Years: Salted fish life since going to the countryside.

Chapter 737 The train roars past
"I feel like that kid is quite angry with me."

"Oh."

"Haha. By the way, what do you think of what happened a few days ago?"

After Han Li woke up, he sat up and shook his head, feeling that nothing had happened. He turned on the lantern and looked at his watch. It was one o'clock in the morning. He got up and sat in front of the fire pit and added some firewood to make the fire burn more vigorously.

He took out the pot and boiled water and started to cook for himself. While waiting for the water to boil, he checked how many towering trees he had included in the decomposition space this time before he could experience the dizziness, headache, and... Nausea is a combination of symptoms.

One hundred? A hundred big trees will make you unable to survive? How do you calculate your mental power?
Although the diameter of these trees is more than one meter, which adds up to a hundred meters, the number of dead trees I usually pick up in the mountains far exceeds this number.

Is this because the density of the two is different? Or are living trees and dead trees different in nature?
Han Li, who couldn't understand, felt depressed and took out a cigarette from the decomposition space. He lit it with the burning wood in the fire pit and took a long puff. He choked and coughed several times before throwing it into the fire.

Han Li already knew very well how to expand the range of spiritual power, that is, to find like-minded people, let nature take its course, and have in-depth communication with them to increase the range to a certain extent based on the specific situation of the other party.

With the continuous support of many like-minded friends, Han Li's mental power now covers a range of 44.5 meters. This distance is enough in this era when there are few cars and no need to go to the battlefield.

Moreover, Han Li doesn't care much about the range of mental power that he rarely uses. The most important thing is that he doesn't like the feeling of omniscience after using up his mental power. This will gradually make his psychology unbalanced and lose his ability. A lot of the joy of life that was meant to be.

If this happens normally, it's fine. At worst, I'll fall asleep. But what if it's dangerous? Then he would become someone who specializes in giving away people's heads!
And will a state like his be restored after enough sleep? Or is it that it doesn’t matter if you sleep or not, just like the settings of some games, it will automatically return to full mana the next day? If this is the case, can he use this to make a time difference in the future? (Bug).

The two little owls were also great. They caught two unknown birds for Han Li, a mouse, and a nobleman from the mouse family, which was the Siberian flying squirrel that Han Li had seen that day. Unfortunately, this mouse The middle nobleman was almost dead when he was captured, and in the end he could only end up in the belly of the little owl.

At this time, Han Li looked at his watch and it was only 3:30 in the morning. He still had about an hour before he got up to practice, and more than two hours before dawn.

I mustered up my energy to check what was going on around me, opened the door of the cellar, and let out the two little owls who had been fed. I only walked out after receiving a safety warning.

Also, what is the quality of the consumption of blue bars? Or quantity? Han Li believed that it was related to both of these points, but he didn't have any testing items of uniform quality, and he didn't want to endure that uncomfortable feeling again, so he felt a little depressed.

When he was full, his worries were gone. This was how Han Li was feeling now. He rubbed his belly and sat comfortably in front of the fire pit, thinking that the chili pepper and aniseed ingredients in the stew were a little less this time, so as not to give away the fishy smell of the hare. Completely suppressed, as for the matter of mental power, he has been thrown into the corner of his mind.

Five hills may not sound too far away, but some are big and some are small, some are easy to climb and some are difficult to climb, so Han Li walked for a whole day to climb three hills today.

An ordinary person would probably lie down and take a nap, but Han Li clearly didn't want to waste time. When he took out some animal offal to feed the two little owls, he checked the firearms and various javelins, and then removed the contents from the cellar. All collected.

It would be too painful if you had to rely on the combined symptoms of dizziness, headache, and nausea to remind you that you were out of blue.

Han Li had not let go of those big trees, especially the huge red pine trees, from the beginning today. However, in order to prevent the situation like yesterday, he stopped collecting 80 trees in the morning. By noon, he felt good and energetic. Collected 50 pieces.

