Fog Survival

The deepest memories in his heart were brought back, and he experienced the darkest moment of his life again...

At this time, Qi Yuan was like an ordinary survivor, with no luck, and the resources around him were extremely poor. He lived on the edge of food and clothing every day.

Six days had passed, and he had not accumulated any resources for the winter, no food to eat, no clean water, no warm clothes, and he was already sick.

Qi Yuan stood shivering in the cold wind, and felt his head buzzing. He was able to accept the challenge of hell, but why didn't he give him anything?

It would be fine if there was no food and resource boxes, but why didn't he even give him wood and stone?

Was there no wood and stone around the shelter of the survivors at that time?

But on second thought, maybe it was indeed possible. This was not a kind game. There was never a good man. Death was the norm here.

Even, whether to survive? There is not much difference between the two. Some people are born in ice fields, deserts and other areas, and seek a chance to live in a desperate situation with no hope of survival.

Just like Yang Zhenghe, he was actually born in the desert, but he was so lucky that he fell into an oasis in the desert.

But are there other people who really live in the vast desert?

They can only find water droplets condensed by the temperature difference between day and night, and a few cacti picked up occasionally.

Their food is lizards running in the desert. They try their best to catch one with their fingers, but the energy they consume is far more than the energy restored by a lizard.

They really survive in desperation and die in unwillingness.

Qi Yuan's eyes are dim. Is this what he is afraid of?

He had never experienced the suffering of others because his luck was so good, but if he lost this luck, could he change everything with his wisdom and ability?

As it turned out, he didn't.

He was not the one who was different, but just one of the countless people. He was so lucky and so lucky.

When the seventh day came, the cold wave came, and he was actually dead.

However, Qi Yuan did not exit the dream, but forced himself to walk through it day after day, wanting to see where he would go in the future according to the development of the dream.

In the following time, he also came into contact with Qin Zhenjun, Yang Zhenghe, Zhong Maiyun, Zhang Zhongyue... and many others.

Some of them he had forgotten, and some of them had accompanied him all the way.

Familiar faces and familiar fate lines are intertwined, but the ending is completely different.

He is no longer the survivor who was once high above, but a weak chicken who can't even satisfy his food and clothing.

Qin Zhenjun would not have too much interaction with him, because he could not take out the healing potion to treat Xiaotong, so there was no contact at all.

Yang Zhenghe would not pay attention to him at all, because in himself, Yang Zhenghe was a lucky person, one of the top survivors at that time, much stronger than Qi Yuan and Qin Zhenjun.

With Qi Yuan's identity in this life, he would not talk to them at all.

As for Zhong Maiyun, he just added her as a friend in the "Mist Survival Manual", and then there was no interaction at all.

Because she didn't even look at him!

In this way, the former five-person alliance became a falsehood and did not appear here at all.

At this point in the story, Qi Yuan knew that there was no point in continuing to go on. This place did not belong to him, and he had even died here a long time ago.

In fact, he understood that he had been awake since he first entered this world, and had recovered all his memories, and was not affected at all.

If it is just an ordinary person, he is really trapped in such an experience, and it becomes the worst ending, and then dies in the end.

Is such a death a real death?

Perhaps, when a person really thinks he is dead, he is really dead...

"It is really dangerous. Is this the power of dreams?" Qi Yuan frowned slightly. The experience here will affect a person's mind and change some of his inner thoughts.

It is hard to say whether it is good or bad. Some people may become enlightened here, and some may sink completely.

Qi Yuan did not stay here any longer, but slowly opened his eyes and found himself floating in this space full of dream power.

Next to him, Wei Xi was still in a deep sleep.

This time, he did not wait any longer, but directly used the power of opening the door, covering the body of the person, and forcibly expelling the dream power for them.

He knew that if he didn't intervene, the king might die here.

This was like a blunt knife, which seemed to pose no threat, but would erode life little by little, and finally lead to death.

He deeply understood that the cabin in the snow was even more terrifying than the threats above the king level.

A few seconds later, Wei Xi, Zhou Yuheng, and the old man in the space slowly opened their eyes. Everyone's expression was extremely lonely and full of extremely negative emotions.

Especially Wei Xi and Zhou Yuheng, who stayed there in a daze and didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Qi Yuan patted their shoulders, as if he knew what they had experienced.

Experiencing the original suffering again, facing a worse environment, and experiencing the most painful moment.

Qi Yuan's experience was actually the most insignificant, because the first time he entered, when he recovered, the dream should have ended long ago.

However, he was too overbearing and forced the dream to go on, which made it false, but to a certain extent, it was going according to his own will.

But others were different, and the stories they experienced might be more touching!

"Wei Xi, what was your story like?" Qi Yuan asked slowly.

After a long silence, Wei Xi said, "I walked the past path again, but this time, I couldn't bear the ghost ginseng, and became a cripple. I was thrown directly on the poison island in the center of the lake, but I survived unexpectedly and crawled through the muddy swamp every day... If I came out later, I should have died."

"Yuheng, what about you?"

Zhou Yuheng shook his head, rubbed his head, and said, "My situation is still good, it's a completely different road..."

Qi Yuan frowned slightly. He was still relieved about the same road, but if it was a completely different road, perhaps the impact on his character would be greater.

"Didn't you experience this disaster?"

Zhou Yuheng nodded, and said with lingering fear: "In the most important decision of my life, the dream aroused the evil in my heart, making me a tyrant who survived in the doomsday. I became a person like you... but I didn't do as well as you."

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