At this short distance of more than ten meters, Yang Ni had consumed all his strength and took more than twenty seconds to finish it.

His whole body is hard to deal with, and this kind of heat cannot be controlled by reason at all.

He was already anxious and unconsciously reached out to unzip the leather jacket.

However, this did not make him feel better, but instead felt even hotter.

His hand finally touched the window where the wind and snow blew in, and its edge was already covered with thick blue ice shells.

"Damn it, this is not a window. It is obvious that a hole was smashed into the car. I said how could such a high-speed train open the window? It seems that this fan is determined to make his idol into a specimen and leave it behind."

Yang Ni was extremely irritable, completely different from his usual calmness.

Affected by the ultra-low temperature, his brain began to become abnormal.

But this will be troublesome. If it is a window, it's okay, but if it is closed, it's just a hole in the car body, how can it be blocked?

If it is normal, it's okay. Yang Ni can slowly think of a solution. At the least, he can use his shield to top the hole first, and then let his teammates find Mr. Rehuhu as soon as possible.

But now he has only one person, and although he is still standing well now, he is actually in a state of dying. Once he falls down, there is no possibility of standing up again.

He randomly opened the blue snow pile below the hole, and his fingers accidentally touched a hard object.

He reached out and found that it was the seat on the train, and pulled it hard but it didn't move at all.

He was irritated and pulled out his silver knife and pointed it at the seat a few times. The blade made a sour "squeak" sound.

At low temperatures, steel also becomes fragile.

At this time, Yang Ni didn't notice at all. He just touched the fingertips of the four fingers of the right hand of the seat, which had already escaped from his body and stuck to the metal edge of the seat, as hard as four small stones.

Yang Ni can no longer feel the pain.

His four fingers showed white finger bones, but no drop of blood flowed out.

He chopped a few times and felt that the roll of tape on his shoulder was a little hindered, so he threw it aside in dismay. He didn't know what he was thinking. Even if he could cut off the seat, could he block the hole?

"Huh? Tape!"

The last trace of reason fixed his eyes on the tape and stayed for 1 second.

It was this second that saved his life.

On the dark blue snow pile, this roll of silver tape is particularly conspicuous.

"Don't I have tape? Why are I competing with the chair?"

Yang Ni had completely forgotten his original intention of holding this roll of tape. He inserted the silver knife into the snow pile, picked up the tape, and finally found the opening. He tore off a large piece with force, bite it off with his teeth, and stuck it hard to the break.

I don’t know what material this tape is made of, but it still maintains strong stickiness at this extreme temperature, and it sticks firmly to the ice shell near the break.

Or maybe, this tape is used to paste objects in low temperature environments.

The cold wind immediately became much smaller.

Seeing that the tape was effective, Yang Niyi kept tearing off a few large pieces and stuck the remaining cracks to death.

The carriage, which was originally howling cold wind suddenly became much quieter.

"Huh, it's so hot!" After doing all this, Yang Ni raised his hand to wipe the sweat that did not exist on his forehead.

The friction between the back of his hand and the wound on his face made him feel a sudden pain and he took a breath of cold air.

"Hiss, it hurts. No, how could I feel the heat?"

The pain brought him back a little bit of consciousness, and he immediately realized something was wrong.

Then he realized that when he was tearing the tape, he took off his coat and threw it on the ground. Now he is only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and his arms are covered with blue snowflakes.

Yang Ni was shocked and quickly picked up his coat, shook it clean and put it on again.

Fortunately, the props produced in Huangquan Street are of good quality, and this leather jacket still maintains a certain degree of flexibility.

But that was not enough, his body temperature was still losing rapidly.

It was too late to think about it. He just blocked the entrance of the cave, but only delayed the death rate. Now the carriage is still covered with blue snow, and the temperature is nearly minus fifty degrees below zero.

He quickly continued to tear away the roll of tape that didn't take much, starting with his hands, then his upper body, then his waist, and finally his legs and feet, wrapped tightly.

After all this, there was not much tape left.

This movement was quite violent, and the muscles in his body began to burn the energy stored in his body to generate kinetic energy and heat.

At the same time, his physical fitness, which is far beyond ordinary people, also began to play a role, the cells become energetic again, and the body temperature is rising little by little.

It seems that this roll of aluminum foil bandage can indeed isolate the conduction of temperature, and the heat dissipated through the body surface is reflected back into the body again.

The key is that there was a burst of numbness on his wound, especially the fingers of his right hand, which had already flowed out of his pale yellow tissue fluid.

The blood flow rate gradually accelerates, and the heat generated by the heart is transmitted to the whole body.

This life was finally saved.

Yang Ni stood there with a silver knife for a while. He didn't dare to sit down yet, for fear of being buried by the Lan Xue.

After 5 minutes like this, his body finally began to shake like a slam, his teeth trembled, and he made a "knock" sound like a machine gun.

The muscles in his body began to tremble violently, contract and rub as much heat as possible.

Yang Ni came to his senses, stretched out his trembling hand and took out a piece of hard chocolate like steel from his pocket, tremblingly stuffed it into his mouth, melted it bit by bit with warm saliva, and then swallowed it into his abdomen.

After doing all this, he felt much better.

The feeling of almost being frozen to death was so terrifying that he could not even have the idea of ​​committing suicide at that time. If he had a choice, he would rather die in the battle between you and me.

Yang Ni has not forgotten what he needs to do next in this game.

The temperature in this carriage is too low, and the blue snow on the ground will begin to melt as the temperature of his body increases. At that time, a large amount of heat will be absorbed from the surroundings and the temperature will drop significantly again.

As the only heat source in this carriage, Yang Ni will definitely withstand another test of death.

The most urgent task is to leave here as soon as possible and enter the next carriage.

Yang Ni forced himself to shake his teeth and shouted, "Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot... Sir, where are you?"

No voice responded to him.

Yang Ni would not give up easily. Even if the heat has been frozen to death, the key must still be on him. If he finds his body, he can find the key.

Anyway, he had used all the tape on himself, and even if Mr. Heumu is still alive, he can't help him.

He kept fiddling with the blue snow pile with his knife, trying to find the unlucky guy.

Hard work pays off. Although he moves very slowly, three minutes later, the tip of the knife finally hit a hard object with a distinctive shape.
Chapter completed!