Secondly, he has no energy replenishment. Even if he was rescued, Wu Feng only gave himself a small half bowl of porridge, such a small bowl, even if it was dry rice, he could eat four or five bowls, not to mention that bowl of porridge, he could count a few grains of rice. This is not the solution, and if this fundamental problem is not solved, then he will definitely not survive for five days. So how should this be solved?

Ink Frost slowly found that Wu Feng's attitude this time was very ambiguous, he failed again and again, but that person was at most cold, never said a word of blame and did not threaten him again, as if everything was as he expected, but he did not have any signs of stopping, so what should he be waiting for? What are you waiting for? Is it waiting for himself to really stand for five days? How can he firmly believe that an "ordinary person" who does not eat water can survive five days in the scorching sun and cold night? Then there must be something mysterious in it, that man likes to torture himself, but he will not let himself die, and all his actions are purposeful...... Therefore, he should not let himself stand for five days and five nights in vain.

............

Under the scorching sun, Ink Frost closed her eyes and thought of a way to crack it over and over again.

His current problems are nothing more than three – water, food, and stamina, and the last solution needs to rely on the first two. There is also the question of "fatigue...... He remembered that the porridge given by Wu Feng was very salty...... Then, you should be short of salt......

The sun is slowly setting, and this new day is about to pass halfway over.

A gust of wind blew, sticking his clothes against his hot body, and he felt the cloth a little rough.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, a hint of smugness flashed on the man's somewhat pale face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth - salt, there is.

Then there was the water, and he remembered that at the turn of day and night, there would be morning dew on the leaves of the trees behind him...... Damn, hasn't he done this kind of thing before?

The man almost laughed out loud - water, too.

Is it time to run out of food, to eat the leaves?

Ink Frost slowly turned around, looked at the not dense plant, and roughly counted the leaves on it.

He frowned and shook his head secretly, the leaves were used to collect water, there were too few to eat, and once they were eaten, it would mean that he would be in a desperate situation.

Facing the vegetation, he closed his eyes and thought again, what else can be used around?

Then, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the dark eyes looked at the soil on which the plants depended, and the soil was black and lofty, and it looked very soft...... The black soil indicates that the nutrient content is high, and the soil is soft...... There must be a lot of insects inside.

The tired man suddenly came to his senses, his mood became a little excited, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger.

This time, he must have been able to hold out for five days!

Over the next few days, the man who had only stood dumbfounded began to move, taking off his clothes or leaning his face to the leaves, or digging the earth......

Not far away, there are three people sitting in a hut hidden under the blind spot of the round platform.

"Hmm...... It's rare, I'm starting to use my brain. The silver-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the corner where they could see each other, but the other could not see them, and continued to look at the scroll in his hand.

"The young master is smart, but he is simple-minded. Huang Yue smiled, and he was also a little relieved.

"I'm afraid he'll keep standing like that. ”

"No, it's been tonight, and tomorrow will be the fourth day. But the water on the leaves wasn't enough to replenish the water he had lost. I hope the young master can think of another way. ”

Wu Feng said casually: "Yes, it's hard to stick to this part, don't be one step behind." ”

After hearing this, Huang Yuecai's brows furrowed again: Yes, the last two days are the key.

At noon on the fourth day, the sky was open, and the sun was obscured by the thick clouds that drifted over after a while, and when I looked up, the thick clouds were embedded with a layer of gold, which was extremely beautiful.

The thin, chapped lips cracked, and the man smiled happily, grateful for the clouds that had come just right.

But what if, in the afternoon, this cloud runs away, not to mention that there is still a fifth day to come.

Sticking out his somewhat dry and sticky tongue and licking the cracked lip flap - everything was settled now, except for the water source.

He is not so stupid as to think that a little dew on the leaf can support him for two days; drink urine? Unfortunately, now he can't drink it if he wants to, the formation of urine is just the elimination of excess water in the body, a person who is extremely dehydrated, even his own water is not enough to replenish the fullness, where does the "urine" such thing come from?

Well, apart from the dew on the leaves, there is only ...... Sweat and their own blood......

Sweat can be used, but it can only be used for the arms and torso, so it seems that you are the only one who drinks your own blood?

