It's not that Sun Shi was frozen stupid, it's that it's really getting cold today.

Jin Fan was roasting his hands against the fire, and his eyes were deep as he looked at the thin layer of ice that was constantly condensing on the pit behind him.

He reached out and threw two more pieces of dead wood into the fire.

It's just that the flames on the fire haven't even shaken, and they are still slowly sticking on the wood.

One piece, two pieces, and another piece, unconsciously, when Jin Fan reached out to touch the wood beside him again, he felt empty.

Nope.

Jin Fan's hand fluttered twice on the ground and slammed it hard.

Can't do without wood, looking at the flames that are getting smaller and smaller, Jin Fan jumped out of the dirt pit with his hands on the ground.

The few people who were squatting in the pit turned their heads, but they didn't make a sound, because they weren't blind, and they couldn't see that the wood on the ground was gone.

The reality is always much more cruel than imagined, and now in this situation, Sun Shi and a few people went out with him, and there was no other end except freezing to death, to put it mildly, they have been relying on Jin Fan Fangchen and the two.

They don't want to, but they don't want to die even more, and they haven't experienced the fear of death that might be so concrete.

Only after experiencing it will you know that in the face of life, no dignity or even morality is worth mentioning. It is also clearer to know that these things are spiritual charities based on the premise that people can ensure the most basic survival.

So even if they feel guilty, they can only bow their heads as if they didn't see it.

Jin Fan came back soon, holding only a few dead branches in his hands.

Coming out of the pit, Jin Fan really realized how far the temperature around him had dropped, the air turned into ice, and the nasal cavity could not dispel the chill in the air at all, and the cold between the noses passed through the trachea and into the lungs.

Almost in one breath, he shivered from the cold, and after just running two steps casually, his face was blue from the cold, his lips were white, and even his heart began to cramp.

He didn't dare to stop outside, so he only had time to go around and run back with a small pile of dead branches.

But these few dead branches didn't even last half an hour before they turned to black ash.

And now it was just past ten o'clock, and there were still two full hours before twelve o'clock to warm up, and there was almost no hesitation, and when he saw that the dead wood was burned, Fang Chen jumped out.

At this time, the air outside had condensed into hoarfrost, and with his physique, his teeth were shaking when he was about to take a few breaths.

Knowing that it would be colder to run, he still couldn't help but trot, nothing else, he was afraid that if he stayed outside for too long, he would freeze to death on this wild slope.

Every day he had to prepare wood to make a fire, and he knew that there was no wood around here, so he went straight to it.

After climbing two slopes and sliding down the frozen sand, he stretched out his arms and hugged it, turned around and ran back.

It's just that when I was climbing the sand slope, I suddenly heard movement behind me.

Squeaky and quack, like a mouse biting wood, he subconsciously glanced back.

I saw a white practice from the slope not far away.

Almost as soon as the thought of what it was in his head, the thing told him with action.

The thing seemed to be light and disembodied, but when it climbed over the sand slope, it was extremely fast and fell slightly.

Flowing across the sand like a tide of water.

And where it passed, it was covered with ice and snow, and the creaking sound he heard just now was the sound of Bai Lian freezing the sea of sand.

Fang Chen's feet sank, threw away the wood in his hand, and climbed up with his hands and feet.

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