Freeze the entire population, activate my Superman system?

After Guo Yueshan left, Zhang Mu took a newly calibrated mini walkie-talkie from the study and placed it in front of Ling Shuang.

"After discussing it with Xiaobei, I activated the signal base station directly."

The entire walkie-talkie system has been upgraded, increasing its transmission range. Keep this one with you.

Ling Shuang took the walkie-talkie and weighed it in her hand.

"And this too." Zhang Mu pulled out a finger-sized object from his pocket; it was the miniature positioning transmitter that Jiang Xiaobei had made before.

"Xiao Bei said this is a beacon that automatically sends a positioning pulse every thirty seconds."

Ling Shuang asked in confusion,

"What's the use of this? You can't get out anyway."

Zhang Mu immediately started cursing.

"You can use it as a navigation tool too!"

Besides, if you really die out there, I'll be the one to collect your body.

Don't give me that nonchalant look. Do you think you're Superman?

We've all agreed to gang up on you later.

When Guo Yueshan arrived, Zhang Mu had already told the other three that Ling Shuang was leaving, and everyone was very angry.

However, at this moment, Liu Yun brought out a pot of freshly cooked porridge from the kitchen, along with a dish of pickled vegetables and several fluffy steamed buns.

She simply set out the bowl and chopsticks in front of Ling Shuang and gently instructed, "Little Ling, eat more. Once you leave, there won't be any hot meals that Sister Liu makes for you."

Wang Can was silent for a few seconds, then stood up, walked to Ling Shuang, and gave her a big bear hug.

Even Ling Shuang felt a dull thud on her back from the slap.

"Come back soon." Wang Can let go of him, her eyes a little red, but she forced a nonchalant tone to cover it up.

"When you get back, have your sister-in-law make you another meal of scallion oil mandarin duck. I'll save the biggest one for you."

Zhang Mu looked at Wang Can and the others with a bewildered expression.

???

Didn't we agree to curse him together?

......

Under Guo Yueshan's instructions, the artificial lake was directly dismantled in the middle of the night, and Shen Yuan took over the last shift.

After saying goodbye to Shen Yuan, Ling Shuang leaped into the artificial lake and transformed into a Night Demon in front of the safe zone barrier.

This time, we officially left the safe zone and entered the underground river.

When he emerged from the underground river, he was met with an endless expanse of ice.

There is no dome; overhead is the real night sky.

The wind was strong, carrying ice pellets and snow dust, which rustled against the scales.

The temperature was definitely below minus fifty degrees Celsius, or even lower, but the body in Night Demon form felt almost no cold.

He looked down at the waterproof pouch for the walkie-talkie strapped to the side of his right calf.

He pressed the call button through the waterproof layer.

"Zhang Mu, please reply upon receipt."

There was only white noise coming from the walkie-talkie.

Ling Shuang pressed it again and slowly adjusted the antenna direction.

A few seconds later, a broken sound came through the white noise, like shredded paper, "Received... buzzing... a bit of static in the microphone..."

The signal gradually improved and penetrated the barriers of the safe zone.

The signal base station antenna produced by this system has a more reliable power than he expected, and the walkie-talkie is also resistant to freezing.

Ling Shuang began to report the information: "Outside the safe zone is an icy plain, tens of degrees below zero, with no monsters, so it's safe for now."

"Stay calm... Zzz... Don't get reckless..."

Zhang Mu's voice came through the noise intermittently.

Ling Shuang found a protruding rock near the exit of the underground river and carved a deep cross mark on it with her fingernail.

Inside the waterproof bag was Jiang Xiaobei's miniature transmitter, which was activated and hidden in a crevice in the rock.

The small red light on the transmitter began to flash regularly, once every thirty seconds.

The receiver and walkie-talkie were placed together.

Whether Jiang Xiaobei can find his way home depends on him.

Ling Shuang stood up and looked around carefully for a moment.

The ice sheet is not completely flat.

Due north of the underground river's outlet, the terrain gradually rises, forming a low ice ridge.

Further away, at the edge of the horizon, there is a blurry shadow, like the outline of a mountain range.

He began to head due north.

In its Night Demon form, the body moves much faster across the ice plains than in human form.

Each step covers nearly two meters.

