Just imagining me crawling through the ground with stumps of internal organs, stumps and severed arms is a deeply uncomfortable process.

However, at this time, I have no choice, if I want to go over and find the main person who has uttered the prayer several times, I must cross through this miserable human purgatory in front of me.

The only thing that comforts me is the temperature.

In the temperature of dozens of degrees below zero, those fragments of stumps have been frozen and hard, and they will not emit a disgusting smell, and they will not make people feel that uncomfortable sticky feeling when touched.

Muttering in my heart, I had already squatted down, and after taking a step sideways just now, I should have been standing in the middle of the two monsters I had just seen.

I slowly crouched down as I reached out and felt for the gap that had formed between the two frozen corpses in my memory.

The gap was still very obvious, and it didn't take much effort for me to get a clear picture of the shape.

Pulled out the Tang knife on his waist, and pulled out the ** small pistol.

I bowed my head and got into the "slaughterhouse" in the middle through the gap.

At the moment of drilling, I really couldn't help but get nervous.

Just as I was clinging to the frozen corpses of the two monsters and burrowing into the gap, I was really worried that the two frozen corpses I was clinging to would suddenly come to life.

If these two monsters waved their sharp weapons in their hands while I was looking down and drilled over, or raised their feet up at my head, it would be fucking fun

Fortunately, these were just the tension in my heart, until I completely got into the "slaughterhouse", the two frozen corpses were still standing in place in a decent manner, and did not make any unfriendly movements.

When I actually got into the "slaughterhouse", although I couldn't smell the gagging, I couldn't help but frown.

At this time, I did not immediately stand up straight, but still crouched in the "slaughterhouse" and touched in the direction of the front.

The short knife in his hand once again played the role of pathfinder.

In fact, at this time, I knew that on the ice in front of me, there were all kinds of bits and pieces of internal organs and stumps and severed arms.

The purpose of the short knife in my hand at this time is to pull it aside after touching the fragments.

However, while moving forward slowly, I couldn't fully take care of the space in front of me, and the short knife could only pull away the stump in front of my body.

And the fragments on both sides of my body I basically don't care about them, and I don't think they exist.

However, just because I can pretend that those things don't exist doesn't mean they really don't exist.

Just after I was slowly feeling a few meters away, suddenly, my right foot, which was moving forward, was suddenly hooked by something from behind the right.

Something suddenly caught in the hem of my trousers, and I couldn't help but "chuckle" in my heart.

Without even thinking about it, I swung my knife and slashed hard at my right rear.

With such a swing of the knife, the short knife in my hand suddenly slashed at something hard, and from my hand again came the feeling of a knife cutting frozen pork.

This feeling clearly told me that I must have slashed at a frozen stump somewhere.

Because of my great force, this knife slashed very deep into the "frozen meat", and I slashed hard a few times, but I didn't pull out the short knife.

Now I can't help but feel strange, these frozen corpses are already very hard, according to the past, I can't cut into the frozen flesh with this knife.

It will not cause the current situation where the knife can't be pulled out.

"Isn't Lao Tzu's strength great?"

I muttered in my heart, and at the same time, I used my hand again, trying to pull the short knife completely off the "frozen meat".

However, instead of pulling out the short knife, I pulled the knife in front of me with the piece of "frozen meat".

It was only after I pulled hard that I felt that the weight of the "frozen meat" I dragged over was really not light.

Without further hesitation, I reached out and held down the piece of "frozen meat", ready to pull out the short knife that was cut on it.

I reached out and pressed it, and I realized that what I had dragged over was a "relative" complete corpse.

One of the corpse's frozen, stiff arms poked straight forward, fingers twisted and spread, so that when I passed by, it caught the leg of my trousers.

I just slashed at the corpse's shoulder.

Because my short knife was very sharp, even though the frozen corpse was wearing a thick mountaineering suit, it was still pierced by my knife and slashed at the strongest part of the corpse's shoulder muscles.

I reached down and pressed the corpse's chest to pull the knife off.

However, when I reached out and pressed the corpse's chest hard, I couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

There was a slight softness in my hand, like pressing on top of a piece of pork that had not been out of the refrigerator for a short time.

"That's not right."

I was stunned and couldn't help muttering in my heart.

These corpses are more than ten years ago, and they should have frozen into ice mounds for such a long time, and they are almost inseparable from those solid ice, how can they reach out and press them to feel soft?

Muttering in my heart, I reached out again and pressed the chest of the corpse I had just held, and the feeling in my hand was still the same, indeed a feeling of pressing on the digested frozen pork.

"!"

After a little thought, I couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

As I spoke, I had already touched the flashlight.

Without further thought, I quickly turned on the flashlight and shone it on the chest of the corpse I had just held down.

The bright light came on, and I was in the dark for a long time, although I was not facing the light source, but I still squinted my eyes to get used to it.

Immediately, I blinked quickly with a frown, and then looked at the spot illuminated by the flashlight.

The flashlight shone right on the corpse's chest, and in the middle of the corpse's chest, I saw what made my corpse feel weak.

In the middle of the corpse's chest, there was a rather horrific oblate wound, through which I could even see the minced heart in the chest.

Staring at the corpse's chest, I didn't speak for a long time, and even my flashlight never went out again, but shone on the wound on the corpse's chest for a long time.

In fact, my eyes weren't looking at the horrific wound, but at the logo of the mountaineering suit worn by the corpse