The idea is good, but isn't it a thirst quenching for drinking? It does relieve the discomfort, but the consequences are bound to be worse.

Ink Frost stood in a daze, feeling very tired and exhausted, but he had to think about something with all his strength, on the one hand, because he had to think, and on the other hand, because it was a distraction. Often, if you can distract yourself, your body will be able to tolerate more pain.

The man gritted his teeth, and began to squat down to dig the soil when his stomach was so deflated that he couldn't get any more deflated, and the insects under the soil had been almost eaten by him, and it was getting harder and harder for him to throw food, which also showed a problem - this time it was a battle against the water, if he couldn't hold on any longer, then next time the only resources would be gone.

The rough and dry fingers dug in the soil, and after digging for a long time, they did not dig out a single thing that could be moved, and they only saw the roots of the plants thrown out, swallowed their saliva, and honestly buried the roots of the plants; after all, these plants are still useful, even if they want to eat them, it will be tomorrow, and today, they must live well!

After thinking for a while, the man finally grabbed a handful of blackened dirt and stuffed it directly into his mouth, and in order not to choke, he had to swallow it in small bites.

The soil naturally has a strong "earthy smell", and the taste is not good; it is different from the wet stickiness and softness of mollusks or the fishy and crisp of beetles......

Swallowing a handful of soil with all his might, using the apparent "fullness" to resist the actual "hunger" - this kind of thing, he remembers doing it when he was in the Hanhai Desert.

His throat was hard to turn up and down, and he coughed violently several times, coughing up a lot of sand and a few traces of blood. However, before the blood that came from nowhere flowed, it was keenly noticed by its owner, and he directly rolled his tongue, licked all that was left into his mouth, and swallowed it mixed with sand.

It seems that I was finally moved by this person who was struggling and did not give up, today's weather is too good for Ink Frost, the clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and there is no sign of abating, but there is a gray feeling layer upon layer.

But the man does not dare to be careless, he does not dare to gamble with this so-called luck, he has no way out, and at present, all possibilities can only be considered in the direction of the worst.

The sky slowly darkened, and the scorching sun struggled with the thick clouds, but it finally failed, and until the moment it descended, it was still not satisfied with the splendor of the sunset on the horizon - the unbearable day was finally over.

As the evening breeze dried the sweat from his clothes, Ink Frost began to carefully remove all of his clothes, and he began to lick the rough, sweaty salt grains on them.

He had never tasted such an unpalatable saltiness, astringent, bitter and sour, but he did not spare a single corner of his clothes, and ate them all.

What if you're too thirsty? The man thought about it, and finally set his eyes on the plant that was not luxuriant......

After the last drop of dew was licked clean by the man, the sun rose on the fifth day.

Today is another sunny day, and the man looks at the sun and smiles.

Then, on this day, at last, he began to gnaw at the tree behind him, until he had eaten all its leaves, its roots, and even its tiny branches—it was dead, but he lived, and then, at the last moment before the sun went down, he bit his wrist directly, replenishing his senses with water.

He gulped it down until he was satisfied, until he sucked himself in even more dizzy.

The cold wind of the night blew again, and in a daze, he saw a handsome man in dark armor walking towards him, the look on the man's face could not be seen clearly in his unclear vision, but he heard the two long-lost words: "Congratulations." ”

The pale and puffy lips bloomed into the most sincere smile in an instant, driving the nerves that had been tense for days, and then suddenly another one relaxed, and suddenly the heavens and the earth were reversed, and the man was straight and straight forward.

Huang Yue hurriedly stepped forward to catch it, and then picked up the man and walked towards the hidden hut.

The interior of the house is faintly scented with incense and simply furnished.

After saying hello to Wu Feng, Huang Yue directly carried the person who had fainted on his shoulder into the compartment, stripped off his clothes and threw them into the bathtub with herbs, glanced at the ink cream, and walked out again.

"Don't worry, you can't die. Wu Feng held a book and said without raising his head.

"Well, it's just to take care of it for a few days, don't spoil the foundation. Huang Yue said.

Wu Feng smiled: "Since he has passed the test, then he will be your secret guard in the future, how to teach and manage, it is all your business." I'm just lazy, just look at it when it's about the same. ”

"Understood, reassured Lord. Huang Yue saluted.