The wind was bitter and the snow was like a knife.

In the misty mountains, a large snow-capped mountain that was originally covered with thick snow was cut by the cold wind.

A tall and thin young man climbed with difficulty in the ice and snow, as if he would be swept away by the cold wind at any moment, and cut by the snow like a knife.

The bright red mountaineering suit is particularly conspicuous in the wind and snow, especially the long and short hair, which cannot be blown down by the cold wind and the heavy snow.

The brighter red hiking bag on the back is not big, but it is extremely heavy, like a mountain weighing on the young man who can barely breathe.

Each step was heavy, and the special hiking boots trampled through two rows of messy holes in the ice, making it impossible to tell how many nails were under the boots.

When the young man went up the mountain, he still had a soft face, but at this time, he was carved by the wind and snow with sharp edges and corners, as if he had suddenly become a middle-aged uncle with vicissitudes of life.

The iceberg was so high that the top of the mountain was so misty that it was impossible to see at all, and the youth could not raise his head.

Every snowflake seemed to be pressed down by the whole sky, and the young man could only climb with his head down, and at this time he had lost contact with the base under the mountain.

The only thing in the young man's mind was that the woman who looked like a fairy at night and a man by day was waiting for him on the mountain.

This is the only motivation to support him to climb the iceberg of the storm and snow, and as for Ah Zheng, who is buried in the iceberg, the young man has lost the confidence to find him.

The wind and snow were even more violent, and the young man was shaky, and he was used to the action of climbing the mountain, even if he was frozen and stiff.

The hiking boots stepped on the ice, like stepping on thick cotton, and the creaking sound of stepping on the ice seemed to be the bones of the whole body breaking one by one.

The young man mechanically raised the ice axe in his hand, which was heavy like holding up a mountain, and every time it fell, it became a free fall.

Hunger and thirst were no longer known in the blizzard, and the wind like a knife and the extremely cold snow poured into his mouth, and the young man could no longer feel his stomach.

The iceberg has been climbed by many people, and finally trampled out of a shallow ice gully, like a dry stream channel.

Qingya told the young man that she could be found along this ice ditch, and that it would be very fast, because her position was not high.

The young man looked back at the way that disappeared in the blizzard, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, it was really close to Zhu Zhechi.

Qingya and Ah Zheng have been in love for two years, and they have become mountaineers like Ah Zheng, which is beyond the reach of him, an athlete.

The blizzard is getting bigger and bigger, the icebergs are getting steeper and steeper, the special hiking boots are almost useless, and the young man can only rely on the power of the ice axe, but it is extremely heavy in his hands.

Can you still live after being buried on an iceberg for two years? As young people climb with mixed feelings, can a woman's intuition really be trusted?

However, in order to make Qing Ya die, he should also come, there is no mountaineering team willing to search for Ah Zheng, and he is the only one in this world who is willing to help Qing Ya.

Finally seeing a touch of bright red in the snow! The young man couldn't help but get excited, as if infinite power had been born out of thin air.

Only the woman who stood in the midst of a blizzard, weak at night and strong by day, could give him god-like strength.

The blizzard can't stop it, no matter how high the iceberg is, it can't stop him from coming, Qingya's side can't be without him, although the woman's heart is full of Ah Zheng.

It is a leeward cliff with a pitch-black ice crevin at the junction with the iceberg, and all the wind and snow are sucked in.

"Zhou Zhe, you go into the tent and rest for a while. ”

Qing Ya was wearing a fat bright red mountaineering suit, her back looked even weaker, her voice was a little hoarse, and she looked at the dark ice crack and didn't look back.

"Ah Zheng is in this ice crevice?"

The young man named Zhou Zhe looked past Qing Ya's figure and looked at the ice crack, which was only half a meter wide, and he really didn't know how Ah Zheng fell into it.

"Ah Zheng was inside, and I heard him calling my name. ”

Qing Ya's hoarse voice drifted a little far away in the blizzard, Zhou Zhe only felt a chill behind him, and he could see ghosts in broad daylight!

