Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

As the sun rose and the smoke curled, Fernan pushed open the trunk of the tree that blocked the door and stepped out.

Today is the day when Feinan prepares to go.

His complexion was much darker than half a month ago, and his hair had regrown a hard stubble, black and thick.

He wore a rudimentary vest made of deerskin and a roe deer skin apron underneath.

This is a large cargo peeling that he caught in the mountains and forests in the back mountains and forests a few days ago.

said that it was hit, but in fact, it was no different from sending it to the door yourself.

Five days ago, when he went out to look for firewood, he found a stag under a tree that had been entangled in wattles.

It was already dying when it was found by Fernan, and it had no strength to escape, so it was sent to the west by Fernan and carried back.

Fei Nan peeled off its skin, washed it with snow, and got a vest, which can be regarded as having clothes to protect against the cold.

Before the shaved meat was finished, Fernan met a stupid roe deer again, and when he saw him, he didn't know how to hide, so he caught him, peeled the skin and took the meat, and made a leather skirt.

Huanhuan also followed Fei Nan out, she was wrapped in rabbit skin by Fei Nan all over her body, it didn't look good, but it was warm.

Before the rift, Fernan made a simple wooden sled out of dead wood material, on which were stacked with frozen venison and roe deer meat.

The leftovers and furs left over from Fernan's clothes were also piled up by him, wrapped in the wild hawthorns and mountain dings he had collected to eat.

"Let's go!"

Fei Nan picked up Huanhuan and put him on the wooden sled, turned around and looked at the crack where he had lived for half a month, before pulling up the wooden sled and walking southwest.

After half a month of repair, the external injuries on his body are almost healed, and it is time to get out of here.

The system reboot process has reached 15%, and at this rate, I am afraid it will really take 100 days to restart successfully.

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

The cursor he had seen on the map was about fifty or sixty kilometers away, and even if he walked ten kilometers a day, he would be out in a week.

However, he can't guarantee that he will be able to get food at any time on the way, so he has waited so long to prepare supplies for this journey.

The wooden sleds were all built by him from the dead trees he found, and the weight was not heavy, and it weighed more than 100 catties with Huanhuan.

Pulling the sled, he headed southwest until the sun went down before he found a place to stay.

It was in better condition than the fissure he had lived in, and it was a natural cave with a wooden sled just enough to block the entrance.

After the night, until dawn, he put his sleeping Huanhuan on a wooden sleigh and went on.

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

......

Early in the morning, Fernan pushed away the sleigh, got out of the snow cave, and looked at the sky.

Today's weather is good, cloudless and the sky is blue.

When I opened the smashy leather bag on the wooden sled, there were only a dozen wild hawthorns left in it.

Fernan shook his head, wrapped it up again, and then took a piece of frozen venison, stuffed it into his arms, and "warmed the rice" with his body heat.

He didn't find a suitable place to stay last night, so he had to dig a snow hole deep in the leeward snow and get into it for the night.

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

He must have come high in the mountains, where the snow was hard and the snow shells here were no longer standing.

Most of the leaves and grass branches under this snow are soaked with ground air and cannot be ignited.

He couldn't make a fire, so he had to eat raw food.

His immunity attribute 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 his body temperature to soften the venison, Fernan took out the venison, sat down on the snow, and munched on it.

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

In fact, the frozen raw venison tastes okay, but this feeling of drinking blood makes Fernan very awkward.

After eating half of the piece, feeling a little full, Fernan threw the remaining half back on the sled, and it didn't take long for it to freeze again.

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

Today is the eighth day, and I originally thought that the day before yesterday or yesterday would be able to see people, but until now, he has not even seen a ghost.

Is this really a plot line world? It's too big, isn't it?

When Huanhuan woke up, he put her on the sled, and Fernan pulled up the sled, carried the stick, and continued to trek southwest.

The terrain here is much gentler and still downhill, but the walk is still a bit more strenuous than the previous days.

"Dad, do you want to eat?"

Huan Huan sat in a fluffy ball of rabbit skin, showing a small head, pinching the hawthorn fruit and asking Feinan.

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

Fei Nan didn't look back, pulling the wooden sled forward step by step, the heat steaming above his head.

"Dad, are you tired?"

"Dad, shall I sing to you?"

Huanhuan kept chattering, and the hawthorn fruit couldn't stop her mouth.

Suddenly, as soon as the footsteps stopped, Fei Nan quickly turned around, leaned over and covered her mouth, and whispered vigilantly: "Don't speak!"

Huanhuan didn't move, just blinked.

Fernan's breath slowed and listened.

These days, he could only hear a handful of sounds in the mountains and forests, and he was even more sensitive to abnormal sounds, and he could be sure that some sound had just come from the north.

The breeze rattled the treetops, and a few faint shouts came, and Fernan looked northwest where the sound came.

Fei Nan suddenly became excited, someone!

Boom!

It was like a gunshot rang out, also in that direction, but the sound was quite far away, and it was not very real.

There is a gun? Feinan was a little wary, a little hesitant, unsure whether to go and make contact.

Without a map, he could not tell whether the other party was friend or foe, and it was irrational to make rash contacts.

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

Thinking of this, Fei Nan pulled up the wooden sled and continued to walk southwest, where the cursor was concentrated, and it should be relatively safe.

After about four or five hundred meters, Feinan suddenly stopped again.

He heard movement from the north again, this time, closer than before, and quickly approaching the center in the middle.

Swish!

A large black shadow leapt up from above the bushes on Feinan's right and landed on the ground, sending large snowflakes up.

That's a tiger!

Roar!

The tiger landed and spotted Feinan, who opened its bloody jaws and yelled at Feinan, a low roar like a horizontal bar engine with a fishy and wild smell.

"Hold on!"

Fei Nan let out a low sigh and kicked directly on the edge of the sled.

Huanhuan reacted quickly and hugged the bottom of the sled, but still almost fell from it.

Luckily, a rabbit skin rope holding venison in place stood in her way, and she was carried by a wooden sleigh and slid aside.

Fei Nan was too busy to take care of himself, and the tiger had already pounced on him!