Driven by more than 1,000 horsepower, the huge body accelerates with ease and drives away quickly.

The wheels rolled over the road, crushing the quiet night into folds, as if crumpling a piece of painting paper into a ball, and the starlight, birds, cicadas, frogs, rice fields, mountains and forests gathered together to form the scenery, and the paper was stretched out, gently rubbed and smoothed, and repainted the picture of "Xijiang Moon: Night Walking in the Yellow Sand Road".

Shortly after Dubith's death, his parents suddenly woke up from a nightmare.

After the two old men looked at each other in a panic, they only felt inexplicably frightened, put on their coats casually, hurriedly went downstairs, and saw the corpse of Dubith in the courtyard.

"Si Yanzi...... Why do you lie on the ground in the middle of the night! Du's father hurriedly rushed over and stretched out his hand to support his son, but it was already cold.

"Quick, go back...... Go back to sleep ......" Du's mother was flustered and weak, rushed over, and when she saw Du's father's expression, she couldn't help but feel like her chest was recklessly beaten by a hammer, and pounced on her son and kept pushing, "Cub...... Cub, don't scare your mother......"

The two old men hissed, and Dubith's wife rushed down with her daughter, who was also awake, and watched the scene blankly.

"Why is Dad sleeping on the ground?" The daughter looked at her mother in confusion, vaguely uneasy, sniffed, and was about to cry when her mouth cracked.

"Dad is tired...... Du's wife hugged her daughter tightly, tears flowed down, Dubith was her high school classmate, when others were matchmakers, the family heard some rumors about Dubisi was bad, but she insisted on marrying him.

I thought that the bitterness would come to an end......

The daughter gently stroked her mother's face, looking at the crying grandparents in a panic, she likes her father now, and always looks at herself with eyes that make her very reassuring, unlike her father in the past, looking at her as if she was going to take something from her, and the light in her eyes is like a big bad wolf in a cartoon.

There was a panic in the courtyard of the Du family, and finally alarmed the rest of the village, the lights were turned on, and the neighbors from near and far rushed over to help, some people took care of the old people of the Du family, some people went to guide the ambulance on the road, and the barefoot doctor carried a medical box on his back and rode a small electric motorcycle on the country road to soar out of the momentum of F1.

Dubith's wife ran home, knelt under the altar and kowtowed to pray for the blessing of the ancestors, and just burned incense and money paper, a wooden statue of a willow root placed in the center of the altar shook a few times and fell directly into the fire.

Smoke and dust flying, a few sporadic sparks splashing, Du's wife was shocked, and she only felt extremely frightened, could this be a bad omen? She didn't care about the flames, so she quickly reached out and picked up the wooden carved statue.

This woodcarved idol is said to have been picked up by the father-in-law and mother-in-law when they were young, because since they picked up this woodcarved statue, their business has been stable and worry-free, so they have been worshipping, and the incense has been continuous for so many years.

The most miraculous thing about the parents-in-law is that they once gave a wooden statue of the god with blood, and someone came to Dubith on the same day, saying that there was a way to cure him.

Thinking of this, Du's wife straightened up the wooden statue of the god on the altar, and she brought a knife and cut it on her wrist.

Blood poured down, smearing the entire wooden statue with a thick layer of plasma, a scorching red in the dark night.

The incense above the Du family villa was finally no longer a few scattered dots of light, but gathered into a green smoke, which dissipated into invisibility in the sky, and then seemed to be sensed by some kind of existence and collapsed into Lingqi.

The prayer at this moment, according to what humans can understand and observe from the perspective of human beings, is that the classical information attached to the prayer is converted into the quantum information carried by the quantum state, and through the principle of quantum entanglement technology, the complex quantum state is directly transmitted to another place in the process of teleportation.

This place is Antarctica.

The Eternal Life has left the South China Sea in August and has now arrived in Antarctica, with huge ships moored in the sea, speedboats and two helicopters pandering back and forth, transporting supplies and personnel to the endless ice field.

In the vast expanse of snow white, humans are like tiny ants, crawling on a cream cake that is full of temptation but also brings the threat of death, and after a little sweetness, it will be difficult to move an inch.

Zhang Yi, chief scientist of the Eternal Life, looked at the iceberg in the distance and said: "I like the biological chain of the iceberg, which releases minerals in the process of drifting and melting, causing algae to bloom.

Algae are rich in chlorophyll, which absorb carbon dioxide and produce oxygen, attracting hundreds of millions of krill, which in turn feed on krill by seagulls, stink gulls, and blue whales below the surface, and at the top of the food chain, there may also be orcas......"

"Zhang, I have to tell you, the one you see is not an iceberg, it's a growing piece of ice, and that's what I asked you to see......" Leonard Sergeyevich Bereromov of the Russian Vostok Station said with a regretful and mysterious expression, raising his hand and pointing ahead.

"Growing ice?" Zhang Yi was only ordered to come to contact Bereromov, and before that, he was not completely aware of the relevant Xiangxi information of this mission.

Bereromov didn't say much more, and led Zhang Yi to the huge ice cube.

"Oh my God—"

Zhang Yi's eyes seemed to be about to burst in the air at tens of degrees below zero, and he looked at the ice in horror.

It seems to be the purest and most transparent ice in the world, and it seems to be still absorbing the ice, snow and energy around it, growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

What really shocked Zhang Yi was not the ice cube, but the fact that there was a woman more than three meters tall frozen in the ice.

How can anyone grow more than three meters? This...... Is this probably just a humanoid creature, or is it a legendary "god"?

A deity that, along with her time and life, is condensed in the eternal ice and snow of Antarctica.

This was Zhang Yi's first thought.

Although the woman is more than three meters tall, her face still exudes a childish atmosphere, it seems that she is just a little girl who has been magnified, if there is no surrounding reference or witnessing, she will only think that she is a little girl of eight or nine years old.

Zhang Yi gasped, raised his hand, and subconsciously wanted to touch the huge ice cube, but his long-term professionalism allowed him to control himself, and vigilantly found that the thought of wanting to touch the ice cube just now did not seem to be his original intention.

His gaze was taken away from the little girl's face, and behind her, there was also a willow tree five or six meters high, which was also frozen in ice.

This willow tree is inextricably linked, and the lines and veins on the green leaves are clearly visible, as if it is swaying in the spring breeze for ten miles one moment, but the next moment it is blocked by the sudden arrival of winter.

The little girl is not standing under the willow tree, but seems to float up, and the willow tree behind her is her totem, her identity symbol, or some magic weapon or something.

"This is what you started digging into the lakes under the Antarctic ice sheet during the Soviet era, trying to dig out?" Zhang Yi suddenly reacted, he immigrated to the United States with his parents in the 90s, and accidentally came into contact with some unsealed materials as science fiction themes, including mentioning that the Soviet Union had made a hole in Antarctica, connected to a lake that had been hidden under the ice sheet for millions of years, and then quickly buried the relevant information of the hole.

Bereromov smiled without saying a word, and gently patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder.

Neither of them noticed that in this frozen world, there were a few fireworks in the sky, and the ice and snow fell on the huge ice with those wild dances.

At the bottom of the ice, which can only be found by passing krill or algae, there are extremely small cracks that are beginning to spread with the glow of the fireworks.

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Sorry, it's too late, it's too late, tomorrow must be on time.