"Are you sure it's not a hallucination?"

Zhou Zhe stepped forward, stood beside Qing Ya, glanced at the dark ice crack again, and then turned his head to look at Qing Ya's pale and haggard side face.

"I can hear it now, just as real as I hear you!"

Qing Ya glanced at Zhou Zhe with some dissatisfaction, and her eyes like a pool of water in late autumn flashed like a winter moon.

It's just that it's been shrouded in a haze.

"Okay. Zhou Zhe helplessly raised his hand and scratched his short hair: "How can we go down?"

"It's getting dark, there will be sunshine tomorrow, I'll go down, you stay on it, we'll use the walkie-talkie to connect. ”

Qingya looked up at the blizzard, she didn't mean to stop at all, and she didn't know how she knew it was getting dark in the fog.

"I'd better go down. Zhou Zhe raised his hand to stop Qingya, who was about to refute: "Even if you can find Ah Zheng, you can't bring him up." ”

"Rest. This is a reason that Qing Ya can't refute, although Zhou Zhe has a thin appearance, he is close to one meter eight in height, and he exercises regularly, so he is more powerful than Qing Ya.

The small orange-red tent can only accommodate two people to sit and rest, and with Zhou Zhe's height, even he can't lie down by himself.

What's more, Qingya is also 1.7 meters, but the two of them are relatively thin, and it is not too crowded to sit in a small tent together.

Qingya prepared a lot of steamed buns and beef jerky from the northwest, as well as mineral water and various drinks, and there was actually an alcohol stove that could boil water to make coffee.

"The water can't boil, right?" Zhou Zhe watched Qing Ya busy in the cramped small tent, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, secretly wondering in his heart, how did Qing Ya carry so many things on her back.

"As long as it can be hot. Qingya is very satisfied, it is already very good to have a cup of hot water on the iceberg, where can you force boiling water.

Zhou Zhe ate and drank enough, although he drank two cups of coffee in a row, he was quickly wrapped in a blanket, sat and fell into a deep sleep, and climbed the mountain for more than ten hours, his consumption was too great.

Qingya listened to the cold wind whistling outside the tent, listened to Zhou Zhe's even breathing, looked at the snowflakes floating in, and distinguished Ah Zheng's call from the cracks in the ice.

Zhou Zhe woke up and saw the sun, although it was colder than the ice of the iceberg, and it was still the same despite the snowstorm.

Qingya prepared food and water for Zhou Zhe for two days, as well as a helmet with a flashlight and an oxygen bag.

"You will be down there for forty-eight hours at most, and you must come up when I call you. Qing Yaqian told her ten thousand instructions, and she sent Zhou Zhe's ears to slip away.

The damp and cold air in the ice crevices is too heavy, if it exceeds forty-eight hours, the human body will not be able to bear it, and even if it can come out safely, it will be eroded by the damp and cold air.

"Hasn't Ah Zheng been in it for two years?" Zhou Zhe looked at Qing Ya a little strangely, could it be that Ah Zheng was a fearless immortal?

"Ah is a child in the mountains, he is not afraid of the cold and wet. "Qingya's reason is very good, for Zhou Zhe, a city person, the children in the mountains are immortals.

Above the pitch-black ice crevice, high on a mountain cliff, there is a huge pulley through which a rope the thickness of a baby's arm is threaded.

One end fell into the dark ice crevice, and the other end coiled on the disc on the ground, Qing Ya stepped forward and held the handle to easily turn the disc and pulled the falling end up.

"Don't untie the rope!"

Qing Ya followed the method of the mountaineers and tied Zhou Zhe with a rope, and said:

"No matter what the situation, don't untie the rope!"

Zhou Zhe nodded silently, grinning and asking Qingya to check the already tight rope and test the walkie-talkie again.

"Be sure to keep in touch with me at all times!"

Qingya told her repeatedly, and Zhou Zhe couldn't help but think of his mother in a trance, as if his mother had never nagged so much.

"Don't be more than forty-eight hours down there!"

