Female martial arts fanatics only love to fight, while men fight for their lives.

Chapter 105: Survival in the Forest

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At first, you can still see the morning light shining through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

Later, the grass and trees grew more and more luxuriant, blocking out the sun and snatching away every bit of the sun's warmth.

Li Huaiqing, who didn't know martial arts and couldn't climb trees, couldn't remember how long he had been lost in the forest mist.

So hungry and so cold.

Is it day or night now?

He barely avoided the wild animals that might come, and threw away his so-called decency to collect berries.

Having lived a life of luxury, I have never experienced the feeling of extreme hunger, nor have I ever felt such a desperate situation.

No matter how much poetry and books you know, no matter how high your status is among the people, no matter how noble your sentiments are, they are all useless in the face of pure nature.

Li Huaiqing was full of confidence at the beginning that he could walk out of this dense forest, but now...

He looked down at his hands that were shaking from hunger and cold, and finally began to fear that he might be buried here.

Li Huaiqing, who had been proud all his life, would never allow himself to feel so discouraged.

Even if he was dead, even if there was no one around, he could not lower his head to the sky and admit defeat, and cry and pray for hope of life.

He has to live.

A member of the Li family,

He, Li Huaiqing, could die in court battles, assassinations, or diseases, or even be despised by the world with infamy.

You must not live quietly and become a lonely ghost among snakes, insects, rats and ants in the wilderness.

After his death, he could not be buried in the Li family's ancestral land, and he could not see the Li family's ancestors. No one in later generations would remember his name.

If he died, how many people in the capital would cry for him when they mentioned him?

Li Huaiqing let out a deep breath, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and continued to move forward in the forest.

The strong unwillingness turned into the power of survival, supporting Li Huaiqing.

All the persistence in the first twenty years of life was shaken at this moment.

The young man who used to be a master who never tires of fine food, who wore brocade clothes, perfume bags and jade crowns, and who was elegant and polite,

Now, in order to survive, he could only use his well-read eyes to search for anything that could fill his stomach.

If he didn't eat, he wouldn't have the energy to go out even if the way out was right in front of him.

However, he had been living a life of luxury since childhood, and even if he had thousands of acres of fertile land, he would not be able to distinguish the five kinds of grains. How could he recognize the edible plants in the wild?

He could only try again and again, swallowing it no matter how bitter it was.

He once collapsed inexplicably and lost consciousness, but eventually he opened his eyes and survived, continuing his struggle in the darkness.

Since God has not let him die today, he must live on.

But how can eating only these sustain the body of a middle-aged man?

He lost weight uncontrollably and his desire for meat became stronger and stronger.

Even the occasional bird jumping among the branches made his mind wander.

Li Huaiqing stumbled and bumped into weaving a trap with rattan. It was something he had accidentally skimmed over in a book, but who would have thought that it was now his means of making a living.

However, the bird was wary and his trap was too crudely made. Not only did he catch nothing, but it was also trampled by some animal.

All his efforts were in vain.

The chirping of birds seemed to be mocking him.

Li Huaiqing was not discouraged. He went to the stream and scooped up some water to drink, barely alleviating his hunger.

He calmed down and made some changes to the trap, waiting patiently for possible prey.

After doing this many times, one day, his expectation came true. When he arrived, a small gray-feathered bird was flapping its wings in the trap.

Seeing him coming, I desperately wanted to escape.

Just like him now.

Li Huaiqing squatted down, picked up a stone, and smashed it hard at the still struggling bird.

Over and over again, until his hands were covered with feathers and blood, he looked at the dead bird on the ground.

The smell of blood was nauseating, but he swallowed his saliva helplessly.