Whenever he was about to give up, he would be awakened by the sound of the milk ball, a sweet and fishy taste would spread in his mouth, and fine scratches would appear on the tip of his tongue from biting himself.
He didn't know how he got through the night. Due to excessive blood loss, his whole body felt cold, and he was sometimes confused and sometimes perfectly lucid.
When I'm in a daze, I hum along to the rhythm of the song; when I'm awake, I replay the past moments in my mind over and over again.
The carefree days of university, the wedding hall with my wife, exchanging rings, my wife being hospitalized and I still looking beautiful even with a wig on her, the joy of becoming a father for the first time when my baby was born, the anxiety of being chased by creditors, the embarrassment and confusion when I was evicted from my rented room, that five-and-a-half-yuan bowl of meat porridge, that survival in the wilderness flyer.
Scene after scene played out in his mind like a movie.
Does he regret signing the death pact to participate in this challenge?
Even in this situation, if given another chance, he would still make the same choice.
The scene played out one by one, and as the singing of the Milk Group gradually faded, a sliver of light finally appeared on the horizon.
It illuminated the entire forest, driving away all the hunters lurking in the darkness.
He only went down after confirming that there were no wild animals lurking nearby.
Although it wasn't a high distance, this distance was now extremely difficult for him. He had abrasions of varying degrees, but the abrasions were minor. However, his injured left hand was in severe pain, and he wasn't sure if he had enough strength.
He was also afraid of bleeding again, as he couldn't withstand any more harm.
But he had no chance to rest; he needed to hurry down to treat his wounds and the huge wild boar lying on the ground.
The number of viewers in the live stream remains above 10,000 and is showing an upward trend.
"How do the streamers get off?"
"The streamer finally made it through the night. I woke up several times during the night to check if the streamer was alright."
"Me too, even though I'm asleep, my phone is still live streaming."
"Me too, sob sob sob. I used mobile data, and that damn company owes me hundreds of dollars today. They only charged me and cut off my service after I used hundreds of MB more. I'm going to complain about them."
"Wow, it's so high! It's giving me a fear of heights."
"The streamer has escaped death again. This is so exciting. He can brag about this for the rest of his life."
He couldn't think of a better way to get down, so he moved his left hand a little and was still able to move freely. He gritted his teeth and started climbing down.
Fortunately, I ate enough last night, so I'm not hungry now and have enough energy to support myself.
But just as I feared, the wound reopened and began to bleed profusely.
My left hand was already a mess, covered in dried, dark red scabs of blood, and now it's oozing out again.
He knew that wood ash could stop bleeding, an old folk remedy, but it could also easily cause wound infection. However, he didn't have time to find a better method.
He grabbed a handful of ashes from the fire, gritted his teeth, and applied them to the wound on his left hand, a ten-centimeter-long cut that was one centimeter deep.
The safest way to treat this kind of cut is to go to the hospital for stitches, but he doesn't have that option.
There's another way to stop the bleeding, but I wouldn't consider it unless absolutely necessary. Obviously, this is the last resort.
Blood was still seeping out, the brothel was still warm, and the charcoal fire inside had not yet gone out. He put one end of the axe into the glowing charcoal fire inside through the vent.
He was grateful that even the handle of the axe was made of metal, otherwise he would have been worried that the handle would burn inside. The viewers in the live stream looked at Li Sheng's operation and his cold avatar showed great doubt.
"What is the streamer doing? Why is he burning the axe?"
"Is the streamer out of his mind? Or is he so desperate that he burned the axe and is planning to hang himself?"
"A perplexing incident".
"I don't understand at all, but the streamer isn't someone who gives up so easily."
"The streamer must have his reasons for doing this."
He was a little weak, but he still tried his best to explain when he saw the questions from the viewers in the live stream.
She showed her wounds to the camera.
"The streamer is now trying to stop the bleeding. The wound is very large, and if I don't get special treatment, I could very well die from blood loss."
The axe had quickly turned red-hot from the charcoal fire. Li Sheng took it out with trembling hands. When the viewers in the live stream saw this, they still didn't understand.
What is the connection between heating an axe red-hot and stopping bleeding?
Knowing that Li Sheng had placed the back of the axe on his wound without hesitation.
Sizzle!
He had already done this a couple of days ago, last time to eliminate the potential dangers posed by snake venom, but this time the area was much larger.
The pain made his whole body tremble, but he didn't utter a sound.
Therefore, the sound of the meat being grilled was particularly noticeable.
From that moment on, the number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed, and the chat went wild.
"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, it's that trick again. This is too ruthless to oneself. Is he a psychopath?"
"My God, how can I do this? It's my own body!"
"I have already felt it, that excruciating pain."
"I feel so much pain when I get splattered with oil while cooking, how can the streamer stand it?"
"I've never admired anyone in my life, but this is a real man. I admire you wholeheartedly."
"I understand, it works on the same principle as an electrosurgical unit used in surgery."
"If the wound is burned, then there won't be any more blood, right?"
"His spirit is too strong. He didn't even cry out when he was in pain. I would have fainted if he did that."
"If this had happened back in the early days of the anti-Japanese war against Japan, he would never have been arrested and tried for treason."
"This is quite an explosive existence even for all of humanity."
Perhaps because his body had reached its limit in terms of pain, or perhaps because he had already experienced it before, he actually felt that it was nothing special, and at this moment he still had the mood to chat idly with the people in the live broadcast room.
"Maybe it's because the streamer is quite persistent, he can still live up to being called Brother Li, right?"
As soon as he said this, the live stream chat was flooded with messages from Faker, some of whom were even dissatisfied with the title and changed it to "King of the Wild," and a wave of similar comments followed suit.
The screen is filled with this name.
Although it hurt terribly, the bleeding from the wound on my hand had indeed stopped. I felt completely exhausted as I gazed at the wild boar, which lay dead in a distant, pitiful state.
He still emerged victorious.
After a while, he finally got up and started dealing with the wild boar. At least he and Milkball wouldn't have to worry about food in the upcoming challenges; they only needed to ensure their safety.
It can be considered a blessing in disguise.
Not having enough wood ash, he could only use yellow earth to cover up the smell of the blood.
However, the results were not satisfactory. More importantly, we needed to deal with the wild boar first and light a campfire before nightfall. If the fire was big enough, it would deter wild animals.
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