Global Games: Comes with a portable store

The cold... stings the bone marrow.

Suddenly awakened, Su Changxing took a breath of hot air, raised his head and looked around, and a white world appeared in front of his eyes.

"Is this snow?"

He looked at the white substance covering his hands, which was flowing under the temperature of his skin.

My hands and feet were so cold that I almost lost consciousness, but I could barely move.

"Is this an abyss?"

He took a brief look at the surrounding environment, and he couldn't believe that this was the legendary abyss, a place where even gods would fall into.

Very ordinary, ordinary cannot be more ordinary...

The road has been in disrepair for a long time, and most of the exposed yellow paint has peeled off. The ground has sunk, and cracks have appeared, which are filled with white snow.

He stood up from the ground shakily, feeling heavy. He was only wearing a T-shirt and a thin jacket, and the cold almost numbed his consciousness.

I have to get out of here and find a warm place.

This is an ordinary world, and he seems to be an ordinary mortal now. He cannot feel the existence of any extraordinary energy, and his body functions are also quite weak.

Ignoring other problems for now, the biggest problem before him is that he is about to freeze to death.

Holding his shoulders with both hands and curling up his upper body, he staggered forward along the road, aimlessly, just looking for a place to take shelter from the wind and snow.

After walking a short distance, Su Changxing felt that his physical strength could not keep up, his throat was dry, as if it was smoking, and he was breathing heavily.

He grabbed a handful of snow from a relatively clean spot on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it constantly and wet his throat with ice water to feel better.

Even though his physical strength was exhausted, he still walked forward firmly step by step. Although he had a mortal body, his will was different from that of an ordinary person.

Faced with this situation, he had no choice but to pray in his heart for a place to rest in front of him so that he could slow down. This weak body was about to reach its limit.

Such a limit is really a physical limit. Once it is exceeded, death may be waiting for him.

He doesn't quite know what kind of state he is in now, and what will happen if he dies here?

Is this an abyss?

He was very doubtful about this problem and did not notice any abnormalities in this world. It seemed to be the most ordinary and normal world.

But this kind of normality seems abnormal. Almost all worlds have extraordinary energy, but the extraordinary energy here is in a vacuum state and cannot be felt at all.

As he was thinking about it, his thoughts became confused. He lost his footing and fell into the snow. His little foot hit the gravel and scratched the wound, causing burning pain.

This kind of pain constantly stimulated his nerves, it was extremely real, as if he was a weak mortal.

Su Changxing climbed up from the ground tremblingly again, ignoring the wounds on his feet, as the pain gradually weakened due to the cold.

As he walked, the road disappeared, and he didn't know where it disappeared. He couldn't see clearly because it was covered in wind and snow, and he only felt that the surrounding mountains and forests had become denser.

After a long time, all aspects of the body's functions dropped to an extreme, his vision became blurred, his movements became slower than before, and some unreal illusions even appeared in front of him.

But he still didn't stop, and continued to walk forward step by step, leaving a clear line of footprints, gradually molding into the lake in the wind and snow.

Phew~

Phew~

The sound of the cold wind filled his head, and his vision was filled with white.

After falling to the ground again, Su Changxing waited for more than ten seconds before getting up from the ground and continuing to walk forward.

Just when he thought he was about to die, he saw a small house in the wind and snow, as if he was seeing a street light in the dark night.

He speeded up slightly and walked over step by step. The window was molded into a lake and covered with a layer of white frost. He could vaguely see the scene inside. The door was closed but not locked.

, he put his hand on it and pushed it away easily.

Bang~

After closing the door heavily, the wind and snow were isolated from the outside. The world suddenly became quiet, and the light that was not bright came through the window, making it appear dim.

The temperature inside the room was obviously much higher than outside. Su Changxing felt a burst of warmth and strong sleepiness, accompanied by thirst and hunger.

"It's really bad enough."

He whispered, sat down against the wall, took off his snow-covered coat, closed his eyes and rested.

At this moment, he actually felt a rare peace. Although the situation was very bad, he seemed to be truly alive.

Su Changxing did not really fall asleep. In his current state, he might not be able to get up once he fell asleep. After all, his clothes were covered with snow and the temperature in the room was not high, so he would freeze to death.

The sound of the wind can still be heard in the house, but it is much quieter, and the windows also creak.

He rested against the wall like this for more than an hour. He felt better and got up from the ground, leaving water stains on the floor.

This is a small house with a stove on one side, felled wood stacked in the other corner, a few books on the wall shelves, and a simple wooden chair, but nothing else.

This was probably a place used by people as a temporary resting place, and the owner would not mind someone who was about to die coming to take a temporary shelter.

Su Changxing walked to the shelf and looked carefully to see if he could find anything to eat or drink. His body was in urgent need of food and water, otherwise he would still be dead.

He opened the first drawer below, and inside there was only a pen and a yellowed diary, which was obviously old.

Then, he opened the second drawer, hoping that there might be something to eat in it. When he opened it, he found that there was nothing in it, only half a box of matches and a stack of old newspapers.

Then.

He opened the third drawer again, and it seemed that in response to his expectations, there was actually food in it, some snacks, probably the owner of the room had left them here and forgot to take them away, a granola bar and a bag of potato chips.

, and a can of orange-flavored drink "Suda".

"What good luck." Su Changxing couldn't help but sigh, and immediately picked it up. He was already extremely thirsty, his throat was almost smoking, and his voice was hoarse.

card~

He opened the drink and took a big sip. He felt a sense of relief all over his body and swore that this was the best orange-flavored drink he had ever tasted.

After taking a sip, he stopped. The water was too cold. If he drank too much at once, it would irritate his stomach. His body couldn't bear any more accidents now. It was very fragile. Maybe it would happen accidentally.

Die in this dark cabin.

Then he opened the granola bar, chewed half of it in his mouth, opened the second drawer, took out matches and newspapers, and walked toward the stove.

The stove had obviously been used not long ago, and there was still charcoal left in it.

Su Changxing tried to light the match, but his fingers were frozen stiff and fell to the ground. He picked it up and tried again before lighting it.

The yellow flame lit up in the dim room, and he felt warm, although only a little.

The match was not damp and could be lit, which was great news. For him now, he probably couldn't find any other way to light a fire.

Su Changxing tore the newspaper into small strips to serve as tinder, picked up small pieces of firewood from the stove and stacked them among them, and then sprinkled the small strips of newspaper on top.

While lighting the match and lighting the newspaper, he gently fanned it with the newspaper. The fire spread from the newspaper to the firewood... and then went out.

Su Changxing was stunned for a moment, then carefully checked the cause and found that some of the firewood was damp.

He had no choice but to walk to the corner, squat down and carefully select relatively dry small pieces of firewood. The cold made his hands freeze and his movements became slow and inflexible.

After tinkering like this for more than ten minutes, he started to light the fire again. He also tore the newspapers into small strips and sprinkled them on the piled fire.

Put the firewood on the fire, light the newspaper with a match, and the fire will suddenly rise.

This time it finally succeeded.