Han Li sighed again when he thought of this. This metaphor was probably fine, but unfortunately he didn't have a game panel, so he didn't know when the blue bars would be exhausted.

However, his harvest today was quite good, including four pheasants, three hares, one fox, and a group of wild boars. Unfortunately, there was not enough time to lay traps and traps, and there were too many trees in the forest, so no matter whether it was a firearm or a javelin, None of them were easy to use, and in the end he only harvested three.

At this time, Han Li didn't know why he suddenly remembered the settings in the games he had played in his previous life. If his mental power were placed in the game, it should be regarded as MP (blue bar) that can represent spells, magic, and Taoism, right?
Then my physical fitness should be the blood bar in the game. But with my increasingly strong body, how long should the blood bar be?

At this time, the rice stewed on the fire pit was also ready. Han Li was able to turn his depression into enough food and ate 3 pheasants, 1 hare, a pot full of chicken and rabbit stewed together, and the last thing in the decomposition space. A few sesame seed cakes, but in the end I felt like they were not enough and ate two more red sausages.

I turned around, cleaned up the cellar, looked for the location of the North Star, and started today's trip.

Han Li went out to collect big trees, and also to feel the upper limit of his mental power. If he wanted to avoid suffering from this in the future, it was the best way to find out the situation now.

In addition to boosting his mental strength, Han Li also told the two little owls to always be alert to the surrounding situation.

From this point, it can be seen that his mental power is consumed and slowly recovers, but it recovers faster when sleeping. If there is no such thing, it will automatically return to full mana the next day. If you want to get stuck in this bug It's not possible anymore.

Han Li raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky. The aurora he wanted to see still didn't appear today. In addition to the howling cold wind, there were the sounds of nocturnal creatures in the distance.

But what is the capacity of mental power? I can't see it, I can't touch it, I don't know how deep it is.

When Han Li saw that the sky was almost dark, he stopped moving forward. He found a suitable place on the mountainside where he would spend the night today, made all the beds and firepits inside, lit a fire, and boiled water. He went out.

Moreover, he had read many novels in his previous life that said that draining the mental power (blue bars) could increase the upper limit. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he wanted to try it.

This time, Han Li started to slow down after collecting 80 big trees in one breath. After that, he would feel his own situation every time he collected one. It wasn't until he collected 90 big trees that he felt his head start to feel a little heavy. .

At this time, Han Li looked at the tree trunks behind him, gritted his teeth and began to continue collecting, but his speed slowed down a lot again. At this time, every time a big tree was collected into the decomposition space, he would feel dizzy and have a headache. The nausea syndrome is getting a little worse.

When I collected 98 pills, the symptoms were already very obvious. When I collected a hundred pills, I felt the same as yesterday. Han Li worked hard and collected two more. The syndrome hit him like an overwhelming force. He forced himself back into the cellar, closed the door, lit the lantern, and added enough firewood to the firepit. He used I lay down and fell asleep faster than yesterday.

Han Li opened his eyes again and looked at his watch. The time was still around one o'clock in the morning. He shook his head. The feeling from yesterday had completely disappeared.

I felt that my current physical condition was the same as before, and then I thought about the splitting headache, dizziness, and feeling more nauseating than drinking two kilograms of fake wine yesterday.
Han Li sighed involuntarily, thinking that the settings in the novel were indeed lies. If he repeated it a few more times, he didn't know whether the upper limit of his mental power could be raised, but he would probably suffer from something like misogyny. aspects of mental illness.

Han Li complained fiercely in his heart, got up and started to add firewood for cooking, and used this opportunity to wash himself up.

After eating and feeding the two little owls, Han Li set off towards the Big Dipper again, harvesting while continuing to move towards the railway.

When it was almost noon, Han Li heard the sound of a train roaring past, which made his feet move much faster. , when we arrived at the railway, it was only about two o'clock in the afternoon.

Han Li didn't know when the next train would come, and he also didn't know what the speed of Lao Maozi's train was now.

