"Bell~"

At twelve o'clock in the night the old bell tower began to chant.

The moonlight shone through the colored glazed tiles, shattering the mottled land. The distant bell rang, gloomy and solemn, and after the bell rang, it sank and fell into the steel jungle infested with mossy grass, and once the vicissitudes of life.

The orange candle flame danced mischievously, and a white and bony hand landed on the cracked ancient clock, rubbing the Xuanyao carving that was almost worn out by time.

They met again after a long time, but the zero contact with each other was like a layer of smoke.

The moonlight faded, and piles of dark gray clouds pressed low on the earth. The endless steel jungle outside the bell tower was shrouded in darkness, and the black of high and low stood silently and gloomily, allowing the brown moss to hide the scent of human smoke on them. The inexorable years have stripped away the noise they once had, and finally stood there silently.

The evening breeze blows, and the clothes flutter.

He's finally back, and it's a revisit.

Looking up, look through the sheltered rooftop, and look at the inky sky behind the buried clouds. It was dark and sea-like.

It turns out that even the heavenly dome high above can't get out of this torrent called time.

He chuckled, his expression hidden beneath the menacing bronze mask.

Who has been searching for a long time; Who wanders alone among thousands of mountains and rivers; I ran out of things in search of an answer; And in the end, fate gave me a sorrow that I didn't understand.

When night came, I was the first fool to throw myself into the fire.

A tear slipped silently down the mask and dripped down the quiet bronze bell.

As if empathetic, the bronze bell let out a low sound.

"Buzz~Buzz"

"Our story is over."

"Old friend."

He sighed lightly and leaned down.

From a corner of the inner wall of the bronze bell, the gift left by the man was retrieved.

A black and red ticket.

Unknown animal skin material, strange distorted text, the only thing that makes people feel at ease is the familiar seal.

"Goodbye."

Gently patting the ancient clock, stepping out of the candlelight, the man slowly walked to the top of the bell tower.

"Buzz!"

The bronze bell began to tremble violently, and the engraved Xuanyao gradually became clear, as if it was about to break out of the wall!

"Whether it's that person's expectation, or the shadow of light, or the passing of time."

"I'm tired of it."

"Let's start over."

"This time, I want to be free and lighter."

The man muttered softly, closed his eyes and opened his arms in the evening breeze.

The moon appeared in the night sky again, and the moonlight was as clear as flowing water. What kind of moon was that, bright and complete, slowly passing through the clouds, but faintly revealing a sad beauty.

He jumped down from the bell tower, his hideous mask quietly falling, and only a relieved lightness remained on his handsome face.

He is like a prison eagle returning to the wilderness.

Beneath him are the moss-covered high-rise buildings of the past, and the whirring evening breeze tickles in his ears.

Close your eyes and let your thoughts go.

Shredded the black and red ticket.

He fell, and finally suddenly disappeared into the white light that illuminated the heavens and the earth for that moment.

In the white light, there is a sky train that runs through the galaxy, and it is fleeting!

The next moment, like a goddess scattering flowers, endless gray snowflakes fell from the depths of the sky, like a fallen witch wearing gray robes, saluting all living beings with a seductive and enchanting dance.

They gently covered the bell tower, the top of the tower, and the moss, and in an instant, the true face of all things was quietly hidden by the gray snow, as if some supernatural force had invaded the world, making everything mysterious and strange.

"Bell~"

The bell rang, with the sadness and anticipation of farewell.

"Bell~Bell~"

One after another, serene and solemn.

In the dilapidated bell tower, the carvings of the birds on the ancient bell gradually disappeared, as if they had finally been smoothed out by time, or they were chasing the steps of the people who came to take off the bell and go away.

The snow was still falling, and the ancient clock was gradually turning into powder......

The world returned to silence and never seemed to change.

The only difference is that there is an extra bean of light on the bell tower, a lonely beat.

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In the early spring of 1999, deep in the Arctic ice sheet, 500 kilometers from the North Pole.

The Victory Fifty Years, an underground nuclear-powered icebreaker with no explicit record, has the maximum power available with existing technology. With a total power of 75,000 hp, it can maintain a speed of 18 knots, breaking through the ice floes in an imperial manner, and setting off waves of ice that bend like glass.

The hull is painted in a low-friction off-white color, and has the same camouflage color as the permafrost.

In a world where there is no internet, no cell phone signal, and not even night, most of the time, the only thing that appears in front of people is the endless white wasteland.

The Arctic fox fur was as white as snow and covered the deck, and under the soft and warm cover was the cold of the hard tungsten alloy steel plate. Two young men of similar age appeared on the deck, dressed in a well-dressed black Tang costume that was clearly out of place with their surroundings.

