"Young master, there is a large ice cellar in front. ”

Honda lowered his eyebrows and reminded me that the first fork in the road was below. We're going to turn left and climb down the iron ladder.

But what he said was all nonsense, and I knew everything about it.

His humming only has the effect of brushing his sense of storage.

The building was a hundred feet long, and was inhabited by five hundred brothers of our family and my father, their families, the slaves we plundered from the kamikaze, and the children of the second generation, more than 1,500 people in all.

The interior is divided into 18 floors, divided into machine rooms, accommodation, warehouses and batteries, water tanks, and the father's main cabin.

The place where Honda and I fell was on the lower level of the central storeroom.

Climbing down the iron ladder leads to the Great Ice Cellar and a fork in the road that leads to the lodgings, where the slaves will drag me and Hondo up on large rollers.

However, the large ice cellar is a bit of a dangerous thing.

The Great Ice Cellar is constructed using a combination of four giant water tanks, which occupy the height of five floors. Its role is to seal the carcasses of giant shark whale salamanders that sailors hunt on the surface of the ocean as food storage for special periods. On long voyages to the ocean, if you don't meet an island that supplies you're facing, you'll need to consume it.

The interface of the large ice cellar is connected to twelve water tanks, each of which holds a mussel spirit that only needs three or four people to hold (i.e., an old mussel that has lived for more than a hundred years, which is said to have been psychic), and the mussel shell opens and closes, and the mussel beads spit out cold air, keeping the ice intact (be careful not to fall into the mussel tank, as it will eat without weapons and training - to be exact, suck dry).

At the end of the age of civilization, there were waves of clever mechanics who invented wooden birds that flew in the sky, iron beasts that traveled on land, and building ships that resembled whale salamanders. Five hundred years later, cultivators picked up the dusty craftsmanship and designed even more treacherous devices, and the Great Ice Cellar was one of them.

-- In this day and age, it is not difficult to buy such a device.

As long as you pay for the gold beads and yellow bud pills, you can buy this kind of big guy on the black market.

There is no shortage of gold beads and yellow buds in our family, and the black market has always been our family's trading object.

Anyone who sees the Great Ice Cellar for the first time must be very shocked, and it is very likely that they will experience a short period of loss of soul or fainting.

When I was fourteen and a half years old, I saw the Great Ice Cellar for the first time.

That time I went with the ice chisel group, and my father said it was a kind of manly exercise.

My watch is slightly better, but my hands and feet twitch for half an hour.

The bones and fat of the whale salamander have been removed or extracted from the deck.

- The mandible can be used as a flat stick, the ribs can be used as a pillar for a semi-permanent tent, and blubber can be used as a torch and cooking fuel.

Whale salamander meat cut into twenty or thirty large pieces of ice that can be stacked on top of three or four elephants is neatly arranged.

Only the head of the whale salamander has not undergone much treatment, and it is generally intact (except for the brain pulp is gouged out), which is used for stewing a large pot of fish soup during the Chung Yeung Festival.

The whale's head, with its eyes the size of a disc, cursed us hunters through the iron-like ice.

The ice-digging team put on cotton coats (with special padding at the joints) and sang war songs to resist our Terrans' instinctive fear of this desolate relic.

"Jump ship to rob a woman, get on the boat and share the money. People die and birds face the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years!"

The leader of the team is a foundation builder who has been with my father for 20 years. He is nine feet tall, and he has already practiced to the realm of freely carrying true qi to run Zhou Tian, and his strength is three or four times that of those at the top of the internal strength. He jumped to the top of the ice cellar and shouted as he smashed a crack five feet long, almost a ruler long, with his heavy axe.

Then we followed the rope down and took the sawtooth to cut off the part we needed.

I was the youngest, and I was at the end of the ice chisel group.

I sang "jumping ship and robbing a woman" ten times with everyone, and my hands and feet were no longer convulsive.

Suddenly, the eyes on the whale's head blinked.

The tiny Cheng dù resembles goosebumps on the skin.

At the top, my bones were cold.

"I ...... Uncle, I think this whale head is a bit evil. ”

"Ha, the young master is still a child, I'm stunned by this big guy."

"Yes, this whale's words are as tall as the young master!"

The others laughed.

The leader of the team turned around and smiled at me heroically,

"Don't worry, young master, I'm done with the matter of dividing whale meat. If you take the frog off its head, it will give it a few leg pumps, let alone such a big guy?"

"Bang,"

The whale's head slammed open the five-foot ruler-like slit and chewed off the leader's head like I chewed off a piece of candy.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then we all screamed.

Dozens of sawtooth teeth finally smashed the whale salamander's head into garlic paste,

The Super Fish Head Soup for the Chung Yeung Festival was reimbursed.

......

"It's a psychic whale salamander, and its soul is not gone. I was negligent and lost my brother's life. ”

Father later said.

"Birds, beasts, fish, and insects also have souls?"

I asked.

"When a person dies, his soul will be dispersed within forty-nine days, and the same will be true of psychic beasts. The whale had been dead for less than forty-nine days, and the thought had not been reached, and it was only necessary to take a human life to resist it—you have to remember that all things have spirits, and the older things are, the more careful you must be. ”

"Daddy has seen this kind of thing before?"

"It's too much. ”

......

I grabbed my belt, the silver serpent sword still firmly on my waist. I silently prayed to the heavenly gods to bless me and prevent such strange incidents from happening again.

I drew my sword from the ground and commanded Honda:

"Silence when you pass through the big ice cellar, so as not to have an accident. ”

As a slave, Honda could only operate in the prescribed area, and he was unclear about many situations on the ship.

"Yes. Yawn!"

I kicked Hondo in the stomach,

"Tell you to sneeze!

Honda hurriedly rolled up, unconsciously tightening his body.

"Cold. Young master. ”

-- This is a big ice cellar, and of course it's cold.

I also feel a little cold.

"Yawn, yawn!"

I involuntarily hit two.

", run. ”

The ice in the ice cellar did not move.

The ice in the ice cellar did not move.

The ice in the ice cellar did not move.

The ice in the ice cellar did not move.

Honda and I gasped for breath and passed the Death Ice Cellar safely. Under the elevator in front, a slave was greeting us in sign language.

His name was Oda, and he was also the spoils of war that his father had taken captive from the kamikaze country. I once plotted a house slave*, and my father completely impeached me in half an hour. My father was kind enough to pardon the other slaves for their coercion, but cut off one of Oda's roots and a tongue as a minor punishment. After that, he showed no signs of rebellion, and was more loyal to my family than a loyal dog.

Oda asked Honda to go back to the slave's quarters first, and my father told me to take the elevator directly to the main cabin, and my father was looking for me

-- It can't be my sister who told my father that I told her dirty words, right? This girl has always reported to my mother, what kind of art of war have you learned this time to change your strategy?

I'm creepy.

My mother will beat me with an iron ring ruler at most, and my father will hit me with a rod on the spine.

No, it must be tongs made of tongs, pig iron.

I was naughty when I was younger, and I once overplayed it. My father used tongs to "impress" me.

I was hit thirty times on my calf, and the tongs were broken.

If it weren't for the fact that there was such an external medicine as the best golden gun medicine in this era, one of my legs would have been wasted long ago.

Maybe it's because there is such a thing as the best golden gun that my father will be unscrupulous and "impressed" by me.

I was in a state of uneasiness as the elevator went up.