Under Qing Ya's constant advice, the disc slowly rotated, and Zhou Zhe stepped on the steep slope on the side of the ice crevice and slid down.

Judging from the photo, Ah Zheng is going to be taller and burlier than him, and when Zhou Zhe slides down, his back will keep hitting the steep slope on the other side.

Wielding an ice axe can stop the slide, Zhou Zhe can't understand, how did Ah Zheng fall, could it be that he was already unconscious at that time?

The height of the descent is longer than that of Zhou Zhe, and the speed is much faster, but the ice gap is still very narrow.

It's like a god using a big knife to cut through an iceberg, the ice crack is only the width of a blade, and a narrow gap is opened by divine power below.

The mountaineers who searched for her earlier told Qingya that the cracks in the ice were like a maze, with narrow oval passages surrounded by thick ice.

Zhou Zhe is just following the fate of heaven, and those experienced mountaineers can't find it, and he is not an immortal.

But the moment Zhou Zhe landed on the ice under the crack in the ice, a call from the soul immediately guided him in the direction.

It was an experience like never before, and the old voice came straight into his head: "Here, here, here......"

This is Zhou Zhe's first reaction, and the masters in martial arts novels will pass on the secret.

Qingya continued to put the rope, and Zhou Zhe laboriously untied the rope tied up with five flowers, and buckled the buckle on the belt around his waist.

Looking up at the darker ice crevasse, with the help of the flashlight above his head and the fluorescence of the ice, he followed the voice in his head and walked into the passage.

It is indeed a labyrinth, if it were not for the guidance of the old voice, Zhou Zhe would have been dizzy, and even so, he would have been dizzy.

The first was the bone-chilling cold, and Zhou Zhe felt that his bone marrow had been frozen, even though he was wearing infrared underwear that could keep him warm.

What followed was endless loneliness, and at first there was a concerned voice from Qingya on the intercom, but soon there was no signal.

He is the only one left in the whole world! This is Zhou Zhe's true feeling at the moment, the only thing that accompanies him is the old voice that is getting clearer and clearer.

"Here, here, here......"

But it didn't echo in his ears, but rushed directly into his head like a ghost, which made Zhou Zhe believe it even more.

The call from hell was leading him to death, and he was powerless to resist it, so he could only follow the voice.

No matter how strong the willpower is, in the ice maze deep underground, he can't resist this voice, not to mention that Zhou Zhe can't go back to the ice crack exit.

Fortunately, the overhead flashlight is not dark, although it is reflected by the pitch-black ice like a ghostly fire.

The sound was getting closer and closer, but the passage was getting narrower and narrower, from a vertical oval to horizontal, and Zhou Zhe had to bow his head and move forward.

Just when Zhou Zhe thought that he was going to crawl like a mouse, the front suddenly widened, and Zhou Zhe didn't have time to take a closer look, so he quickly jumped out of the passage.

It was a dark blue meadow, the size of a football field, surrounded by dark icy passages.

There was still ice under the grass, and these dark blue clovers seemed to be condensed with ice, swaying to welcome Zhou Zhe's arrival.

In the middle circle of the football field, there is a huge pillar of light that is pitch black, because it is even darker, giving Zhou Zhe the feeling that the pillar of light seems to reach the sky.

That old voice came from this huge pillar of light!

Zhou Zhe was regretting that he was a little reckless in jumping down from the passage, he was being held by the dark blue clovers, and he didn't dare to move.

First the voice that went straight to the soul, and then such a weird meadow, Zhou Zhe didn't know what was in the pillar of light, looking at the swaying clover under his feet, he always felt that there was a trap ahead.

"Here, here, here......"

The old man's voice was a little urging, as if he was laughing at Zhou Zhe's timidity, and he didn't dare to take a step.

Who doesn't die in life since ancient times!Zhou Zhewang glanced at the dark pillar of light, and snorted in his nose with hatred, he was still afraid of a ball when he came!

