Surviving Endless Disasters

In the desert during the day, the sand underfoot is scalding hot, and the stones with higher specific heat capacity than sand are even hotter.

Wen Zheng didn't want his hands to be burned, so he didn't dare to touch the already hot stones directly.

After finding a suitable place, Wen Zheng nodded with satisfaction and started to move.

At this time, the backpack that had been on his back finally came in handy. Wen Zheng put his hands inside the backpack and slowly piled up the larger stones through the thick backpack.

Under the increasingly fierce sunlight, Wen Zheng drank another sip of physical recovery potion and accelerated the speed of Wang Huo. The higher the temperature, the faster these activities consumed his physical strength. He had to complete the construction of the shelter as soon as possible.

After the busy excavation, the success was exchanged for a less difficult noon.

The shelter made of stones was not that high, but it was enough for a person to lie in it without touching the stones.

After removing the hot sand on the surface, Wen Zheng buried his whole body in the sand, with only his face exposed. He also covered his whole face with a headscarf, and only his eyes could see outside through the gaps in the stone.

The falling sunlight was blocked by the stones and sand. Wen Zheng lay quietly inside, without the energy to think, just practicing the cultivation method and waiting for the temperature to drop.

Wanting to have a good rest and avoid the high temperature at noon, Wen Zheng closed his eyes, and his tense mind relaxed, allowing him to slowly fall asleep, not noticing that the danger was gradually approaching.

Chapter 125 Wen Zheng, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up. The experience of so many worlds gave him a premonition of danger, and the nerves in his brain were tense.

With his eyes tightly closed and his ears catching the sound outside, it was the sound of sand rubbing against each other, and it was getting closer and closer to him.

Sand fish? Wen Zheng denied this idea. The speed of the animal approaching him was obviously different from that of the sand fish. This sound reminded Wen Zheng of a snake.

There are many kinds of poisonous snakes and scorpions in the desert. Some of them are extremely poisonous. If you are bitten or stung by them, you can only wait for death in the desert.

Wen Zheng did not dare to move, for fear of disturbing the creatures approaching him.

The stone shelter used to block the sun hindered his actions at this time. He had to be sure enough to move.

Holding the dagger beside him tightly in his right hand, Wen Zheng listened nervously to the approaching sound, and his legs and arms were tense.

It was at this time.

With a clever wrist force, the dagger flew out of his hand and stabbed diagonally into the ground outside the shelter.

At the same time, Wen Zheng stretched out his legs buried in the sand and kicked the unstable stones away with his thick sand shoes.

After a backflip, Wen Zheng changed his position and in a blink of an eye his body broke away from the sand and stood on the sand.

A hissing sound came, and Wen Zheng, who did not relax, threw the backpack held in his left hand towards the place where the sound came from, and clearly felt the feeling of hitting something.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that what he threw out was a gray snake with a slender body, twisting its body in mid-air. The hissing sound was made by the friction between its scales, and there was a wound on the side of its body that was dripping blood.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Wen Zheng's hand just swung out, and his foot continued to move, kicking out a piece of stone scattered on the ground, and accurately landing on the venomous snake that had just fallen on the sand.

Sizzle... Then he heard the sound of skin and flesh being roasted, and Wen Zheng finally showed a relaxed expression and smiled: "Isn't it good to live well? You have to come to me, now you have become a roasted snake.

" After resolving the danger, Wen Zheng had time to think about other things.

Although a good sleep was disturbed by the venomous snake, the hottest period of time has passed.

After rubbing the dagger stained with snake blood in the sand for a few times, Wen Zheng walked to the venomous snake that had turned into a roasted snake, stabbed it again, and then moved the stone away with his feet.

The venomous snake was lying in the sand, dead as hell. After Wen Zheng identified the species of the snake, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

The snake was gray with white spots and more than six centimeters long. It was a very poisonous viper. If bitten, the toxin injected into the blood could take a person's life in just a few minutes.

If he had been unlucky just now and was bitten by this viper, Wen Zheng would have to spend points to buy antidote and trauma potions.

This time, not only did he save points to buy potions, he even had lunch.

He used a dagger to dig up the viper to remove its internal organs, and removed the fangs and venom sacs on its head. Wen Zheng found a few flat stones, cleaned the sand, and placed the cut snake meat slices on the stones.

As soon as the meat slices touched, there was a sizzling sound of the meat being roasted. The flat snake meat began to curl up on both sides and soon changed color.

The specific heat capacity of stone is much higher than that of sand. After being exposed to the scorching sun, the stone that absorbs enough heat has become a natural frying pan.

There are too many bacteria in the blood of snakes, so Wen Zheng dare not eat it raw. It is just right to roast it on the stone slab before eating.

Although there is no seasoning, it doesn’t taste very good, but it does replenish a lot of energy for the body.

Under the blue sky, Wen Zheng held a new cane made of dead wood in his hand, knocking on the ground while continuing to move forward.

Compared with the road ahead, Wen Zheng is now much more careful, slowing down his pace and looking ahead carefully.

Some desert animals are very smart and will hide in the sand or in the cracks of rocks, and suddenly attack when the prey arrives.

The purpose of hitting the stone with a cane is to alarm them in advance.

The sound is particularly obvious in the desert, so when the sound is different from the previous one, it arouses Wen Zheng's vigilance.

He retracted his gaze from the front and lowered his head to look at the thing that the cane had just hit. Under the cold moonlight, the thing was pale.

It was a bone.

Wen Zheng's pupils shrank, and he squatted down to dig out the bone buried in the sand.

This bone was smaller than half a palm, and Wen Zheng couldn't tell what it was for the time being. Wang Cui sat down to rest for a while and dug the surrounding sand with a cane.

Not long after, many bones of different sizes were placed in front of Wen Zheng, including a skull about the size of a palm, which was completely different from a human skull. It should be some kind of animal living in the desert.

After careful study for a moment, Wen Zheng carefully pieced together three foot bones, several leg bones and ribs, and the skull.

This is a small four-legged animal. After looking at all the bones, Wen Zheng determined the species of this animal. It should be a fennec fox living in the desert.

These bones are a little yellow, and there is no skin or flesh left on them. There are only gravels that have not been cleaned. It should have been dead for a long time.

The corpse of this fennec fox, which died at an unknown time, may have died from drought, sandstorms, other desert animals or humans, but these cannot explain anything and cannot bring any use to Wen Zheng.

If Wen Zheng came to the desert for tourism, he might take these bones out as souvenirs, but in this situation, these bones will only be a burden for him to move forward.

After resting for a while during the day, Wen Zheng's spirit recovered a lot. He dug a shallow sand pit and buried the bones in it, and then continued to move forward. On the way, he caught a lot of poisonous snakes and scorpions that were startled by the walking stick. After dealing with them, he put them in his backpack.

At the coldest time of the night, Wen Zheng finally didn't have to shiver and relied on walking to keep his body warm.

The heat absorbed by the stones during the day is not lost so quickly, so they are still warm even at night.