Arctic survival, starting in hell at minus fifty degrees Celsius

Back at the camp, Lin Can could tell what had happened from their expressions.

However, she didn't ask anything, but simply placed the washed deer leg on the fire.

"You're back. Wash your hands and eat."

Sun Chengwu put down his bow and arrows and went to the beach to clean up the bloodstains from his wounds.

When he arrived, he suddenly realized that the sea here was already frozen over.

The temperature is dropping.

Sun Chengwu was stunned for a moment. Logically speaking, it's May now, and the temperature should be rising. Why is it dropping?

This is not normal.

Sun Chengwu used a stone to break through the thin layer of ice on the sea, washed his hands, and returned to the camp.

By this time, he could clearly feel the chill.

The cold wind kept penetrating through my clothes, feeling like needles pricking my skin.

Sun Chengwu could only wrap himself tightly in his clothes and sit by the fire. The warm flames dispelled the chill from his body, and the sky gradually darkened.

The firewood crackled and popped, and soon the air was filled with the aroma of meat.

Lin Can cut off the outermost piece of meat that had already been grilled and placed it on the stone next to him.

Everyone reached for the meat, their mouths greasy with oil as they ate.

The happiest people at the meal were the three black men with curly hair and Juliana.

This was the most they had ever eaten.

Juliana sat by the fire, staring at the three black men beside her with a hint of fear in her eyes.

Su Wanqing asked, "What's wrong?"

Juliana shook her head.

She didn't want to talk about those dark days.

The lamb leg was quickly devoured, and Sun Chengwu then asked Su Wanqing to cook some hot soup.

After everyone drank it, the chill in their bodies was finally dispelled.

Deer blood is warming and highly nourishing; drinking it makes you feel energetic and not sleepy at all.

Sun Chengwu then directed them to begin building the house.

As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him," so the three Black men didn't complain at all when faced with the unexpected overtime work.

After the house was attacked by a brown bear, many parts were damaged and needed to be rebuilt.

After everyone's efforts to repair it, the shelter was finally completed.

The shelter is not very large; it was originally designed to accommodate only four people.

However, after Juliana's design, the shelter was no longer a square shape, but had a lot of extra space.

These spaces are barely enough for everyone to live in, but they are somewhat crowded, and apart from the master bedroom, the other spaces do not have stoves, so it is impossible to start a fire.

The master bedroom was naturally occupied by Sun Chengwu and his three companions.

Juliana didn't want to live with the three black men, so she squeezed into a small space with Zhao Na.

The next morning, Sun Chengwu opened his eyes and cold air kept seeping in through the holes in the house.

He wrapped his clothes tighter around himself because of the cold. The fire in the stove was burning only a faint light, struggling to stay afloat in the cold wind.

Before they could fill the cracks in the walls with pine resin and hay, cold wind kept seeping in, leaving a layer of frost on the walls.

The frost, solidified together, blocked some of the cold wind; otherwise, it would have been even colder.

Sun Chengwu only slightly pulled his hand out of the water, and he felt a stinging sensation on his skin.

Sun Chengwu guessed that today's temperature would be at most minus sixty degrees Celsius.

He mustered his courage, got up, and couldn't help but shiver as he added some dry grass and firewood to the stove.

The dry grass caught fire and quickly ignited, setting the newly added firewood ablaze.

With the fire lit, the indoor temperature finally rose a bit.

Sun Chengwu went outside. They hadn't built a door yet; they had just tied a few pieces of wood together to barely keep out the cold wind.

Moving the door aside, the sky outside was gloomy, and dark gray clouds were gathering on the distant sea, as if they were about to crash down from the sky.

The biting wind blew so hard that it stung Sun Chengwu's face, as if knives were slicing across his cheeks. In just a moment, his face cracked from the cold, and snow seeped out, causing both pain and itchiness.

The wind was at least level six or seven, carrying ice crystals that kept hitting the houses.

Sun Chengwu was somewhat relieved; thankfully, the house had been built last night, otherwise, with such strong winds today, they would have frozen to death outside.

Just then, there was a commotion outside.

Zhao Na and Juliana, wrapped in their clothes and shivering, came to the door.

They were originally sleeping together in a small, cramped room in the corner, barely enough to squeeze in, but they were woken up by the cold.

On the other side, the three curly-haired black men were sleeping soundly despite the cold.

They seem to be able to sleep in any environment.

Zhao Na, her lips trembling and already turning purple from the cold, asked, "Could...we come inside and warm ourselves by the fire?"

Sun Chengwu stepped aside. "Come in."

Two more people squeezed into the small 10-square-meter room, making it much more crowded.

However, as the number of people increased, the temperature gradually rose.

At this moment, Zhao Na suddenly said, "Yesterday, the fishing net was not brought back."

Every time the net is cast, it gets damaged and needs to be brought back for Zhao Na to repair.

Last night everyone had such a great time that they forgot to go to the beach to collect fish.

Sun Chengwu said, "I'll go."

He pushed open the door, braved the cold wind, and trudged towards the sea.

The ice particles blown up by the wind in the sky were mixed with many snowflakes, and it snowed again in this world.

Arriving at the beach, everything in sight is white.

An ice sheet has formed on the sea surface, covered with a thin layer of snow, stretching for miles.

Sun Chengwu found the spot where the fishing nets were set and discovered that they were frozen solid.

He found a rock and smashed it hard against the ice below, leaving only white marks.

The ice here is already 30 centimeters thick.

Moreover, as the temperature drops, the ice surface continues to thicken.

Sun Chengwu swept away the snow on the ice and looked down at the fishing net frozen in the ice, with a large fish as long as an arm hanging on it.

He tried several more times, but was unable to break through the ice.

His hands were so cold they were numb, so he had no choice but to give up and wait for the ice to melt.

Just as he was about to head back, Sun Chengwu saw some figures loitering in the woods in the distance.

Everything was white, with snowflakes falling. The wind made him squint, unable to see what those things were.

But it's definitely not a person.

The figures lingered at the edge of the woods for a while before returning.

Sun Chengwu returned to the wooden house, rubbing his hands together and breathing white vapor onto his palms, saying, "The fishing net is frozen and can't be taken out."

I just saw something in the woods. Everyone be careful when going out these days. I suspect it's a wild animal.

"We have plenty of meat in our camp; in this awful weather, it wouldn't be surprising if it attracted anything."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the Black man finally woke up and came to knock on the door.

Sun Chengwu couldn't just watch them freeze to death, so he had no choice but to make way and let them in.

The room was packed with people, and the cold wind outside was biting, accompanied by the sound of wailing and howling.

In this kind of weather, there's nothing they can do but wait for the snow to stop.