Chapter 57: The Blood Seeping through the Door Crack

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Bi Fang removed his hat, trying to listen more clearly.

Snowflakes rushed in, squinting his eyes. Bi Fang briefly closed his eyes, then opened them to silently watch the distant woods with a serious expression.

The audience felt a chilling desolation as they listened to the wind, as if grass were growing in their hearts.

[It feels… like it’s real.]

[Could the blizzard have caused Master Fang to hallucinate? I heard that people on the verge of freezing to death start to see things.]

[How could that be? Didn’t he just do some push-ups? Isn’t it just that the sound of the wind is too unnerving?]

[Exactly, the sound of the wind alone is scary.]

Bi Fang looked at the barrage of comments, unconcerned. He was sure he had not misheard — there had indeed been an unusual noise, and it sounded very much like a car horn.

And only a horn could have such penetrating power to cut through the storm and reach his ears.

There could be people up ahead!

“No, I must check it out whether it’s real or not,” he said.

Bi Fang trusted his judgment. He stood up from his snow burrow, put his hat back on, and, bracing against the snowstorm, staggered in the direction from which the sound had come.

Seeing the streamer so resolute, the audience in front of the screen began to feel uncertain, as if there really were people on the other side. They started sending a barrage of messages to dissuade him.

Because among them were many fans who had been waiting for this live stream for half a month. Even the least concerning ones had seen Wolf Fang TV’s cover preview for a full three days before this broadcast. And now it was going to end in less than two days?

The foreplay was so long, yet the process so short, how could anyone bear it!

[Might he be rescued so soon?]

[Why so fast this time? If this were a novel, it’d be just over ten chapters, right? Where’s the climax? You’re going to flop like this! No one will follow your next series!]

[Yeah, I’m not yet satisfied! This is too hasty, isn’t it?]

[Wouldn’t it be great if Master Fang had heard wrong?]

[Exactly, it’s better for him to be wrong.]

How come these people aren’t hoping for his well-being?

Bi Fang felt somewhat depressed, but still spoke up to explain, “Don’t worry, even if I do meet someone, it’s very likely to be someone else in distress. It’s not even clear who is rescuring whom.”

He pointed at the sky and said, “Look at the weather. Who would come out in weather like this? And trying to emit a sound at fixed intervals? If this isn’t distress, what is it?”

When the audience heard Bi Fang explain this, they suddenly understood.

It seemed to make sense!

Apart from someone as skilled and daring as Bi Fang, who else would dare to come out at this time? That was just asking for death!

[666, he comes out to survive in the wilderness and ends up rescuing others on top of that?]

[This wave, this wave is about being rescued and instead rescuing others!]

[If he rescues someone, won’t he become thoroughly famous? The news would report it, right?]

[Look at the live stream’s popularity, it’s reached half a million. Isn’t that famous enough?]

[That’s different. Right now, he’s only famous in the live streaming circles. If he makes it into the news for a rescue, the whole country would know. That’s a whole other level!]

After descending the snowy slope, Bi Fang entered the forest. He tightened his hat brim and continued in the direction he remembered from before.

“The wind is so strong, yet I could still hear the sound. So, they can’t be too far from us. Probably only two or three hundred meters, or even less,” he said.

Trudging through the thick snow, Bi Fang leaned forward against the storm. His front footprints were instantly filled by the snow chasing from behind.

In the face of nature’s power, no trace could be left behind.

As he closed the distance, a clear sound of a car horn suddenly pierced through the snowy forest. This time, everyone heard it.

[Holy shit, there really is a car!]

[My god, Master Fang’s ears are too keen, right?]

[With such thick snow, how can a car drive? Never mind the tires, wouldn’t the gasoline be frozen?]

“If it were an ordinary car, then surely it wouldn’t work. But I think this car might be equipped with triangle tracks to progress over such thick snow. And gasoline actually has a very low freezing point, it ordinarily solidifies at minus thirty-five degrees Celsius. Diesel freezes more easily. Perhaps they also added antifreeze,” he explained.

“However, since the other party is so equippped, it’s very likely a local or a ranger. But no matter what, we must go and check,” Bi Fang added.

After another hundred meters, a beam of light lit up in the forest, piercing through the heavy snowfall.

It’s right ahead!

