The cold...stings the marrow.

Suddenly awakened, Su Changxing took a deep breath, looked up and looked around, a white world unfolded in front of his eyes.

"Is this snow?"

He looked at the white substance covering his hands, which flowed under the temperature of his skin.

His hands and feet were so cold that he almost lost consciousness, but he could barely move.

"Is this the abyss?"

He looked at the surrounding environment a little bit, and he couldn't believe that this was the legendary abyss, where even gods would fall into it.

Very ordinary, ordinary cannot be more ordinary...

The road has been in disrepair for a long time, and most of the exposed yellow paint has peeled off. The ground has sunk, and cracks have appeared, which are filled with white snow.

He stood up from the ground tremblingly, feeling his body was heavy, wearing only a T-shirt and a thin outer shirt, the cold almost numb his consciousness.

Gotta get out of here and find a warm place.

This is an ordinary world, and now he seems to be an ordinary mortal who can no longer feel any extraordinary energy, and his body functions are also quite weak.

Ignore other problems for now, the biggest problem in front of him is that he is about to freeze to death.

Holding his shoulders with both hands, his upper body curled up, he staggered forward along the road, aimlessly, just looking for a place to take shelter from the wind and snow.

After walking a short distance, Su Changxing felt that his physical fitness could not keep up, his throat was dry, as if smoking, and he was panting heavily.

He grabbed a handful of snow from a relatively clean place on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing constantly, the ice water wet his throat to feel better.

Even if his physical strength is weak, he still walks forward step by step firmly. Although he is a mortal body, his will is different from that of a mortal.

Faced with such a situation, he had no choice but to pray in his heart that there would be a place to rest his feet in front of him, so that he could take a break. This frail body was about to reach its limit.

Such a limit is really a physical limit, once it is exceeded, what awaits him is probably death.

He didn't quite know what kind of state he was in now, and what would happen if he died here?

Is this the abyss?

He was skeptical about this problem, and didn't notice any abnormalities in this world, it seemed to be the most ordinary and normal world.

But this kind of normality seems to be abnormal. Almost all worlds have extraordinary energy, but the extraordinary energy here is in a vacuum state, and I can't feel the slightest bit.

As he thought about it, his thoughts became confused. His feet became unsteady, and he fell into the snow. His little feet hit the gravel, and the wound was wiped out, and there was a burning pain.

This kind of pain constantly stimulated his nerves, it was extremely real, as if he was a weak mortal.

Su Changxing got up tremblingly from the ground again, ignoring the wound on his foot, because the pain gradually weakened due to the cold.

Walking along the road, it disappeared, and he didn't know where it disappeared. It was covered with wind and snow, and he couldn't see it clearly. He only felt that the surrounding mountains and forests became denser.

After a long time, all aspects of the body's functions have declined to an extreme, his sight has become blurred, his movements are slower than before, and some unreal phantoms even appear in front of him.

But he still didn't stop, and continued to walk forward step by step, leaving a line of clear footprints, which gradually molded into the lake in the wind and snow.

call~

call~

The sound of the cold wind filled his head, and his eyes were all white.

Falling to the ground again, Su Changxing was slowed down for more than ten seconds before getting up from the ground again and continuing to walk forward.

Just when he thought he was about to die, he saw a small house in the wind and snow, as if he saw a street lamp in the dark night.

He speeded up a little, and walked over step by step. The window was like a lake, stained with a layer of hoarfrost, and he could vaguely see the scene inside. The door was closed tightly, but it was not locked.

, he put his hand on it and easily pushed it away.

bang~

The door was closed heavily, the wind and snow were isolated from the outside, the world suddenly became quiet, and the not-so-bright light shone through the window, making it look dim.

The temperature inside the house was significantly higher than outside, and Su Changxing felt a burst of warmth and a strong drowsiness, accompanied by thirst and hunger.

"It's really bad enough."

He whispered, sat down against the wall, took off his snow-covered coat, closed his eyes and rested.

At this moment, he actually felt a rare peace. Although the situation was terrible, he seemed to be truly alive.

Su Changxing didn't really fall asleep. With his current state, he might not be able to get up once he fell asleep. After all, his clothes were covered in snow and the temperature in the room was not high, so he would freeze to death.

The wind can still be heard in the house, but it is much smaller, and the windows are also creaking.

After resting against the wall for more than an hour, he felt better and got up from the ground, leaving water stains on the floor.

It was a very small house, with a stove on one side and logs piled up in the other corner. There were a few books and a simple wooden chair on the shelves on the wall, but nothing else.

This is probably a place used by people to rest temporarily, presumably the owner would not mind the people who are about to die coming to take shelter.

Su Changxing walked to the shelf and checked carefully, trying to see if he could find anything to eat or drink. His body urgently needed to replenish food and water at this time, otherwise it would still be a dead end if he continued like this.

He opened the first drawer below, and there was only a pen and a yellowed diary in it, obviously it was quite old.

Then he opened the second drawer, hoping that there might be something to eat in it, but when he opened it, he found that there was nothing in it, only half a box of matches and a stack of old newspapers.

Then.

He opened the third drawer again, which seemed to echo his expectations. There was actually food in it, some snacks, probably the owner of the room left it here and forgot to take it away, a granola bar, a bag of potato chips , and a can of soda, an orange-flavored drink.

"It's really lucky." Su Changxing couldn't help sighing, and immediately picked it up. He was already extremely thirsty, his throat was about to smoke, and his voice was hoarse.

card ~

He opened the drink, took a big sip, and felt a sense of relief all over his body, and swore it was the best orange-flavored drink he had ever had.

After taking a sip, he stopped. The water was too cold. If he drank too much at once, it would irritate his stomach. His body couldn't bear more accidents now. To die in this dark hut.

Then he opened the granola bar, chewed half of it in his mouth, opened the second drawer, took out the matches and newspaper, and went to the stove.

The stove had obviously been used some time ago, and charcoal still remained in it.

Su Changxing tried to ignite the match, but because his fingers were frozen stiff, he dropped it to the ground, picked it up and tried again before igniting it.

The yellow flame lit up in the dimly lit room, and he felt warm ~lightnovelpub.net~ although only a little bit.

The match is not damp and can be ignited. This is great news. For him now, he may not be able to find any other way to start a fire.

Su Changxing tore the newspaper into small strips to serve as tinder, picked up small pieces of firewood from the stove and stacked them, and then sprinkled the small strips of newspaper on top.

After striking the match, lighting the newspaper, he gently fanned it with the newspaper, and the fire spread from the newspaper to the firewood...and went out.

Su Changxing was stunned for a moment, carefully checked the reason, and found that some of the firewood had been damp.

He had no choice but to go to the corner, squat down and carefully select relatively dry small pieces of firewood. The cold made his hands stiff, and his movements became slow and inflexible.

After fiddling like this for more than ten minutes, he began to try to light the fire again, and similarly tore the newspaper into small strips, and then sprinkled them on the piled

The firewood was lit, and the newspaper was lit with a match, and the fire suddenly rose.

This time it was finally a success.