It is not difficult to see from their appearance that they come from that ancient and mysterious eastern country.

The polar weather is always changeable, with fog and sunny days always changing. The sun of the polar day followed all the way, but the sun was not warm, but the blue waterway left behind the ship shimmered in different light.

They stood on the deck, one in front of the other. Just silently watched the ice floes that were easily crushed by the "Victory" like a biscuit, squeezed and splashed, and then fell in mid-air.

The wind from the depths of the polar regions pierced through the bitter chill, and the exhaled gas condensed on the tiny crumbs of the beard. Turn around and you'll find a warm cabin with a library, gym, fresh fruit and plump supermodels, and the highly stressed crew planning their routes.

After all, this is a route that no one has ever traveled, in addition to the dangerous ice floes and occasional icebergs on the sea, there are also unknown reefs on the bottom of the sea.

In addition to the experienced old polar icebreaker captains, the crew of the ship is some famous scholars with real polar research.

They are undoubtedly excellent and lucky, after all, those who are doped with water have been sleeping on the seabed for a long time in test drives.

In this sunny no-man's land, the only thing to look forward to may be the ethereal luck.

......

"You say"

"Is there really a fairy god in this world?"

Silence is always broken, and the opening of the one standing at the front shatters the cold silence.

Like the sound of the autumn cold wind dragging the fine and withered yellow dry leaves across the long street under the sun, the man's voice carried an intermittent and dry hoarseness that was obviously not commensurate with the young appearance, which made people feel stinging and sober for a moment, as if at the moment when the voice sounded, the sky was dark and yellow, and the wind and rain were about to be oppressive and dull.

The Victory is still moving, like a pawn crossing the river, accompanied only by the eternal deep blue glacier around him.

The calm surface of the lake will not be startled by a sand dropped by a heart to ripple forever.

It seems that he has not heard the words, or he may not want to speak. The man standing behind him was like a cangpine standing alone in the mountains, his gaze resided in the sea of ice outside Class A, and the obsidian-like eyes in the sunlight were inexplicably hollow.

"Huh."

The man in front of him gradually turned around, his long black hair half-covering his face, and his expression could not be seen clearly. But he can still faintly feel the sense of alienation in him that is not vulgar and high, like a god mansion looking down on the world from the sky. The low laughter seemed to be tinged with mercy and mockery of disregard.

"This time, I will definitely find what is recorded in the Ancestral Codex

Ahem

Ahem"

A sudden cough interrupted the man, and the cough hit his lungs and chest again and again like an antique chime. Rubbing against the table with sandpaper, his lungs echoed with the hoarse sound of breaking bellows, revealing a cold metallic texture.

It was like a god falling from an altar, and he lost the sense of superiority that he had just looked down on mortals. The almost heart-rending cough made him more like a dead leaf about to enter the twilight, crumbling.

But he still maintained the pride in his bones, and even so, his trembling body still maintained a standing upright like a bamboo.

The man in the rear remained indifferent, as if his soul had wandered out of the world, leaving only a wordless shell to remain in the world.

The man trembled and shook out a delicate white glazed small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, slowly removed the black talisman from the mouth of the bottle with trembling teeth, and gently pulled the bottom of the bottle with his slender and shriveled index finger, pouring out the weird dark red pill the size of a soybean.

The blue and black eyes of living creatures swam across the surface of the pill, emitting a piercing screech like a sharp blade dragging through glass the moment it touched the polar sunlight.

He raised his head and swallowed it in one gulp, and his long black hair swayed with it.

"Ahem, it's coming, it's coming!"

"There can be no mistake in the records of the ancestors!"

"Land of miracles, the absolute eternity of life!"

"In the shadow of the night, the taboo that is not touched by mortals."

After taking the medicine, the body gradually calmed down, and no longer let out the tormenting coughing sound. The man in front turned and walked slowly to the front of the deck, his arms outstretched, his long hair fluttering behind him in the wind like a black flag.

The sun fell on the handsome young face, which was not like a mortal, and the black eyes carried a devotion that bordered on a pilgrimage and overflowing anticipation. At this moment, he seems to have the kind of vitality that matches the young face of the prime of life.

The Victory is still advancing steadily, like a new general on the battlefield who has taken the lead, with a soft whimper of the broken sea of ice, moving forward in this blue and white world where no one stops......

He looked into the distance, imagining in his mind a black spot that was approaching, where his family had been pursuing a dream for more than 2,000 years.

Or the taboo of fear and yearning.

Perhaps this time it will be up to him to complete his quest for it.

No!

He was sure that the dream would be fulfilled by him!

"Keep researching and use all you can."

"I'm sure you will."

"Right."

"Easy."

