Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 532
Half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

The sun was rising and the smoke was rising, Feinan pushed the tree trunk blocking the door and walked out.

Today is the day when Feinan is ready to leave.

His complexion was much darker than half a month ago, and a stubble had grown back in his hair, which was black and thick.

His upper body was covered with a simple vest tied with buckskin, and his lower body was wrapped with a roe-skin apron.

It was made from the skin of the big goods he had hunted in the back mountain forest a few days ago.

It is said that it is a call, but in fact it is no different from delivering it to your door.

Five days ago, when he was out looking for firewood, he found a stag entangled in thorns under a tree.

When it was found by Feinan, it was already dying, and it didn't even have the energy to escape. Feinan sent it to the west and carried it back.

Feinan peeled off its skin, washed it with snow, and made a vest, which was regarded as clothing to keep out the cold.

Before he finished eating the shaved meat, Feinan met another silly roe deer, and he didn't know how to hide when he saw him. He caught him, took the skin and meat, and made a leather skirt.

Huanhuan also followed Fei Nan out, and Fei Nan wrapped her whole body in rabbit skin. It didn't look good, but it was warmer.

In front of the crack, Feinan made a simple wooden sled with the dead wood he got back, and piled the frozen venison and roe deer meat on it.

He also piled up the leftovers and furs left over from Feinan's clothes making, and wrapped them with the wild hawthorns and dingoes he had collected for food.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Feinan picked up Huanhuan and put him on the wooden sled. He turned around and looked at the gap for half a month before pulling up the wooden sled and walking towards the southwest.

After half a month of recuperation, the injuries on his body are almost healed, and it's time to leave here.

The process of system restart has reached 15%. According to this speed, it may really take a hundred days to restart successfully.

He didn't want to stay in this wilderness for so long, even if he could bear it, Huanhuan couldn't bear it either.

The cursor he saw on the map before was about fifty or sixty kilometers away from here. Even if he walked ten kilometers a day, he would walk out in a week.

However, he couldn't guarantee that he could get food at any time on the way, so he waited so long because he was preparing supplies for this journey.

The wooden sled was built with dead trees he found, and the weight was not too heavy. Adding Huanhuan, it weighed more than 100 catties.

Pulling the wooden sled, he headed southwest until the sun set before finding a foothold.

The condition of the crevice here is better than the one he lived in before. It is a natural cave, and the entrance of the cave is just blocked with a wooden sled.

After the night and dawn, he put the sleeping Huanhuan on the wooden sled and continued on his way.

In this way, I rushed during the day and rested at night, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye.

……

In the early morning, Feinan pushed the wooden sled, got out of the snow cave, and looked at the sky.

Today's weather is fine, cloudless, blue sky.

Opening the shredded leather bag on the wooden sled, there were only a dozen or so wild hawthorns left in it.

Feinan shook his head, wrapped it up again, and then took a piece of frozen venison, stuffed it into his bosom, and "heated the meal" with his body temperature.

He couldn't find a suitable foothold last night, so he had to dig a snow hole deep in the lee of the wind and snow, and crawled in to make do for the night.

The altitude here should be much lower than where he came from, and the temperature is also higher, but it is still cold.

The place where he came should be high in the mountains, where the snow is hard, and the snow shell here is no longer able to stand.

Most of the leaves and grass branches under this kind of snow are soaked by the earth atmosphere and cannot be ignited.

Without a fire, he had to eat raw food.

His immunity is high enough that he is not afraid of getting sick, but Huanhuan can't eat it, so those fruits have to be left to her.

Using body temperature to soften the venison, Feinan took out the venison, sat on the snow, and gnawed.

This is sashimi, this is sashimi... He kept hinting to himself before he swallowed the venison.

In fact, the taste of frozen raw venison was not bad, but this feeling of raw hair drinking blood made Feinan very uncomfortable.

After eating half of it and feeling full, Feinan threw the remaining half back onto the wooden sled, and it would freeze again in a short time.

Sighing, he looked at the unchanging scene in front of him, grabbed the snow and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and spit it back to the ground as if venting.

Today is the eighth day. He originally thought that he could see people the day before yesterday or yesterday, but until now, he hasn't even seen a ghost.

Is this really a plot line world?Is it too big?

After Huanhuan woke up, he put her on the wooden sled, and Feinan pulled the wooden sled, leaning on the wooden stick, and continued to trek southwest.

The terrain here has been much gentler, and it is still downhill, but it is still more difficult to walk than a few days ago.

"Dad, do you want to eat?"

Huanhuan sat in a furry ball of rabbit fur, with her small head exposed, she pinched a hawthorn fruit and asked Feinan.

"I've eaten it, you can eat it!"

Feinan didn't look back, he pulled the wooden sled forward step by step, the heat was steaming above his head.

"Dad, are you tired?"

"Daddy, shall I sing to you?"

Huanhuan chattered non-stop, even the hawthorn fruit couldn't stop her mouth.

Suddenly, when his footsteps stopped, Feinan quickly turned around, leaned over and covered her mouth, and warned in a low voice: "Don't talk!"

Huanhuan didn't move, just blinked her eyes.

Feinan slowed down his breathing and listened attentively.

In the past few days, he could hear only a handful of sounds in the mountains and forests, and he was even more sensitive to abnormal sounds. He could be sure that there was some sound coming from the north just now.

The breeze blew the treetops rattling, and several faint shouts came. Feinan looked to the northwest direction, where the voice came from.

Feinan suddenly became excited, there was someone!

Bang!
It seemed that there was a gunshot sounding from that direction, but the sound was quite far away and could not be heard clearly.

have a gun?Feinan was a little wary, a little hesitant, not sure if he should make contact.

Without a map, he can't judge whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend, and it is unreasonable to contact rashly.

Although he has no expertise and skills, with his current basic quality, he is not afraid of ordinary firearms, but it is better to be safe with Huanhuan.

Thinking of this, Feinan pulled up the wooden sled and continued to walk southwest, where the cursors were concentrated, and it should be relatively safe.

About four or five hundred meters away, Feinan stopped suddenly.

He heard the movement from the north again, this time, it was closer than before, and it was fast approaching right in the middle.

Swish!
A huge black shadow jumped up from the bushes on Feinan's right, landed on the ground, and threw up a large amount of snowflakes.

That's a tiger!
Roar!
When the tiger landed, it also found Feinan. It opened its mouth wide and roared at Feinan. The deep roar, like a horizontal bar engine, came towards his face with a stench and wild aura.

"Hold on tight!"

Feinan let out a low cry, and kicked directly on the edge of the wooden sled.

Huanhuan reacted quickly and hugged the bottom of the wooden sled, but almost fell from it.
Fortunately, the rabbit-skin rope holding the venison stopped her, and she was carried by the wooden sled and slid aside.

Feinan was too busy to take care of himself, the tiger had already rushed towards him!
(End of this chapter)