Chapter 1202: Entering Reincarnation Early is Also a Merit

The three perpetrators seemed to have been abandoned by the world, frozen into ice sculptures, forever buried by wind and snow at the top of the world, their deaths quite artistic.

An even more coincidental thing happened next.

The day the three assailants froze to death on the summit of Mount Everest was May 29, 1953, the day that the first confirmed human ascent of Mount Everest was recorded.

The England mountaineering team has achieved a miracle by successfully summiting Mount Everest.

The thin air still carried the lingering effects of the wind and snow, and Edmund Hillary's lungs felt like a broken bellows, each breath accompanied by a burning, icy pain.

But when your feet touch the snow-covered peak, and when the distant snow-capped peaks unfold a magnificent panorama beneath the clouds, all fatigue and suffocation are swept away by ecstasy.

Trembling, he took out the British flag from his person and unfurled it, proudly raising it above his head. The red and white flag fluttered in the wind, and his hoarse cheer was stuck in his throat, but was abruptly cut off by the scene that suddenly appeared before him.

"What the hell?!"

Hillary's voice was shrill and distorted, and she nearly dropped the flag from her hand.

His eyes widened, his pupils contracting suddenly in the dizziness caused by lack of oxygen, staring intently at the three ice sculptures in the snow not far away—they were clearly three human figures!

They were frozen in the ice and snow in an eerie pose.

One stared wide-eyed at the snow-capped peak, his face frozen in terror.

A creature curled up, its arms tightly wrapped around itself, its posture suggesting a strong will to survive as it froze to death.

There was another one lying stiffly, the numbness and despair in its eyes clearly visible beneath the ice shell.

The sunlight slanted across the ice, reflecting a blindingly cold light that etched every subtle expression into the eternal ice.

"What...what's going on?" Hillary staggered forward two steps, her heavy hiking boots crunching on the snow, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to break her ribs.

He has been engaged in mountaineering for many years and has conquered countless dangerous peaks, but he has never seen such an absurd scene - at the summit of Mount Everest, which is more than 8800 meters above sea level, three people "beat up" and have turned into ice sculptures.

It should be noted that prior to this, there were no official records of anyone having ever summited Mount Everest.

Isn't this some kind of ghost sighting?

Hillary's initial excitement vanished instantly, as he had thought he and the English mountaineering team had successfully broken the record for the first ascent of Mount Everest.

However, these three ice sculptures were like a blow to Hillary Clinton's head.

This feeling is like being doused with a bucket of cold water on a freezing winter day.

Dissatisfaction, frustration, shock, and confusion swept over Hillary in an overwhelming array of emotions, leaving him with no mood to even admire the magnificent view from the summit of Mount Everest.

Ten thousand alpacas galloped through Hillary Clinton's mind.

"What the hell were those three guys who froze to death on the summit of Mount Everest?"

The two team members who followed behind also struggled to the summit. Just as they were about to cheer for their teammate's feat, they froze on the spot when their eyes fell on the three ice sculptures.

"My God!" George, a teammate, suddenly covered his mouth, as if the oxygen tank was running low. "We...we're not the first to reach the summit?"

Another Sherpa guide, Danzeng Norgay, removed his icy goggles, his fingers trembling violently from the cold and shock: "They had no climbing clothes! No ice axes or oxygen tanks! They didn't even have ordinary leather shoes!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, sending chills down the spines of the three members of the England mountaineering team.

They looked down at their heavy winter clothes, crampons strapped to their legs, oxygen tanks and climbing ropes on their backs.

They had prepared for this moment for years, enduring life-or-death trials such as avalanches, frostbite, and lack of oxygen before finally reaching the top of the world.

But the three thugs frozen into ice sculptures in front of them were only wearing thin long sleeves and trousers, and were unarmed. Science could not explain how they were able to be here in early summer!

"Oh Shet!"

"How did these three guys manage to reach the summit of Mount Everest without wearing any mountaineering equipment?"

The fierce wind whipped up snowflakes that lashed against Ruoergai's face, and the biting cold made them shiver, but it was nothing compared to the shock that gripped their hearts.

Hillary crouched down and carefully reached out her gloved hand to touch Scarface, who was frozen into an ice sculpture. Her fingertips felt an unyielding coldness.

"Damn it, how did they get up here?" George's voice was trembling with tears, his thoughts were muddled from lack of oxygen.

"Based solely on the clothes they were wearing, they wouldn't survive more than half an hour on Mount Everest, let alone reach the summit! This simply doesn't make sense!"

Looking around, Ruoergai saw nothing but wind and snow, and thick ice and snow on the summit, with no trace of any campsite.

Moreover, on the route taken to reach the summit of Mount Everest, there were only footprints of the English mountaineering team, and these three ice sculptures with Asian faces looked as if they had fallen from the sky.

"Could it be... some kind of supernatural phenomenon?" Norgey murmured to himself, his eyes filled with awe and fear.

Hillary took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but she couldn't suppress the shock in her chest.

He raised his camera and frantically pressed the shutter button on the ice sculpture, each photo capturing this mind-blowing scene.

“This is incredible…” Hillary murmured. “We thought we were making history, but now it seems that history is much more bizarre than we imagined.”

The wind and snow continued to howl, and sunlight occasionally pierced through the clouds, illuminating the frozen despair on the ice sculptures.

George was trying to find some identification or items on the three assailants.

However, after a considerable search, no identification documents or items could be found on the three ice sculptures.

Three members of the England mountaineering team stood on the magnificent summit of Mount Everest, feeling as small as three pebbles, their hearts filled with doubt, shock, and awe.

They didn't know who the three frozen corpses were, why they were there, or what they had gone through.

But they knew that at this moment, besides the glory of reaching the summit, the summit of Mount Everest also left behind an eternal mystery—three Asians dressed in ordinary clothes and without any equipment were frozen into ice sculptures at the top of the world.

