Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Bai Zhan's words surprised Sun Chengwu.

He asked, "You want to hunt polar bears?"

Bai Zhan's eyes were burning with determination. "Why not give it a try? If you succeed, you'll make a fortune; if you fail, you won't lose anything."

Judging from his appearance, Sun Chengwu knew it wasn't just a simple "try".

He still had reservations, saying, "Okay, but I don't think many people would dare to try it."

This is a matter of life and death.

Bai Zhan smiled warmly. "Hehe, you don't need to worry about that, I have a way."

For some reason, Sun Chengwu felt a chill when he saw Bai Zhan's smile, and he had a feeling that this guy had some ill intentions.

The night was short, and dawn broke quickly.

Sun Chengwu greeted everyone and set off with his fishing rod and bucket.

Seeing this, Old Xu also grabbed a fishing rod and a landing net and followed along eagerly.

He said smugly, "Young man, you seem to be quite versatile in many ways, but you don't know anything about fishing, do you?"

Without a net, how are you going to scoop it up from such a thick layer of ice?

Should we force it?

If you catch a big fish, not only will the fishing line snap, but you'll be pulled in as well.

Moreover, fishing requires a partner; otherwise, if you're fishing alone, there's no one to brag to when you catch a fish.

"Old Xu, I've been fishing for decades. While I wouldn't say I'm the best in the country, I'm more than qualified to be your teacher."

The old man's words could be summed up in three words: Take me with you.

Sun Chengwu didn't refuse him and smiled, "Alright, let's go together."

Old Xu was overjoyed, as if he had suddenly become twenty years younger, returning to the age when he held a fishing rod and dominated the lake in the park.

The two people stood on the ice, and the cold wind blew straight into their trouser legs.

When Sun Chengwu came out, he had already tucked his trouser legs in and was wearing three layers of socks and two layers of cotton trousers.

However, the cold wind is relentless, and the temperature here is at least minus thirty degrees Celsius.

At least when Sun Chengwu was in his hometown, it wasn't this cold, even at minus twenty degrees Celsius.

Old Xu suffers from rheumatism and has to rest every few steps. He shivers from the cold, constantly exhaling white breath to warm his frozen hands.

Seeing this, Sun Chengwu asked, "Should I take you home?"

Old Xu's face turned green. "No way, I have to catch this fish today, no matter what."

Sun Chengwu took out a bag of biscuits and handed it to him, saying, "Is this any better? I'm afraid you'll catch a cold and get sick, and I'll have to carry you back."

Old Xu's face turned green. "Don't look down on me."

After walking almost another hundred meters, Old Xu couldn't stand the cold any longer and asked, "Kid, for ice fishing, you could just choose any spot and drill a hole, why did you have to come all this way?"

Sun Chengwu said, "It's not an ice sculpture. Drilling holes is too dangerous. I'm afraid the ice will crack."

Old Xu stomped his foot and asked in surprise, "This ice must be four or five meters thick. If it cracks, I'll change my surname to yours."

Sun Chengwu looked at the extending cracks; the closer to the edge, the deeper, larger, and denser the cracks became.

He cautioned, "Uncle Xu, you'd better be gentle. In Northeastern dialect, we're right on a giant ice floe right now."

Upon hearing the words "ice floes," Old Xu's face turned pale, and he asked, "What did you say?"

Sun Chengwu said, "We should be on an ice floe. We don't know if the ice cracked when the plane crashed, or if it was an ice floe from the beginning."

Anyway, be gentle, lest the ice crack and we're both adrift on a free-roaming voyage.

Upon hearing this, Old Xu immediately lay down on the ground, gently patted the ice, and said in a kind voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you better hold on."

Sun Chengwu was both amused and exasperated by what he saw of Old Man Xu.

It is said that the older people get, the more they understand life and death.

In Old Xu, he only saw the old man's hopes and expectations for the future.

The innate optimism of Northeasterners is fully displayed in him; no matter what, he can never let go of his humorous nature.

In comparison, young people like Sun Chengwu lack much of the Northeastern flavor.

The two continued walking for nearly 300 meters, and Sun Chengwu saw the edge of the glacier where they were.

The sunlight shining on the ice was a bit dazzling, and he couldn't help but squint as he saw schools of fish constantly floating in the ocean.

This scene was still quite shocking.

Who would have thought they would be saved by a piece of ice floe?

It was a miracle that the ice floe wasn't smashed by the plane.

However, it also endured severe impacts, as evidenced by the cracks in the ice.

Approaching the edge of the ice floe, Sun Chengwu cautiously moved closer.

As he walked, he poked at the ice with his fishing rod, worried that there might be some floating ice floes that hadn't frozen solid.

In such a place, once they fall into the sea, their bodies freeze, and death is all that awaits them.

They couldn't even climb up.

Old Xu practically lay prone on the ice, embodying the extreme fear of death.

In his words, he had worked hard all his life, and finally, in his old age, he could enjoy life with his son. But he died here. He thought that when he went to the King of Hell, he would be like Sun Wukong, causing havoc in the underworld and rewriting the Book of Life and Death.

The two approached the edge of the ice floe without any serious injury.

Sun Chengwu looked down at the ice fault line that was more than five meters high, with deep blue seawater below.

Looking further down, it was pitch black, like an abyss.

After watching for a while, he felt a little dizzy.

Old Xu also crawled over, looked down, immediately covered his eyes, and groaned as he backed away.

He exclaimed in a thick Mandarin accent, "Damn, this is terrifying!"

Sun Chengwu put down his fishing rod, took out a packet of instant noodles, squeezed it, and hung a small piece of instant noodles on the fishing hook.

When Old Xu saw this, he laughed and said, "Young man, fishing with instant noodles? You haven't been watching too much Douyin, have you?"

If this thing can catch fish, I'll change my name.

Sun Chengwu cast his hook into the sea.

He fishes with a "go with the flow" attitude.

The fish here have probably never seen instant noodles before, and since they can eat them, some of them might try taking a bite.

If you try it and die, then you'll just be catching fish, won't you?

The bait that Old Xu brought was a bag of beef jerky.

Sun Chengwu was a little reluctant to part with it.

Beef is not only high in calories, but it also provides protein, making it much more valuable than instant noodles.

This bag of beef can provide an adult with enough energy to last a day.

However, they are not lacking in food yet, and it's rare for the old man to show such great interest in something, so let him give it a try.

Sun Chengwu disliked controlling others; otherwise, he wouldn't have been forced to command the survivors.

Compared to the warm and familiar nature of older people, he prefers to mind his own business and not meddle in other people's affairs.

Studying medicine was also something my family wanted me to do.

He didn't have any big dreams, but since his family was asking him to, he figured he might as well give it a try.

Just as Sun Chengwu was distracted, the fishing float in the sea suddenly sank, and the bell on the fishing rod jingled loudly.