The viewers were immediately electrified, and Bi Fang quickened his pace, soon reaching a snow slope.

But as they barely poked their heads out and saw the situation, the viewers were stunned, the scene was indeed just as Bi Fang had predicted.

It was a badly damaged off-road vehicle, with its body beaten and battered to the extent that one could hardly doubt it had been tossed around in a washing machine.

A tree over thirty centimeters in diameter had fallen directly onto the roof, collapsing the sturdy frame, and two of the four doors were now missing, with thick black smoke billowing from the front engine hood of the car.

[Damn, that’s intense! Is the car totally wrecked? Could the people inside still be alive?]

[It certainly is a tracked vehicle.]

[There’s a blizzard, what are these people even doing out here? Isn’t this just seeking death?]

[You can’t say that, if it weren’t for Master Fang’s experience, who could have expected a blizzard? And it came without any warning at all.]

Bi Fang hurried over the dirt slope to the front of the car, and as he approached, he heard screams.

Not far off in the snow, a middle-aged man was pinned under a car door, wailing in agony. When he saw Bi Fang, he seemed to see a savior and desperately reached out.

“Quick, save me, please save me!”

Immediately, Bi Fang set his drone aside and stepped forward to lift the already shattered car door off, while the man kept screaming.

After a quick glance, he spotted a huge gash on the man’s right leg, from which blood was continually flowing down the pant leg.

Viewers in the live broadcast saw the gruesome wound through the first- person perspective, as if facing it themselves, and could hardly bear to look directly at it.

[This is too tragic…]

[It looks so painful.]

[No kidding, can’t you see he’s in so much pain he’s crying out?]

[How pitiful.]

Seeing that the wound was still bleeding, Bi Fang hastily pulled out his belt, ready to tie off the blood vessel to stop bleeding, but just touching the wound made the man scream in torturous agony.

“Hey! Look at me, look at me, don’t look down!”

Bi Fang stared into the man’s eyes, shouting over and over until the man’s focus shifted from the wound, and then he tightened the belt with a powerful tug!

A scream pierced through the blizzard, echoing throughout the entire forest.

The man’s face streamed with tears, but in the low temperature, they quickly froze into frost, caking his face, and the intense pain twisted his features beyond recognition: “I can’t move, I can’t move my leg, my hands neither, ah!”

As Bi Fang secured the belt, he looked into the man’s eyes and said, “Don’t worry, feeling pain is a good sign, it means your thigh nerve isn’t damaged, you can still use your leg!”

“Is… that a good thing?”

“Yes, are there any other places where you’re bleeding?”

“I don’t know, I can’t feel anything.”

Seeing that the man’s bleeding had temporarily stopped, Bi Fang dragged him over to lean against a tree. But no sooner had he left than the man, mustering all his strength, grabbed hold of his clothes.

“Don’t leave, don’t leave me behind!”

“I’ll be right back, stay calm, okay?” After reassuring the man by holding his hand, Bi Fang trudged through the snow to the front of the driver’s cab.

Inside the cab, the safety airbag was already deflated, a young man was trapped against the steering wheel by the twisted car body, unable to move. When he saw Bi Fang, a frost-covered face managed a wry smile.

“I can’t believe someone actually came; I thought I was really going to die this time.”

“You won’t die, not on my watch.”

The car door wasn’t completely crushed, Bi Fang gritted his teeth and pulled it open with difficulty, then yanked the young man out from the side, his hand on the steering wheel causing Bi Fang to startle.

The young man’s fingers were hooked and couldn’t straighten, almost deformed; it was likely the result of holding the steering wheel continuously in the severe cold, he must have been the one sounding the horn earlier.

“Your hand is already frozen stiff, if you continue like this, I’m afraid it’ll begin to necrose,” Bi Fang said.

But instead of worrying about himself upon hearing this, the young man shivered and lifted his arm, pointing towards the passenger seat, which was the most heavily damaged part of the vehicle.

“No, check on the person next to me first, I saw him bleed a lot, please save him first!”

Following the young man’s arm, Bi Fang looked over, but his view was obstructed by the airbag on the passenger side. However, under the car, he could see very clearly.

It was a large pool of thick, dark blood, dripping down through the door crack, and the snow beneath the car had already turned a dark crimson.