After speaking, he remembered that his current mental strength had not yet recovered.

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, he continued to work on the ignition in his hand. I don't know if the heavy snow has finally stopped for a few days, and at most tomorrow when the sun rises, the temperature will usher in a sharp drop.

And tonight will also be the warmest day he can live in the next period of time.

That's right, when the sun rises, the temperature that should be shining on the earth as the sun shines on the earth, and the slowly rising temperature drops dramatically. This is because when the snow and ice, which are up to two meters thick, begin to melt, it absorbs a lot of the heat that the sun emits to the ground.

Although it is the first time for Ma Shuo to experience such a terrifying weather, it is conservatively estimated that the temperature will drop by about ten degrees.

That's why he brought back all the corpses and feathers, so that he could get a lot of warmth while stocking up on a lot of food.

You should know the feathers on the chest and abdomen of birds, which are natural insulating linings. The carcasses of a hundred and ten birds have feathers on them, and at least two sets of clothes and shoes can be made to be worn.

And these are all birds that are so active in winter, so maybe the warmth effect will be even more prominent.

Sitting at the entrance of the cave and looking at the fire that had just been lit in front of him, Ma Shuo was about to set up a slate barbecue when the white bird in the distance jumped a few meters closer.

"Goo!"

"Huh?" Ma Shuo was stunned, he thought that when he was focusing on making a fire just now, these white birds had already left.

I didn't expect them to be so bold, not only did they not fly far away, but they also dared to approach themselves?

Then, when Ma Shuo distracted his attention from the birds, his brain felt the fluctuations coming from them.

Hunger and pleading, only these two instinctive emotions, which made Ma Shuo couldn't help but be surprised for a moment.

What about the anger when you want to attack Ma Shuo? Now that he has slaughtered most of the white birds by dividing them by two, the remaining dozen or so are not angry?

But there are only corpses of their kind around him, right?

Thinking of this, Ma Shuo tentatively lifted half of the corpse next to him and gently threw it three or four meters in front of the white bird.

The next moment, these dozen hungry birds quickly pounced on the corpses of their kind.

"Bang Bang Bang!" pecked at the hard ice with his sharp beak, and Ma Shuo was dumbfounded.

Eat the same kind of stuff too!

Then he shook his head and laughed bitterly twice, there is no record in the "Gray Mountain Canon" that no one eats people, even humans are extremely hungry and eat their own kind, not to mention these birds and beasts.

After thinking about it, he threw over two more corpses, and then began to prepare his own dinner.

The food by the fire had melted, and the plucking and peeling work went very well, and the large pieces of white flesh on the breasts and legs were cut off with broken frost and thrown onto the stone slabs that had been cleaned with snow water.

"Ziz-la-la!"

The sound of the meat pieces colliding with the high temperature gradually sounded, and Ma Shuo picked off some grease and embellished it on the meat pieces.

Suddenly, the aroma overflowed with water vapor, and the excited Ma Shuo couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Finally being able to eat a hot meal is already a very happy event for him.

But more than a dozen white birds also smelled the smell of meat, and couldn't help but stop tearing and eating with difficulty, and looked at Ma Shuo and shouted again.

This kind of behavior made Ma Shuo's heart have mixed feelings, and he weighed it for a moment and directly threw out the broken frost and swiped forward. I only heard a faint sound of "Whew!" in the air, and the six or seven white birds in front of them instantly separated.

Seeing this, the other white birds immediately flapped their wings and flew high, and while Ma Shuo got up to pick up the corpse he had just killed, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "It's good to have your food, I haven't eaten yet!"

But as soon as he sat back at the entrance of the cave, the remaining seven white birds flew back. Only this time it was far away at the edge of the platform, looming over the snow-white earth.

"These shameless things!" Ma Shuo rolled his eyes, and no longer bothered with these white birds, quietly waiting for the food to be cooked.

Seeing that Ma Shuo no longer paid attention to himself, the white bird didn't know which one was really hungry, and took the lead in jumping up and down to the hard food. Seeing this, the others of the same kind followed suit, and even the scramble and knocking suddenly weakened a lot.

Salt is not only a necessary mineral nutrient for the human body, but now Ma Shuo has experienced it with his own sense of taste, and it is also an extremely precious condiment.

The meat is fried juicy and delicious, fat but not greasy, but the lack of salt, a condiment, makes every bite he eats taste like chewing wax. But the current hard conditions can't be met at all, so I have to reluctantly eat all the cooked meat, but I can't help laughing at myself in my heart: "I'm still hungry!"

After stuffing two handfuls of snow into his mouth to satisfy himself with food and drink, Ma Shuo went into the cave and turned the first corner, and after transferring the fire here, he began the serious business of stockpiling food and plucking hair.

Now the frost has replaced the dagger and has become his most convenient cutting and separating tool at the moment. And after the seven white birds ate the meat of their own kind, they also followed them into the cave rather shamelessly.

But they didn't turn the corner, as if they had become guards in front of Ma Shuo's door, gathered together and waited quietly outside.

There was no word all night, when there was not much dry firewood left, and there was only a few sparks left in the fire, as the moment the outside of the cave turned from dark to bright, a chill that was much more biting than yesterday quickly poured into the cave.

The spark blown by the cold wind suddenly dimmed, and Ma Shuo also filled the feathers of the second set of clothes.

With the exception of the tips of the wings and some of the longest feathers on the tail, everything else was shredded and stuffed into the garment. Although the clothes became bulging and quite swollen, the weight barely increased at all.

Reaching out and touching the warm shoes on his feet, Ma Shuo folded the second set of clothes and stuffed them into the second backpack, picked up the stone axes and stones that had been processed in advance on the ground, and the cooked meat that had been processed overnight, and strode towards the outside of the cave.

He carried a stone axe and clothes on his back, and dozens of catties of meat were hung on his chest. Now Ma Shuo has a feeling that even if someone wants to shoot him, the bullet will not be able to penetrate the "food bag" in front of him.

This is a good place to rest and recuperate, but Ma Shuo has limited time after all, no matter where he is now, as long as he continues to go east, he will definitely not be wrong.

At most, he can offset the target position, and when his beast breath recovers, he can immediately communicate with the animal, so as to know and correct his direction.

"Puff la!" the seven white birds hurriedly flew out of the hole, and then Ma Shuo's figure stepped out.

Tearing off a mouthful of cooked meat and chewing it, the "savage" Ma Shuo quickly jumped off several platforms, turned around and climbed along the foot of the mountain to the east.

And overhead, there are seven white birds hovering all the time, as if they are the coordinates of the sky of Ma Shuo.

Follow along, and if necessary, they may be your last rations!

Accidentally looking up and discovering this situation, Ma Shuo sighed and thought.