Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 718 715 The Birth of Negative Emotions

Above the snowy plains, the sled sped forward, with six strong sled dogs running through the wind. Their thick fur was coated with dry snow, which quickly disappeared into the air.

The cold relentlessly invaded, limbs gradually stiffening, fingers gripping the reins growing so cold they nearly lost all sensation, coated in frost.

The two dead reindeers on the sled seemed to have lost their color, covered in a thin layer of pale gray, emanating a cold and hard sheen, frozen solid like stones.

Bi Fang's senses were not mistaken, the Arctic temperature had plummeted tonight, strangely cold. He moved his stiff fingers slightly and pulled out a thermometer from his bosom.

The orange-red liquid was distinctly visible, twenty, ten, zero, negative thirty, forty, fifty...

The liquid column within the thermometer underwent an astonishing elasticity from the internal environment to the external environment.

Bi Fang's eyes followed the rapidly contracting liquid column, watching it shorten bit by bit, finally stabilizing at negative fifty degrees, and there was still a trend of further decrease!

Such an exaggerated change in temperature left the Shuiyou agape in disbelief, a temperature extreme that ordinary people might never encounter in a lifetime!

[Damn, negative fifty-three degrees?]

[Isn't that too exaggerated?]

[Is another blizzard coming?]

[Doesn't seem like it]

"Stop!"

Bi Fang abruptly pulled the reins, halting the sled. He swiftly pulled out the musk ox skin from beneath the reindeer, unfolded it, and draped it over himself, warding off the cold wind.

"It's probably not a blizzard, just a bit windier, the temperature drop is more severe than I had anticipated, but not unexpected. Low temperatures and nightfall, this is what constitutes a true Arctic Polar Night."

"My clothes can only withstand temperatures down to negative thirty degrees. Beyond that range, they can hardly provide enough warmth."

The two reindeer skins, not yet tanned, were raw hides, now hard as stone slabs and utterly unusable.

[In such cold weather, how about lighting a fire to warm up before continuing?]

Some viewers suggested that Bi Fang takes a break to find a spot to recuperate his strength, but Bi Fang vetoed, "No, I must hurry back now. At negative fifty degrees, freezing happens in an instant, and for the gray whale, this means the ice cave surface will quickly shrink. I have to go back and see for myself to be at ease."

[Sss, almost forgot about that]

[Didn't Old Fang leave a drone there, haven't you guys watched it?]

[How is the situation?]

[They're already in emergency action...]

As expected...

Without surprise, Bi Fang clenched the rope with his teeth, tightened the belt around his waist, secured the musk ox skin on himself, and resumed driving the sled towards the direction of the gray whale.

Only when Bi Fang gripped the reins again did he realize that his fingers were even stiffer than before.

He had not expected his cheeks and nose to freeze so quickly, nor had he expected to lose all feelings in his fingers in such a short time, as if they had become detached from his body, unable to even grasp a few ropes, needing to look to know whether he was holding them or not.

The wires that connected his fingertips to his body seemed to have short-circuited.

Bi Fang concentrated all his effort, his stiff fingers finally quivered, joints bending, making eerie, disturbing noises as if filled with icy sand.

In order to avoid freezing to death, Bi Fang could only hold the reins with one hand while the other hand was thrust into his bosom, attempting to regain some warmth.

The cold air

But none of these mattered anymore. The fire had risen, dancing in front of his eyes with the crackling melody of the flames of life.

The cold air eroded everything that held warmth.

On the icy expanse, the engine's roar continued, operating non-stop for twenty-four hours and showing no signs of freezing, still radiating residual heat.

Most of the people around had disappeared, the fifty degrees below zero weather had confined the vast majority of the tourists within their rooms on the Thesus, greedily soaking up the warmth from the pipes.

The ship rocked from side to side, breaking through the ice, shaking so much it felt like people's brains were getting blended. Many began to vomit, and under such circumstances, negative emotions inevitably bubbled over.

"Damn it, I never should have agreed to come, the whole thing is just too stupid!"

"For the sake of three whales, I've ruined my trip!"

"There was no need at all, if they're extinct, it's their fate, if they can't adapt to the environment, they should be weeded out!"

The sailor walked past, gripping the handrail in the corridor, faintly hearing the grumbling of several men through the cabin doors, along with the sound of card playing, seeming like they were in the midst of a game.

There were those who rebuked the negative emotions as well.

"Cut it out, when we voted, you could have disagreed, and you seemed happy enough when we were cutting through the ice. Can't you take a little setback? Don't tell me you didn't imagine bragging about this to your colleagues when you agreed!"

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"Exactly, it's temporary anyways, opposing now is useless, let's just hope it ends soon. Whatever happens, it's a rare experience."

The sailor let out a sigh of relief. Although some negative feelings had surfaced, they weren't too overwhelming and still under control.

The sailor checking on the passengers' status grabbed the handrail and started up to the higher levels, adjusting his center of gravity as the ship tilted again to advance steadily; inside the room, the men continued to argue.

"What a pile of crap, the ship is swaying again, I can't even aim straight when I pee!"

"F··K, so that's why the mat is covered in urine, it's all because of you!!!"

"Stop fighting, hey, calm down, damn it, Mans, you didn't really sit directly on it, did you?"

"Damn you, you motherless cur! I'll kick your ass with my pointed boots, and use your mother's gravestone to practice boxing!"

...

"Put more effort into it, without the sun, the temperature here won't recover quickly, the ice will only get thicker. We must keep moving!"

The first officer had returned to the ship to rest, and the second officer had once again taken over on the scene. There were only twelve people in total, seven of whom were sailors, and only five were tourists, all clad in thick coats.

"If you can't bear it, let us know in advance, we'll bring you back!"

As sailors who navigated the Arctic Ocean, they were much better adapted to the cold than the passengers and had a much stronger physique.

"No need, we can hold on."

"If I really can't bear it, I'll speak up."

"Yeah, don't underestimate us!"

The few tourists clamored, their passion undimmed by the severe cold.

"Alright then, let's continue, just don't let the ice surface freeze over!"

Normally, after digging out one cave, it would be sufficient to proceed to the next, but now it was not only about digging the next one but also keeping an eye on the previous one to prevent the breath holes of the gray whales from freezing over.

In face of the increased workload, the number of people working had decreased by half, all shouldering the bitter cold and working twice as hard.

The ceaseless saw teeth of the electric saw were getting rather blunt.

A sailor had just cut through a block of ice, but in the blink of an eye, seawater leaking through the crack fused it back together again. Irritated, he kicked out, but the sailor forgot one thing: the ice surface, constantly being wetted and refrozen by the sea, was extremely smooth.

As soon as he stepped on it, the sailor felt his right leg slipping out of control, and his body violently slid toward the cave.

"Watch out!"

The second officer, keeping a close watch, shouted a warning, but it was already too late.