A fleeting red flashed in his eyes.

patted the wordless body, the long-haired man's voice was like a spring, trickling, clean and crisp. The handsome face bloomed with a warm and friendly smile, with a little bit of the affinity of a simple young boy next door.

"Laugh."

"I'm not a beast of the flood that eats people and doesn't spit out bones."

"Well, let's have a cigarette."

"Your favorite Yunyan."

A familiar paper cigarette lingers between his lips, and with a crisp click, the smoke glows a warm red and yellow.

The husk remained expressionless, only this time he responded to the man, albeit with an almost mechanical nod.

The man didn't seem to care about his perfunctory behavior, or didn't have the energy to pay attention to his reaction, but just turned and stepped into the warm cabin.

A smell of wine mixed with women's perfume struck and broke off with the heaviness of the hatch.

Soon, the respectful greetings of the crew, the crisp clashing of wine glasses, and the merry laughter of the women seemed to ring in the cabin......

Finally the fireworks dimmed, and the silent body didn't seem to react in the slightest.

He just looked at the sea of ice from afar.

Look at the black vortex that suddenly appeared in the sky

Look at the black mist that keeps pouring out of the whirlpool

Watch as the mist swarming like a blood-smelling shark gradually shrinks the Victory in the hunting circle.

Look at the ominous black fog that gradually fills the body.

Gaze at a pair of golden yellows that suddenly appeared in the mist.

The corners of his mouth seemed to have a touch of curvature, and there seemed to be a hint of complexity in his eyes.

The golden yellow in the mist was extinguished, and then, thousands of pairs of scarlet lit up, and they disappeared in an instant.

A roll of pale yellow and dilapidated silk with traces of historical precipitation and baptism of time quietly slipped from the man's body, and he didn't seem to notice it.

The black mist silently enveloped the figure, and the snow-white arctic fox fur under his feet was stained with a bit of pure black.

The black flowed rapidly, pouring into the cabin like a living liquid, silently taking over the entire Victory, and all restless souls stopped beating.

The world fell silent......

"Black 97."

There was a distant call in the sky like the bell of a mountain temple.

A black mask of impermanence with a dark red pattern fell from the sky.

The man smiled wryly and reached out to catch the mask.

Looking at the two black eyes on the mask, which were dark and hollow but inexplicably breathtaking, the man hesitated.

"Black 97!"

The voice above the sky was heard again.

Finally, he put on the mask, and a strange black and red pattern appeared on his face underneath the mask.

"Wind!"

Suddenly, a pitch-black dragon skeleton broke free from the black vortex and swam towards the sky, leaving only the skeleton body still filled with the beauty of unparalleled power and the intimidating shock that covered the sky and the moon. The dragon's eyes were filled with golden fireworks as dazzling as the sun!

"Wind!"

Singing to the sun! Thunder!

Countless giant chains of pitch-black spurred out of the black mist, piercing and restraining the dragon like a bone appendage.

Torrents of black runes shimmered on the chains, flowing down the chains into the dragon's skeleton.

The black skeleton is covered with ominous runes, and the black is even deeper and ominous!

"Wind!"

The dragon struggled, the golden in his eyes almost condensed into real rage!

The dome of the polar region appeared in large chunks of black, converging into a large sea of clouds, and at this moment it seemed to change from polar day to polar night! Countless suppressed thunderbolts are jumping, ready to fight back!

A tiny white shard of bone like a human fingernail fell silently from under the dragon's claws with a roar of thunder.

"Humph!"

The cold voice of the machinery came from above the sky.

Like a light rain falling on the sea.

The sea of clouds comes and goes as fast as it comes.

The dragon fell silent, as if dead. Only the faint glimmer of gold in his eyes proved that he still existed.

The black rope dragged along, and the dragon disappeared into the black mist, as hurriedly as it came.

"Come back, Black 97."

Like the black hole that devoured everything in the endless starry sky, the silent man also disappeared into the black mist.

There seems to be a murmur remaining

"It's a pity,

It's a pity that we can't see you again.

I want to see you again and smile softly.

You deserve a better home

Nan Nan ......"

......

The black mist receded like a tide, and the black whirlpool dispersed as hurriedly as it came. Left behind in the sea of ice was only one of the Victory, which was on its own.

Maybe he's on his way to an unknown miracle, or he may be crashing into a silent glacier......

"They seem to be restless."

The cold voice sounded faintly, meaning inexplicable.

"Still."

"Since they need the so-called hope."

"Why don't you give it."

"Hmph."

......

Above the sea of ice, the keel like white jade coagulated was covered with silk silk.

The cold wind blew and a few small seal characters faintly blew on the silk silk that fell on the deck

"The Gentleman's Room...... Immortal...... Immortal ......

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