If the speed of the train was similar to that of domestic trains pulling goods, he would be confident that he could get on it by taking advantage of the terrain. But if the speed was too fast, then his behavior of trying to get on the train would be similar to seeking death.

So Han Li broke down a dozen wooden boards and wrote on them in Russian the words "Danger is ahead, slow down."

Han Li placed one every few hundred meters, and used tree trunks to mount them high, facing west, so that the train driver would always have a plank to stop him as long as he was not blind.

After Han Li finished placing all the wooden boards, he settled in an abandoned railway maintenance worker's hut nearby, cleaned it up, and blocked the air leakage areas with wooden boards.

While cooking, he teased the two little owls. Their silly, unresponsive look made Han Li laugh.

The day after Han Li filled his stomach, it was completely dark, and no train came from the direction of Lake Baikal.

Han Li couldn't rest in this situation, and using firewood for heating was too dazzling, so he replaced the firewood with charcoal, sat by the fire with two owls in his arms, and read with a flashlight to pass the time.

However, Han Li used his clothes to cover up the light from the flashlight. He looked like those children who get into bed at home and secretly read extracurricular books with a flashlight.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock in the evening that the roar of the train was heard from the west.

This made Han Li feel nervous. He put everything into the decomposition space, covered the fire with earth, stuffed the two little owls into his arms, and then walked out of the dilapidated hut and waited.

The sound of the train got closer and louder, and then there was the sound of the huge steel beast braking.

"Okay, this train driver has pretty good eyesight."

This was a freight train. When the train driver and several others got off the train, cursing and inspecting the train, Han Li had already climbed onto one of the trains with the help of darkness.

This train was selected by Han Li in advance. Before he got on the train, he used his mental energy to observe it and found that most of the train's trains were loaded with coal and ore. Only this train was loaded with sausages, Sweets, cheese and canned goods of all kinds.

Han Li was now like a mouse falling into a rice vat. He took out the sausage and took a bite and found that it tasted pretty good. It had a slight smoky flavor, the casing was crispy, and the meat filling was smooth. It should be the unique bacon here in Lao Maozi. The sausage actually tastes similar to the current Harbin sausage.

The candy is "Big Head Baby", which is a candy produced in 65. It has a delicate texture, rich milk aroma, and a slightly stronger taste than White Rabbit.

The cheese is just like that, there are no brands on the boxes.

Just put away all the sausages, all the candies, and half the cheese. Han Li didn't take anything like the canned food.

After everything was done, Han Li sat on the canned box and thanked Lao Maozi for his management methods. Their rule was to transport all the materials to the capital, and then distribute them in the capital before sending them to all parts of the country. If not for this, he would still be here today. There may not be such a gain.

The train was fast. Han Li sat on it and felt the speed of the train while eating bacon.

When the time came to twelve o'clock in the evening, the speed of the train began to slow down. Needless to say, it must have arrived at the station ahead.

Han Li, who had emptied most of the train, didn't dare to wait for the train to arrive at the station before getting off, so he jumped off when the train was about the same speed.

Although Han Li's skills were quite good, and he used his mental strength to check the road conditions before jumping off the train, he still underestimated the inertia of the train, or he was fooled by some clips in the movie.

The moment Han Li's feet touched the ground, his two long legs began to toss desperately. Even so, he was unable to withstand the inertia brought by the train. This inertia caused his body to collapse when his legs could not move over. He fell to the ground involuntarily and rolled forward for more than ten times before he came to a stop.

After all, Han Li was different from ordinary people. He protected his vitals the moment he fell to the ground. Coupled with his long-term practice of resisting blows, the dozen or so turns did not cause any harm to him, but he I can’t get rid of the clothes and shoes I’m wearing.

But now Han Li didn't bother to check his own situation. He relied on the inertia of the last lap of the roll to stand up, and with the force of his legs, he jumped directly into the ditch next to the railway.
(End of this chapter)