame seeds, which are mountains almost entirely covered in snow and ice, and nothing else.

However, in recent days, Siberia, which has been isolated from the rest of the world for too long, has welcomed a group of guests.

On the ice field, the aircraft landed smoothly, ejecting air currents and emitting a loud roar, which was transmitted dozens of kilometers away in this open environment.

More than a hundred figures, like ants, poured out of the aircraft in an orderly manner, surrounding the ice, as if carrying out some kind of activity.

"This is the seventh location in three days."

Mi Yu looked at the busy Ora and the others from the side, although she was in a hurry, she couldn't help much.

"yes."

Chen Si echoed and looked into the distance.

As far as the eye can see, there is ice and snow everywhere, and the strong reflection of the sunlight makes people dizzy. To avoid "snow blindness", everyone wears goggles and uses charcoal to blacken the underside of their eyelids to look like pandas.

Two hours later.

"Report, no remains found."

A dozen soldiers returned to the surface from the lower layer of the glacier with frustrated expressions and empty hands, which meant that the operation was once again futile.

Hearing this, Euler and Lu Guan looked at each other, and finally sighed.

The disappointments again and again made everyone numb and the morale of the team was low.

In fact, many people know that there is basically no hope for the remains of the martyrs who have not been found for so long.

Perhaps, in that great war, the ancestors all died with the White Terror, and in the violent explosion, everyone was wiped out, leaving no corpses at all.

Even if another 1,000, 10,000, or even 100,000 people were to be sent and it would take decades to turn over every inch of Siberia, it would be a waste of manpower.

At this moment, a surprising scene happened.

"Chief, please...... Cancel this mission. ”

Qin Ji walked up to Yang Zhen's father and daughter with the help of Qin Ziyou, and pleaded sincerely.

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

No one thought that the first person to give up was Qin Ji.

This old man lived to be almost 90 years old, and his biggest obsession in this life was to hope to bring back the bones of his father before he died.

He had been waiting for this day for eighty years.

However, now he has taken the initiative to give up, and no one can imagine how fierce the struggle and torture his heart has been.

"Old gentleman...... Why? ”

Yang Zhen sighed.

"Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of the faithful, why should the body be returned by horse leather."

Qin Ji showed a kind smile and chanted two lines of poetry leisurely, a look of relief appeared on his wrinkled face, he turned around and bowed deeply to everyone.

"These days, it's hard for everyone."

After speaking, he walked step by step to the cabin, his thin body swaying in the cold wind, the miserable white sunlight stretched his back infinitely, and the endless desolation, loneliness and depression made everyone's hearts seem to be blocked by something.

"You've all seen it."

Yang Zhen said in a deep voice, "If anyone is tired, there is no need to bring it up, just choose to leave, and I will definitely not give any punishment." But for those who are willing to stay, no matter how slim the chances, I want you to do your best. On this trip, we are not only burdened with the wishes of Qin Ji, but also the honor of the association, as well as the expectations of more than one billion Chinese compatriots. ”

"Never give up!"

All the soldiers shouted together, their faces red and their necks thick.

"Mission continues!"

Yang Zhen walked resolutely towards the hatch.

A few minutes later, the aircraft lifted off again and headed for the next location.

On the same day, Broken Dust left in a small flying vehicle.

His purpose was originally to cultivate in the icy environment of Siberia, and after the Black Ice Storm was over, he naturally wouldn't waste his precious time here.

As for the rest, including Mi Yu and Chen Si, they all chose to stay in the team.

For the next week or so, the team traveled across Siberia, from the Ural Mountains in the west, to the Pacific coast in the east, and even north to the edge of the Arctic Circle.

For more than ten days, I worked tirelessly, day and night, and searched hundreds of times, and found all the places where the battle might break out that year, and dug dozens of meters deep underground, but ......

In the end, nothing came of it.

"How many places are left unsearched?"

Yang Zhen asked.

"There are less than ten left."

Euler's expression was solemn, and when the last ten locations were searched, there was nothing he could do.

"Go on!"

Yang Zhen's expression remained unchanged, although he was 79 years old, as a hunter ranked 7th in the S-rank, he did not have a trace of the temperament of an old dragon bell at all, but was full of strength and sharpness, and was not hit by any setbacks.

This old man is undoubtedly the Dinghai Divine Needle in the team.

"Wow!"

At that moment, a flock of snow cranes flew over the group's heads, and their shrill cries echoed in the air.

One of the snow cranes, his eyes staring at the people on the ice field, his eyes rolling strangely like the lens of a camera.

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When the two S-class hunters led the team to turn Siberia upside down, who would have thought that in the depths of the ice field, a group of mysterious people were closely watching their every move.

Near the Arctic Circle.

On the endless ice field, at some point, a huge building appeared.

The building, seen from afar, is divided into three floors, inside and out.

Each layer is made up of many petal-like structures, with the outermost petals opening outwards and the innermost layer closed, like a spotless, budding snowlotus floating on an ice field.

And the interior of the "Lotus" is even more beautiful.

In the hall, 36 marble stone pillars support the dome, and on each stone pillar, there are carved statues of various gods, devils, monsters, and exotic flowers and plants, full of symbols and metaphors. In the center of the ceiling, a large snake with feathers is carved, hundreds of meters long, entrenched in the entire dome, with a pair of lantern-like scarlet eyes, indifferently looking down the hall, like a god looking down on the world.

The place where the eyes of the great snake converge is an altar in the center of the hall, on the altar, tens of thousands of large candles are burned, the candles are divided into twelve rows, each row is separated by flowers, and the rich fragrance of flowers permeates the hall.

The whole hall, bathed in the soft light of candles, has a quiet, solemn and noble atmosphere, filled with a mysterious heavenly atmosphere.

At this time, directly north of the hall, opposite the conference table, a projector was working, projecting the whereabouts of Yang Zhen and others on the wall from a high-altitude perspective.

Eight red-robed men sat on either side of the conference table.

The four people on the left are wearing rings on their index fingers, and the rings are engraved with the four ancient characters of heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, while the four people on the right are also wearing rings, which are printed with the universe, the sky, the Hong, and the wilderness.

The terrifying thing is that the breath of these eight people, each of them is like an abyss and an ocean, unfathomable, not inferior to Yang Zhen and Yang Biyun at all!

"If this continues, these people from the Hunters' Association will find out about us sooner or later."

Suddenly, 'Hong' spoke, his voice was obviously not very loud, but it gave people the feeling of a thunderbolt in the clear sky, like a continuous thunderbolt constantly exploding in the empty hall.

Martial artists below the solid-state level, just hearing this sound, will cause their blood to boil, their hearts explode and they will die.

"In that case, it's better to kill them directly."

'Yu' said lightly, his voice was extremely weird, as if it was on the left, on the right, on the top, and on the bottom, making people vomit blood uncomfortably.

"There are two S-rank hunters in this team, and if you kill them, you will be in a lot of trouble. I have told the High Priest that the final decision is up to her. ”

'Heaven' spoke, his voice was ethereal, as if it came from the depths of the starry sky above the nine heavens.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As soon as the words of 'Heaven' fell, the sound of a scepter hitting the ground was heard in the depths of the hallway.

It was a gray-haired figure walking slowly from the darkness with strange steps, all kinds of bottles and cans hanging from her waist, and her body exuded an eerie chill, a terrible mixture of superstition, devils, and spells......