(Don’t panic!)

(Don’t panic!!)

(Don’t panic!!!)

The fire light flickers on and off, the figures sway, the wind whines outside the wooden door, and the falling snow gets worse.

"Franka is dead."

It was Huaihu who spoke. Opposite her sat Grani, whose face was bandaged. She lost her left eye in the battle last month.

"She's long dead."

Granny said this.

Huaihu was silent and threw a piece of dry wood into the fire. The kettle on the fire was steaming and the water boiled.

"She also said yesterday that she would live longer than Razer, but the day Razer died in the battle, her heart died with her. I know it better than anyone else."

Huaihu began to pour hot water into a row of cups. She whispered comfort: "Scadi should still be alive. No one of us found any evidence that she was dead."

"No one found that she was still alive...I seemed to be sick."

Grani held his head and let out bursts of painful moans. Huaihu's hands froze in mid-air. They no longer had enough rational medicine and could only rely on physical fitness to resist. However, this was an act of drinking poison to quench thirst.

In that deep night, Skadi extinguished the lights with her own hands, and she and the ghost shark were swallowed up by the night. No one could find them again.

Countless people disappeared into the night, lost forever, as if they had never existed.

Huaihu's eyes flashed with an unbearable look, and she stood up suddenly, but Grani, who was in the onset of illness, reached out and grabbed her, begging bitterly: "Don't go to him, please, sister, don't go, I can handle it, really

of."

"Everyone of you says that, and then you die one by one. Huang is like this, Nian is like this, Xingxiong is like this, how many more people do we have to die before we can reach the end?!"

Unable to control her emotions, Huaihu hugged Grani and buried herself deeply in her hair, crying softly.

Cries like this happen every night, to the survivors in the corner of the shelter.

The sadness and despair increased day by day. Half a month later, Huaihu buried Grani, but she still could not survive it.

The death of her companion numbed Huaihu's heart. She opened the door that had been sealed for a long time. What she saw in front of her eyes was an unkempt man. He was tightening the last screw with a screwdriver, like a child who got a beloved toy.

Same, holding his baby tightly.

"Grani is dead."

Huaihu said.

"knew."

The man was indifferent, and his meaningless attitude made Huaihu hate him even more.

"I made it, you know what, I made it, I fixed it."

He raised the treasure in his hand, which turned out to be an old typewriter.

"Lexington typewriter, I finally fixed it, oooooooooooooo."

The man cried like a child and hugged his typewriter tightly. The long-suppressed sadness and pain came out all at once, and he almost fainted.

Huaihu left the room quietly. This man had been crazy for a long time.

He used to be a being that everyone admired, but now he is just a pitiful madman.

Everyone dies, and he is no exception.

The next day, the staff who stayed behind transported the second corpse. Its original name was Huaihu, and he hanged himself the night before.
Chapter completed!