Chapter fifty-seven blood seeping through the cracks
Bi Fang took off his hat to hear more clearly.
Xuehua rushed in and squinted his eyes. Bi Fang closed his eyes slightly, opened them and looked at the woods in the distance silently, with a serious expression.
Listening to this news, the audience felt as if grass was growing in their hearts.
【It feels...like it's true.】
[This blizzard won’t give Fang Shen hallucinations, right? I heard that people who are freezing to death will have hallucinations. 】
[How is it possible? Didn’t you do push-ups just now? Isn’t it just that the noise of the wind is too scary? 】
[Yeah, it’s scary to hear this rumor. 】
Bi Fang looked at the barrage and didn't care. He was very sure that he heard it right. There was indeed a strange noise just now, and it was very much like a car horn.
After all, only the whistle can be so penetrating, cutting through the wind and snow, allowing him to hear it.
There's probably someone in front of you!
"No, no matter whether it's true or false, I have to go and see."
Bi Fang firmly believed in his judgment. He stood up from his snow nest, put on his hat again, braved the wind and snow, and staggered towards the direction of the sound.
Seeing that the anchor was so determined, the audience in front of the screen suddenly became uncertain. Listening to the rumblings, it seemed that there was someone on the opposite side, and they started barraging to persuade him to stay.
After all, there are many fans here who have been waiting for this live broadcast for half a month. No matter what, they watched the cover trailer of Langya TV for three days before waiting for this live broadcast, and it ended in less than two days.
Already?
The foreplay is so long and the process is so short, no one can bear it!
【Are you about to be rescued?】
[Why is it so fast this time? It’s only about ten chapters into a novel, right? Where’s the climax? You’re going to throw yourself off the street like this! No one will read it next time!]
[Yeah, I haven’t finished watching it yet! Isn’t this too hasty? 】
[It would be great if Fang Shen heard wrongly.]
【That's right, it's better to hear the wrong one. 】
Why don't these people expect him to order well?
Bi Fang was a little depressed, but he still explained: "Don't worry, even if you do meet someone, there is a high probability that they will be killed. I can't tell who will save whom."
He raised his head and pointed at the sky: "Just look at the weather, who in the right mind would come out at this time? And he also tries to make a sound of a certain frequency? Isn't this a disaster?"
After hearing Bi Fang's explanation, the audience finally understood.
That seems to be the case!
Except for a bold artist like Bifang, who would dare to point this out? Isn’t this looking for death?
【666, Go out to the wilderness to survive, but end up saving others by the way? 】
[This wave, this wave is asking for help instead of saving people!]
[If this saves people, wouldn’t it be completely famous? The news will report it, right?]
[Look at the popularity of the live broadcast room. It’s already over half a million. Isn’t that called famous? 】
[That is different. Now I am only famous in the live broadcast circle. If I save someone, it will be on the news, but the whole country will know about it. It is different!]
After descending the snow slope, Bifang entered the woods. He tightened the brim of his hat and headed in the direction he had remembered before.
"The wind is so strong that I can still hear the sound, so the other party shouldn't be very far away from us, maybe only two to three hundred meters, or even shorter."
Stepping on the thick snow, Bi Fang leaned forward and braved the storm. The footprints left by his front feet were filled by the flying snow on his back feet.
Man cannot leave any footprints under the power of nature.
As the distance increased, a clear whistle suddenly sounded through the snow forest, and now everyone heard it.
[Damn, there really is a car!]
[Holy shit, Fang Shen’s ears are so good, aren’t they? 】
[Can the car drive in such thick snow? Not to mention the tires, the gasoline is frozen, right? 】
"If it is an ordinary car, it will definitely not work, but I think this car is probably equipped with triangular crawlers to be able to move forward on such thick snow, and the freezing point of gasoline is actually very low, usually at minus 35 degrees.
It will solidify, and it is diesel that is easy to freeze, and the other party should have added antifreeze."
"Since the other person is so professional, he is probably a local or a forest ranger, but no matter what, we have to go and have a look now."
Bi Fang explained and then continued forward. After another hundred meters, a beam of light lit up in the forest, penetrating the vast snow.
just in front!
