Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 420 [After being executed]

  After the igloo was completed, Fang Chang carried the two seriously injured people into it, and then became angry inside the igloo.

  The heat from the fire only melted the thin innermost layer of the igloo, and then the melted water was immediately frozen, forming a hard shell that was harder to melt. As a result, the snow house stabilized, and the space inside became warmer and warmer.

  On the bamboo bed next to each other, the person and demon rescued by Fang Chang also breathed long and powerfully, which proved that they had safely passed the stalemate period, and began to slowly recover from their injuries with the warm and safe welcome in the room.

  The wind is howling outside, and the ice and snow are rolling.

  It was around midnight that the snowstorm outside the igloo stopped.

  Fang Chang got out of the igloo and found that the outside had been severely changed by the blizzard just now. The places that were sunken were filled up, and the places that were flat were piled up with snow.

   Fortunately, the snow house was not affected too much due to the sheltered terrain next to it.

  In addition, the night sky in the extreme north is not monotonous.

  The night sky is not as dark as in the Central Plains. There are colorful auroras among the stars.

  The aurora flickers on and off, from deep to light, from green to rose red, and there are all kinds of colors; the aurora is like a ribbon, like an arch bridge, like cotton wool, like a curtain... There are various postures.

  It runs through the earth and the sky, changing and surging, reflecting the places where the line of sight is like a dream world.

  It's a pity that there are few people here, and those who are lucky enough to enjoy this natural wonder and have the leisure to enjoy it are hard to find.

  Fang Chang simply climbed to a high place next to him, sat in the cold wind, and looked up.

  In this long polar night, there will be no sunrise at all.

  He estimated the time, and waited until the early morning in the Central Plains before jumping down from a high place and looking around. However, this extreme northern land is very barren, and Fang Chang only found a little moss. There was the sound of water not far away. Fang Chang felt that there was a sea over there, and there should be a lot of food in it, but he didn't need to go there for the time being.

  Back to the snow house, Fang Chang took out a small pot from his backpack, put some large pieces of snow brought from outside into it, added firewood and boiled it. Then he threw in the moss he found, added some salt, and cooked a steaming pot of moss soup.

  Fang Chang tasted this pot of soup and felt that the taste was acceptable, but he couldn't compliment it. Instead of feeding them himself, he pointed out of the igloo.

   Two snowmen take shape from the outside and then walk in.

  The snowmen picked up the bowl and spoon next to them, filled some moss soup with a wooden spoon from the pot that had cooled down a bit, helped the two people on the bed up, and fed them the slightly nutritious soup.

   The man and the monster in a coma seemed to be touched, their lips parted, greedily sucking the moss soup.

  After eating the food, their complexions improved visibly with the naked eye, but they still couldn’t wake up because of this extraordinary person.

  Holding the hot soup, the snowman's hands were melting continuously, but the speed was not fast, and immediately the snow on his body moved over to fill the melted place. Therefore, the palm of the snowman still maintains its original shape and does not affect its function.

  After the soup was fed, the two snowmen bowed to Fang Chang, left the snow house, dissipated in the sky and earth, and turned into snow again. One person and one demon in the room continued to fall asleep after eating. Seeing that the wounds on their heads were healing rapidly, Fang Chang nodded and walked out of the igloo.

  His backpack contains a lot of food and various medicinal materials, including many elixir. But Fang Chang hurriedly, for the two seriously injured, especially the monster, it might be more appropriate to give them this pot of polar moss soup first.

  Fang Chang left the igloo, blocked the entrance, and left enough ventilation holes to prevent a person and a demon inside from being suffocated by the fire in the igloo, and then walked in the direction where he heard the sound of water.

   Sure enough, it was the sea.

  There are ice floes floating on it, but there are also large areas exposed to the sea.

  The wind blows to and fro, making the waves on the sea turbulent and foaming up.

   It is not as chilling as on land. The ocean is very lively, and various creatures inhabit it. They prey on each other, forming an ecological chain.

  What surprised Fang Chang the most was that there were penguin-like birds living here as the extreme north. Fang Chang also saw huge bears with snow-white fur, pacing slowly on the ice sheet, looking for prey targets.

   But these are not the purpose of his coming here.

  Fang Chang took out the fishing net from his backpack, walked gently to the surface of the sea, then chose a spot, swung it round and sprinkled it.

  By the time the fishing net was pulled out of the sea by the rope, there were already several big fish in the net, jumping and jumping in fear in the net.

  Using the fish in the extreme north to make soup should be of great help to the recovery of the two wounded.

  Back to the igloo, the firewood in the fire was only slightly burned, and the room was still warm, but the two wounded people on the bed showed no signs of waking up.

  Fang Chang looked at their situation, then took the caught fish out of the house, cleaned them, and returned to the igloo to start cooking.

  The slightly fishy smell soon filled every corner of the snow house.

  ...

   Tao Zimin was awakened by the smell of fish.

  It's like a memory suddenly appeared, the original chaotic thinking, because of this fragrance, opened a very long memory.

   It seems that I was still young, when my family often cooked fish with this smell.

  The fish is very big, the stew is soft and rotten, and the taste is strong, which is very good for children.

   But then, he started thinking about where he was, what he was doing, and… who was he?

   This process didn't take long, and soon Tao Zimin remembered his name and what he had done before. However, didn't I expose myself halfway? And together with the monster who joined him, he was hammered and executed halfway?

   Execution…

   Tao Zimin was shocked when he realized this.

  If you have already been executed, why can you still think and feel? The pain in the skull was very real, as was the giddiness. Could it be that the afterlife, which has been rumored in thousands of ways, will actually maintain the wounds in life?

   I don't know if the undercover demon who was imprisoned by me also came to this world with me. I hope that after seeing him, the other party will blame me more lightly.

   Immediately he heard another breathing sound beside him, which sounded very much like that monster.

   It seemed that the opponent did not escape.

  Acquiesced to the dead Tao Zimin, thinking sadly in his heart.

  Wait, what happened to Yuxiang?

  The increasingly strong smell of fish around him made Tao Zimin suddenly think that this is not in line with common sense. Even in the afterlife, it's kind of weird that this happens.

  He hastened to use force.

  Then suddenly opened his eyes.

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