Sherpa guide Norgay reminded us: "We have no time to waste. We must immediately confirm the GPS location of the summit of Mount Everest, photograph the summit landmarks, take photos and videos to record the results, and collect rock and snow samples. We cannot miss the best time to evacuate from Mount Everest."

“OK!” Hillary and George agreed immediately.

The honor of the first English mountaineering team to summit Mount Everest was thus ruined because of Lin Lang.

This left behind one of the most bizarre unsolved mysteries in the history of Mount Everest in 1953, with various versions of legends emerging one after another, which mountaineering experts and scientists could not explain.

Only Lin Lang knew that these "three ice sculptures" were actually three wicked brothers and disciples.

Meanwhile, on the other side of time, in 2006, on this rainy night before Bai Mengfan died after being stabbed 13 times.

Bai Mengfan lay in a pool of blood, spitting out blood and convulsing. He grabbed Lin Lang's hand and cried out in anguish, "The secretly filmed video exposing the dark secret of gutter oil... it's... it's on the camera. Please... help me get the news out..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Lang felt a pang of heartache.

Even on his deathbed, Bai Mengfan was still thinking about exposing the dark side of the gutter oil industry chain, which shows that he was truly a righteous and good journalist.

This made Lin Lang feel somewhat reluctant, to just watch Bai Mengfan die right in front of him.

Whether it's out of friendship or admiration for each other.

At this moment, Bai Mengfan earned Lin Lang's respect and awe.

If every journalist were as righteous, courageous, and ethical as Bai Mengfan, there would be far fewer commercial crimes and various forms of disorder in society.

At least there will be journalists and media outlets who dare to secretly film, investigate, and expose illegal activities.

After a brief moment of thought, Lin Lang hurriedly activated the [Healing Hand] skill, placing his palm, which glowed with a faint golden light, on Bai Mengfan's bloodied and mangled abdomen.

The golden light slowly seeped into Bai Mengfan's abdomen through Lin Lang's palm, like a warm current of life flowing through his muscles.

Those deep, bone-revealing knife wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The everted skin and flesh were pulled together by an invisible force, the broken blood vessels were quickly reconnected like vines, the injured internal organs miraculously healed themselves, and the dark red bloodstains gradually faded under the golden light, revealing smooth skin as before.

Even more miraculously, Bai Mengfan's originally rapid and weak breathing gradually stabilized, and the excessive blood he had lost was being replenished with an astonishingly rapid rate of blood production.

The pale golden halo seemed to transform into an endless source of life force, spreading throughout his limbs and bones.

Bai Mengfan's pale cheeks first flushed a light pink, then became rosy and full, and even her lips regained a healthy color.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Several violent coughs broke the silence of the rainy night. Bai Mengfan suddenly arched his back, vomiting up the remaining blood that had been accumulating in his throat, which splattered onto the wet ground, spreading into dark red flowers.

He gasped for breath, the fresh air filling his lungs and bringing a long-lost sense of comfort. His previously unfocused gaze gradually sharpened, carrying a sense of bewilderment and disorientation as if he had survived a catastrophe.

Bai Mengfan subconsciously raised his hand to touch his abdomen, where there should have been an excruciating knife wound.

But what my fingertips touched was a warm, smooth skin, without a single scar, as if the near-death experience was just a nightmare.

"Oh my god!"

Bai Mengfan abruptly raised his head, staring intently at Lin Lang before him. His pupils dilated with extreme shock, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time: "Lin Lang? You... how did you do that?"

Lin Lang replied half-jokingly, "You haven't finished your last words. As classmates, I should at least hear them!"

Bai Mengfan repeatedly touched his abdomen in disbelief, then looked down at the bloodstains on the ground and his tattered, blood-stained clothes, comparing them to his unscathed skin. He was overwhelmed with shock.

"I...I just felt like I was about to die, and my internal organs were stabbed to pieces. How come I'm perfectly fine now?"

Lin Lang replied, "I just used my healing superpower to forcibly extend your life."

Bai Mengfan took a deep breath. The tearing pain in his chest was gone, and his limbs regained their strength. The despair he had felt when he was on the verge of death had vanished without a trace.

He even raised his hand to touch his abdomen again. The smooth texture felt real and tangible, so he couldn't help but pinch it hard. The clear pain proved that it wasn't a hallucination.

"This...this is simply a miracle!"

Bai Mengfan's voice was choked with sobs, a mixture of shock, ecstasy, and disbelief, "Lin Lang, are you human or a deity? How could you miraculously heal my severe knife wound?"

Lin Lang frowned and said, "Squad leader, there's no time to explain too much to you. Your fate is sealed, and you're doomed to die today."

No sooner had Lin Lang finished speaking than a deafening thunderclap rang out in the rainy night sky, splitting an old locust tree not far away in half and sending sparks flying.

Bai Mengfan was startled by the sudden clap of thunder and exclaimed in surprise, "Lin Lang, what do you mean by that? I don't quite understand!"

Lin Lang said in a deep voice, "What I mean is that your lifespan has ended. Even if I just saved you, you will still soon suffer an unfortunate accidental death."

"If I hadn't used the weather summoning spell to help you avoid the lightning, that bolt of lightning would have struck you and killed you a second time."

Lin Lang's meaning was simple: if the King of Hell wants you to die at midnight, no one can keep you alive until dawn.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mengfan couldn't help but gasp.

He looked up sharply at the night sky, which was suddenly filled with lightning and thunder. As fear overwhelmed him, he said resolutely, "Lin Lang, thank you for everything you've done for me. If I am destined to die tonight, I don't want to drag you down with me!"

"You should leave now!" Bai Mengfan shoved Lin Lang hard.