After running for about 15 minutes, Ling Shuang suddenly noticed a blurry mark on the snow that ran diagonally across his left front and extended northwest.

It was a drag mark.

The edges are jagged, as if something heavy was dragged across the snow and pressed out.

The snow on both sides of the mark showed signs of being crushed, while a deeper groove ran through the middle.

Ling Shuang also saw several irregular scratches, like claws or some sharp object struggling.

A thought crossed his mind, and he squatted down to examine it carefully.

On the snow on both sides of the mark, there were scattered dark green slime, which had been frozen into hard lumps.

He scraped a little off with his paw and brought it close to his nose to smell it.

The familiar humus-like smell of the Night Demon's bodily fluids had faded considerably, but remained highly recognizable.

The Night Demon Mother was towed away by some kind of vehicle!

He stood up and began to follow the drag marks.

After walking for about 20 minutes, the drag marks suddenly turned an angle after crossing a low ice ridge, extending due west.

Ling Shuang stopped and noticed new marks on the snow.

They are footprints.

Seven or eight pairs of footprints, deeply embedded in the snow, evenly spaced, with strides much larger than those of normal humans.

After seeing the footprints clearly, Ling Shuang was convinced that they were definitely not human.

The forefoot is wide and short, the heel is relatively narrow, and there are five distinct claw marks on the toes.

Ling Shuang looked in the direction of the ruts.

Under the moonlight, a slowly moving black dot could be faintly seen in the distance of the ice field, heading towards a raised ice hill.

He lowered his body and began to advance in a more concealed manner.

The Night Demon's body, in its mimicry form, instinctively lowered its center of gravity, landing on all fours, moving silently across the snow like a real Night Demon larva.

As they got closer, the outline of the black dot became clearer.

It was a sled being pulled by some kind of large reptile.

The creature pulling the cart was a giant brown beetle, even larger than a cow.

Their heads were lowered, white hot air spewed from their nostrils, and each step left a footprint more than a foot deep in the snow.

Three strangely shaped creatures walked around the convoy.

Ling Shuang immediately recognized that their footprints were exactly the same as those of the creature that had dragged the Night Demon Mother earlier!

When Ling Shuang saw the creature clearly, she almost thought she was seeing another kind of night demon.

But upon closer inspection, the differences are quite obvious.

The strange creature was between 1.6 and 1.8 meters tall, half a head shorter than the Night Demon larva, but more sturdy and robust.

Their skin is grayish-brown, their heads are slightly larger than humans, their mouths protrude, and their two rows of exposed teeth gleam with a dark yellow luster under the moonlight.

Each person wore some kind of crude leather armor, with a bone dagger or stone axe tied around their waist, and ropes made of animal sinew hanging from their shoulders. They walked and talked in a language that was a mixture of throat tremors and breathy sounds.

After the convoy stopped, Ling Shuang lay down in the shadow of the nearest ice ridge, about twenty meters away from the convoy.

The Night Demon's dark gray scales blended seamlessly with the shadows; he held his breath and pricked up his ears.

When he focused his attention on the perception of the Night Demon mimicry, the gurgling sounds suddenly took on meaning.

The Night Demon could actually understand this language!

Moreover, Ling Shuang subconsciously knew what they were.

They are ghoul wasteland people.

They are specifically for ranchers to raise night ghosts and other creatures in nomadic enclosures.

"Geltu is very unhappy," said the ghoul on the left. He was a short, stout individual whose bone knife at his waist was shorter than his companions', and he carried a large bag made of animal hides on his back.

"Of course he was unhappy that the mother had escaped. He didn't even know what he had eaten, but his whole body was burning up."

The taller, thinner ghoul on the right responded.

It wore a necklace of animal teeth around its neck and walked in a more relaxed manner than its companions.

The short, stout ghoul remained silent for a moment, then lashed out with his whip at the giant beetle in front of him.

"It even made me get whipped."

The beetle pulling the sled ahead made a deep, rumbling sound.

The tall, thin ghoul suddenly stopped and turned to look at the short, fat ghoul, his eyes narrowing into slits in the darkness.

"I can smell that damn stench of the Night Demon."

It was silent for a few seconds, then laughed, its voice low and hoarse.

"They didn't run away, and they're still very close to us."

A chill ran down Ling Shuang's spine.

Oh no, we've been discovered!