Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 131 Weakness (XVI)
The flame was burning on the stick, and when it was about to "climb" to his fingers, Zhou Hui threw the firewood back into the fire with sweat dripping from his forehead, then turned around, and washed his face vigorously in the clear and somewhat cold river, Only then did he calm down.

Although he can occasionally see the plot of burning wounds in movies, even in "Survival on a Deserted Island", he still feels that there is an element of acting in it. Just imagining it, he was already sweating and flinched stand up.

He took out the mineral water bottle with the flat cloth strips in it, unscrewed the cap, randomly picked up a thin wooden stick from the ground, and fiddled with it for a while, until all the cloth strips came out.

After getting it out, Zhou Hui limped, carefully picked up some short wooden sticks suitable for making torches around, took out some hemp twine from his pocket, and restored the sticks on the spot.

Then he restored four fire-resistant torches.

After another period of time, Zhou Hui continued to check the injury on his leg, and found that the fuzzy white pus had increased a little more, and it didn't come out very quickly, but it seemed that it would never stop coming out.

Zhou Hui cleaned in the river again, and then even carefully punctured some pus and blood in the river, so that some of the blood inside could flow out!
Zhou Hui frowned with sweat, carefully broke the last blood spot, and then quickly washed it away with river water.

He didn't know if such a method would work, but he could only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor...

Finally, one of the torches was lit.

Standing in the woods, he kicks a tree with his left foot, his legs form a T-shape with the trunk, and holds a torch in his left hand.

Looking at the hot temperature on his left hand, Zhou Hui moved his throat tremblingly, but he didn't approach the wound under his leg for a long time. After a long time, the left hand holding the torch also trembled slowly, so the flame also jumped up .

Really, really want to do this...

But it hurts!
Pain is better than real death.

The important thing is that it is already infected, is it really useful to do this...

In this way, Zhou Hui maintained this posture, his chest rose and fell violently from time to time, and slowly calmed down at other times, but the hand holding the torch remained rigid until it trembled.

I don't know how long it has been...

……

"Ah..."

There was a scream in the woods that was suppressed in such pain that the voice was a little distorted.

Next to a tree, Zhou Hui still maintained his previous posture, but the difference was that he lowered his head, his whole body was shaking abnormally, a large amount of sweat was beaded from his forehead, and when he raised his head, tears were streaming down his face. The eye sockets are spinning, one eye is squeezed, one eyelid is throbbing, and even the tears are trembling, like sweat beads, they will fall out of class at any time.

Zhou Hui gritted his teeth tightly, his pale face was a little distorted, and he was sweating at some point, so he looked even paler.

The torch was still on the side as if it had never been moved, but the left hand was trembling in pain, even the flame of the torch was trembling, and the tongue of the flame kept beating.

After a long time, Zhou Hui suddenly opened his mouth, lowered his head and let out a big mouthful of hot air. As his body trembled and slowly stopped, a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead, rolled over his nose, rolled over his face, and finally to the corner of the mouth.

After a while, Zhou Hui said to himself in a sleepy tone mixed with pain:
"This... operation is really not something ordinary people can afford..."

Of course, the wound didn't burn right away. Yue felt that he just put the torch under the wound just now, and let the tongue of flame dance on the wound for at most four seconds, and even less than three seconds, he couldn't stand it anymore and took the flame away desperately. , even so, he trembled for a while before he initially recovered.

When his eyes turned to the flame again, Zhou Hui no longer had the usual hot feeling. He only felt that the flame was the scariest thing. All he could think of was the feeling of the flame sticking tightly to his skin and burning relentlessly just now...

He has developed a fear of fire.

After taking off his leg and resting for a while, Zhou Hui was about to "disinfect" the wound again. When he burned it, his left leg trembled and refused to lift it up again.

It took a lot of effort for Zhou Hui to overcome his basic fear and lift up, kicking on the tree trunk, but when the flame burned again and slowly approached his legs, his whole body trembled, so the flame no longer approached the wound one cent.

In this way, he maintained this position for a long time... Then he slammed the torch against the wound!
"what--!"

Zhou Hui's pale face twisted in an instant, and he paused for a second before letting out a twisted scream that seemed to be suppressed, which echoed in the woods for a short time.

This time it lasted four seconds.

The torch was no longer taken away, but thrown away. As soon as Zhou Hui let go, he couldn't stop moving backwards away from the tree, fell backwards, and fell to the ground.

But even when he fell to the ground because of the pain, he didn't dare to let his legs touch the grass, so he lifted his feet up to the sky and trembled all over.

This time, not to mention sweating on his forehead and screaming in pain, he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He fell on the grass and his whole body was shaking non-stop, as if he was lying in a world of ice and snow.

I really have no strength at all...

But a few minutes later, Zhou Hui slowly got up again, picked up the torch tremblingly, and forced himself to walk towards the tree with great effort. His right eyelid was beating close to the tree, and he continued to lift his foot to touch it, collapsing. He raised the torch vigorously and approached tremblingly.

The third time, he couldn't take it anymore after only two seconds. He roared loudly and fell backwards with the flames. He even touched the torch on his leg before he was thrown away like crazy. Zhou Hui screamed His face was pale and flushed, and when he stopped, his complexion immediately turned pale and sweat flowed out.

After an unknowingly long time, Zhou Hui came to the river with a real limp this time, washed his face with cool water with blurred vision, and even almost fell headlong into it because of the exhaustion and intense exhaustion after the pain. in the river.

Then came the fourth time, the fifth time...

In fact, I don't know how long it took, but Zhou Hui only felt that an hour should have passed, but in fact, a century or so had passed in his heart...

When he smelled it carefully, he could smell burnt legs and even a little fragrance, so he stopped this self-mutilation behavior and threw the almost burnt wooden stick into the river, "Zi "Pull" and it went out.

Maybe there was such a voice, but Zhou Hui didn't hear it, because now he can't stand up anymore, his palms are rubbing down against the tree trunk, his waist is distorted, and his whole body is shivering from cold to hot, especially his left leg. , shaking unnaturally from time to time.

His vision was blurred by sweat or tears, and the voice he could hear was also blurred. Zhou Hui raised his head, suppressed the urge to fall to the ground, give up on himself, and growl loudly, and limped to the river. Trembling, he picked up a palm of river water and splashed it on his pale and lifeless face.

(End of this chapter)