abyss doomsday

Eyelashes covered with frost and snow trembled slightly and opened. Lin Youhe looked around and stood up.

Little Fatty Orange hurriedly circled around Lin Youhe.

Lin Youhe, who had a splitting headache, covered his head and pressed his temples vigorously, trying to relieve some pain, but it had no effect at all.

He lowered his head and touched Little Fatty Orange, and exhaled: "It's okay...your mouth..."

Little Fatty Orange rubbed Lin Youhe's hand affectionately, purring to express his gratitude and happiness.

The tail standing high is as straight as a flagpole.

Picking up Fatty Orange, Lin Youhe began to check whether there were any injuries on Little Fatty Orange. After looking at Little Fatty Orange for a long time, he opened Little Fatty Orange's mouth. He could only see three missing teeth in the mouth and half a broken tooth in the gums. and the pits left behind after the whole thing fell.

He looked at Little Fatty Orange's mouth in silence, opened his lips, and finally just hugged Little Fatty Orange and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Licking Lin Youhe's fingers affectionately, Fatty Orange didn't show any other emotions, but just comforted Lin Youhe.

Lin Youhe's hands were as cold as ice and numb, and he couldn't feel Fatty Orange's body temperature or licking at all.

He could only pick up Little Fatty Orange and stuff him into his arms.

The only warm place was where Fatty Orange had been keeping Lin Youhe warm.

The rest was wet and covered with a thin layer of ice.

Walking one foot deep and one foot shallow, Lin Youhe took out the food in his backpack and tried to tear the packaging with trembling hands, but he couldn't tear it open for a long time. The wound on his fingertips had scabbed and no longer bled, but it was covered with A mixture of brown earthy feces.

No part of Lin Youhe's body was clean. He was like a beggar. His eyes brightened slightly and he looked ahead, wanting to step forward quickly.

But he couldn't lift his legs and moved forward slowly and stiffly.

Under the gurgling water, there was a trace of burning.

Lin Youhe moved his legs and stepped into the stream. The water level was neither deep nor shallow, just a few centimeters above Lin Youhe's knees.

A few half-sized mutated fish rarely appeared at the bottom of the water. They swung their tails at Lin Youhe a few times, then turned around and swam away without making any move towards Lin Youhe.

Crossing the stream, Lin Youhe knelt on the ground and pulled away the pile of burned wood.

There was still a trace of imperceptible energy fluctuations from the thunder system on the wood, indicating that Lin Youshuang was fine and had successfully escaped.

With a sigh of relief, Lin Youhe knelt down weakly on the ground. A feeling of nausea and hunger arose in his stomach. He plucked the fallen compressed biscuits on the ground with his hands and tore the packaging hard, but his hands couldn't use the strength.

His eyes drifted towards the mutated fish in the stream, and the hunger in Lin Youhe's stomach surged up again.

He forced himself to get up and ran into the stream, grabbed a mutant fish with both hands, opened his mouth and bit the mutated fish's soft belly covered in fine scales, and with one bite, not only bit the fish's belly, but also scratched the fish's scales. Oral cavity.

Blood flowed out from Lin Youhe's mouth and dripped on the ground and grass.

Little Fatty Orange opened his mouth and bit Lin Youhe's hand and cried softly: "Meow..."

The mutated fish that was half eaten by Lin Youhe struggled and opened its mouth full of sharp teeth to bite Lin Youhe, but Lin Youhe broke its jaw.

Lin Youhe, whose hunger had subsided, felt that his body temperature had risen a lot, and the pain in his mouth was nothing.

Tear out the intestines from the mutated fish's belly, take a big bite, and throw it to Fat Orange.

The fish intestines were sprinkled in the water, and the fish swarmed up to eat them all.

The blood melted in the water, leaving only the remaining tissues of some small mutated fish floating.

He picked up a handful of water and wiped his face. The cold water finally made Lin Youhe feel a little chilly. He shrank, but he turned to look at Fatty Orange, who was still chewing the meat on the fish bones, and his eyes became much gentler.

He touched Chubby Chubby’s fur.

Little Fatty Ju sat on the ground and rubbed Lin Youhe's palm, then walked around the fish bones and touched the water with his paws.

Lin Youhe looked at the mutated fish at the bottom of the water, and then at the fish bones that he had eaten up. They were probably edible, right?

After thinking this, Lin Youhe reached into the cold water again and grabbed a mutant fish again.

This time, Lin Youhe did not use his teeth directly. Instead, he pulled out the already curled dagger and disemboweled the mutated fish and shaved its cheeks.

After washing it, Lin Youhe hung the fish on his backpack with a rope, then picked up Little Ju and walked forward again.

Along the way, Lin Youhe could see the marks made by Lin Youshuang, each of his charred handprints, printed on the tree trunks.

Following the handprints, Lin Youhe came to a road that was blocked by various mutated trees, with several incomplete footprints left on it.

But he couldn't see how many people were on the other side. Lin Youhe knelt down and looked carefully, comparing Lin Youshuang's footprints.

But it seems that the footprints of several people have disappeared here.

After looking around, I found that there were no traces, as if several people had disappeared out of thin air.

Walking to the side and sitting on the raised asphalt road, Lin Youhe pressed his temples.

As soon as he sat down, the dull pain in his head hit him again, but Lin Youhe had no choice but to stand up again and stand next to a tree for support.

The pain subsided slightly, and Little Fatty Orange rubbed Lin Youhe's leg, biting Lin Youhe's trouser leg and pulling back.

He lowered his body and picked up Little Fatty Orange, and wiped the blood stains on the kitten's face: "Look, your face is covered in blood."

He rummaged through his pockets and took out a pack of wet wipes. He took out one and wiped the stains on the kitten's face and the mud on its feet. One person and one cat were like beggars.

Fatty Orange struggled and shook his head, grabbed Lin Youhe's hand, jumped out of Lin Youhe's arms, and circled on the asphalt road where the footprints disappeared.

He lowered his head and sniffed the ground, then got into a bush and took out an earring.

Vomited in front of Lin Youhe.

Lin Youhe bent down to pick up the earring and recognized it at a glance. It was her gift to Lin Youshuang.

In this case, it means that Lin Youshuang had nothing to do and successfully left the forest. There may be senior personnel from the base acting together with Lin Youshuang.

And he successfully got on a helicopter dispatched by the base to rescue him.

Lin Youhe lowered his eyelashes with a sigh of relief, his cold body trembling slightly, and picked up Little Fatty Orange: "Let's go... back to the base..."

Fingers stroked the soft hair of Little Ju, feeling thirsty in his mouth. He took out the prepared water glass, raised his head and drank the water in one gulp.

Completely ignoring the water she and Fatty Orange would use next.

The thirst in his throat was relieved a little, but Lin Youhe's steps were frivolous, walking deeper and deeper outside the forest.

The unkempt face and blood-stained mud look very much like those half-living and half-dead zombies.