The audience's spirits were shaken, and Bi Fang also quickened his pace, and soon climbed up a snow slope.
But as soon as they poked their heads out and saw the situation clearly, the audience was stunned. The situation was exactly as Bifang expected.
It was a severely damaged off-road vehicle, and its entire body was in tatters. It was hard not to wonder whether it had been rolled in a washing machine before its death.
A large tree with a diameter of more than 30 centimeters hit the roof of the car, completely destroying the originally strong frame. Two of the four doors were missing, and black smoke was billowing from the front hood of the car.
.
[Holy shit, so powerful? Is this car broken? Can the people inside still survive? 】
【It’s really a tracked vehicle.】
[It’s snowing, what are these people doing out here? Isn’t this looking for death?]
[You can’t say that. If Fang Shen hadn’t been very experienced, who would have thought that there would be a snowstorm? And he didn’t have any preparation at all.]
Bi Fang quickly climbed over the slope and came to the car. As soon as he got closer, he heard screams.
On the snow not far away, a middle-aged man was being pressed by the car door, howling in pain. When he saw Bifang, he seemed to have seen a savior and quickly stretched out his hand.
"Quick, help me, help me!"
Bi Fang immediately put the drone aside, stepped forward and lifted off the already shattered car door, while the man was still screaming.
He glanced up and down and found a huge gash on the man's right leg, with blood dripping down his trouser leg.
Through the first-person perspective, the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be facing this hideous wound personally, and they could not bear to look directly at it.
【This is too tragic...】
【It feels so painful.】
[Nonsense, didn’t you see that you were screaming in pain? 】
【poor thing.】
Seeing that the wound was still bleeding, Bi Fang quickly took out his belt and prepared to strangle the blood vessel to stop the bleeding, but as soon as he touched the wound, the man screamed heartbreakingly.
"Hey! Look at me, look at me, don't look down!"
Bi Fang stared into the man's eyes and shouted over and over again until the man turned his attention away from the wound and tightened the belt sharply!
A scream penetrated the blizzard and resounded throughout the forest.
The man was crying, and under the low temperature, it quickly condensed into ice paste on his face. The severe pain made his facial features distorted to the point where he couldn't even look like a human being: "I can't move, my legs can't move, my
I can’t even move my hands, ah!”
While tightening the belt, Bi Fang looked into the man's eyes and said, "Don't worry, it's a good thing to feel pain. It means your thigh nerve is not damaged and your legs can still be used!"
"Is...a good thing?"
"Yes, is there any other bleeding?"
"I don't know, I don't feel it either."
Seeing that the man's bleeding had temporarily stopped, Bifang dragged him to a big tree to lean against. But as soon as he left, the man tried his best to hold on to his clothes.
"Don't go, don't leave me!"
"I'll be back soon, calm down, okay?" Bi Fang held down the man's hand, comforted him a little, and walked through the snow to the front of the cab.
In the cab, the airbag had long since dried up, and a young man was squeezed by the twisted car body on the steering wheel, unable to move. When he saw Bifang, a bitter smile appeared on his frost-covered face.
"There are actually people who really thought they were going to die this time."
"If you meet me, you won't die."
The car door was not crushed shut. Bifang gritted his teeth and pulled it open with difficulty, then pulled the young man out from the side. He was shocked when he looked at his hand holding the steering wheel.
The young man's fingers were hooked and unable to be stretched out, almost deformed. This must be the result of holding the steering wheel all the time in the freezing cold. He must have been the one who honked the horn earlier.
"Your hands are already frozen. If you continue like this, I'm afraid they will die," Bi Fang said.
But when the young man heard this, he didn't care about himself. Instead, he raised his arm tremblingly and pointed it at the co-pilot, which was the most severely damaged part of the entire vehicle.
"No, look at the person next to me first. I see he is bleeding a lot. Please save him first!"
Following the young man's arm, Bifang looked over, but his view was blocked by the airbag in the passenger compartment, but he could see clearly under the car.
It was a large puddle of sticky black blood, dripping down the crack of the door, and the snow under the car had already turned black and red.