Zhou Zhe almost ran away, not daring to look at his feet, as if stepping on a hand that was only supported, and went straight to the dark pillar of light.

Zhou Zhe crashed into it headlong, and he didn't even stretch out his hand to test it, he was afraid that he would retreat after the temptation, and he no longer had the courage.

Beneath his feet was a thin piece of glassy ice, which should be a hundred miles in diameter, and under the thin ice were countless life that seemed to be sleeping.

"It is worthy of being the Holy Son of Reincarnation, entering the reincarnation node, and the soul has not left the body!"

"Zhou Zhe, this holy son is finally waiting for you!"

Zhou Zhe was searching for Ah Zheng in a bright red mountaineering suit among the corpses with a numb scalp, when a strong and powerful voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"Who?!" Zhou Zhe suddenly looked up at the top of his pitch-black head, and the voice came from above, but he didn't see anything.

"I didn't expect that after hundreds of millions of years of reincarnation, you haven't woken up yet, you really want to bring the reincarnation Holy Ancestor back to life!"

As the voice got closer and closer, Zhou Zhe finally saw a ghost, with the steps of a big brother, floating from the pitch black, wearing an anime-like hero.

"......" Zhou Zhe really can't answer this, what billions of years of reincarnation, what dead reincarnation Holy Ancestor, is this making a fantasy movie?

"It's better to let this Holy Son fuse your soul and take charge of the Reincarnation Heavenly River for you, which can be regarded as an explanation to the Reincarnation Holy Ancestor. ”

The ghost elder brother floated to the top of Zhou Zhe's head with a face of vicissitudes of life, the hero fluttered on his own without wind, and the dark blue ghost fire jumped in the two empty eye sockets, looking down at Zhou Zhe.

"Are you Ah Zheng?!" Zhou Zhe finally saw the outline of the ghost's face, which was eight points similar to the resolute Ah Zheng in the photo, and the illusory figure was also very similar.

"Did Qingya come down with you?" Ah Zheng's face suddenly softened, and Zhou Zhe knew that it wasn't because of him.

"Qingya is still on it. Zhou Zhe suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable: "Are you using Qingya to lure me here?"

"Hahaha, it's not about exploiting!" Ah Zheng laughed loudly: "Qing Ya is the Holy Maiden under the Devouring Holy Ancestor, and her task is to fuse Meng Yuxuan. ”

"What?" Zhou Zhe was shocked: "You mean Qing Ya will kill Yu Xuan?!"

"Hahaha, even you are going to die, don't worry about Meng Yuxuan, let's let this Holy Son fuse your soul first!"

The ghost brother laughed, and the hero suddenly floated up, turned into a surging black mist, and went straight to Zhou Zhe.

"You dare to fuse your soul at the reincarnation Tianhe node, you are really bold, then let the old man send you to continue reincarnation!"

Zhou Zhe was motionless because he had been restrained by the huge power of the black mist, and the voice that called him here suddenly sounded above his pitch-black head.

Immediately, Zhou Zhe saw an illusory blue river rushing overhead, rolling the frightened Ah Zheng into it with himself.

Zhou Zhe immediately felt that he had been thrown into the water, his flesh and bones were corroded instantly, and the severe pain made him too late to scream, and he quickly passed out under Ah Zheng's screams.

Forty-eight hours, two days and two nights, Qingya waited quietly by the ice crevice, covered with heavy snow, holding the walkie-talkie tightly with her left hand and the rope connecting Zhou Zhe with her right hand.

On the morning of the third day, the icy sun once again illuminated the iceberg, and the snow on Qingya's body gradually slipped down.

Looking up at the icy sunlight that was confused by the blizzard, Qingya buckled the buckle of the seat belt on her body to the rope, and then resolutely jumped into the ice crack.

At the same time, a mountaineering team was heading along the ice gully towards the ice crevice, and among the dozen or so people was a weak woman who was slightly shorter than Qing Ya.

Just like the girl next door, facing the snowstorm, she can't change her supple face, but there is a ripple of anxiety in her watery eyes like West Lake.