"...Soul binding has been established.

"Detected...currently in crisis.

"Test and assessment: The captain is in the primitive era.

"Provide assistance to the captain in accordance with...civilization guarantee agreement.

"The fire-making set has been issued to the captain, please check it.

"The production of the next aid material is being stepped up. The estimated completion time is: 24 hours. Captain, please wait patiently."

Lu Ning suddenly came back to his senses. The pain receded like a tide. The cold sweat soaked his shirt and quickly formed ice crystals.

"What...is going on?"

Lu Ning got up from the ground, covering his aching forehead, thinking of those weird scenes and sounds just now.

"I established contact with a certain spaceship in space and received... aid supplies?"

This series of incidents containing a huge amount of information made him extremely confused.

He looked around him, and sure enough - there was a small wooden box that had never existed here before.

Thank God, if it were a metal box, given the current temperature, Lu Ning's fingers might be further frostbitten.

Lu Ning pushed open the lid and saw the things stored inside.

There weren't many things, just a small hand axe, and a fist-sized, dark-colored stone with sharp edges.

"It's said to be a fire-making set, could this be... flint and steel?" Lu Ning speculated.

The common flint in modern times is a man-made alloy, but in primitive times, people also used a natural flint, that is, flint, to make fire.

Hitting the flint with a stone or metal tool will cause sparks to burst out and ignite the dead wood.

There is even a niche theory that the Suiren family drilled flints to make fire. The flint in this is not a kind of tree, but refers to flint. Of course, this theory is not mainstream and there is no evidence. Just look at the unofficial rumors.

good.

In short, Lu Ning knew: he was saved.

The ax head part of the hand ax is made of metal. When the two hit each other, they can easily produce sparks. This thing is much more efficient than drilling wood to make fire.

He knew he didn't have much time and had to act immediately.

Dry thatch is a better fire starter than dead wood, and there are a lot of hay on top of this broken house. Lu Ning pulled another large bundle from the roof and spread it on the pile of extinguished stones for the campfire.

Then use the dead branches and wood from before to press it.

Then he picked up the hand ax and flint with stiff hands, and cautiously approached the campfire.

Knocking... Lu Ning's hand twitched uncontrollably due to the long period of low temperature, and the flint scratched a deep blood mark on the back of the other hand.

However, the sense of pain had been numbed by the low temperature. Although the blood stains looked scary, Lu Ning felt no pain.

But this is not a good sign.

If we delay for a while longer, it may be too late to light the fire.

Lu Ning gritted his teeth and clenched his hands desperately, controlling the two to strike each other.

There was a clang and a flash of light, but it did not produce enough sparks to ignite the hay.

Lu Ning was not impatient and took a deep breath of cold air to stimulate his paralyzed brain to become a little more energetic... Although he didn't know if it would be useful to fight fire with fire.

After calming down, Lu Ning struck again.

Qiang——

Snap!

A spark bounced off the flint and fell into the hay.

Clang!

Lu Ning tapped steadily again.

This time, more sparks fell into the hay, and traces of choking black flames spread out from the gaps in the hay.

Lu Ning immediately dropped the hand ax and flint, lay down by the campfire, and kept blowing air into it, using his body to block the wind and snow blowing into the house.

Finally, the hay crackled, blackened bit by bit, and collapsed.

Under the hay, a bright red flame emerged.

Lu Ning did not dare to relax, and kept removing thatch from the roof, and then stuffed it into the campfire, letting the fire gradually grow and burn brightly.

Dry grass burns quickly, but it is difficult to last. Lu Ning carried a hand ax and removed a few decayed wooden boards and horizontal strips from the walls of the broken house and added them to the campfire.

A wisp of green smoke crossed Lu Ning's body, swayed upward, broke through the leaky roof, and rose straight into the sky.

In this small snowy ruin, a campfire burned again.

The flames emitted a scorching heat, gradually warming Lu Ning's completely frozen body.

Lu Ning squatted beside the campfire, stretching out his hands to warm himself.

His body soon stopped shaking.

Later, his ears, nose, and limbs also regained consciousness, his skin returned to blood color from the purple state, and his breathing began to become smoother and calmer.

Immediately afterwards, traces of blood began to ooze out from the open wound, and the pain numbed by the cold surged up, making his whole body hurt and itchy.

But this means his blood circulation is back to normal, which is a good thing to be thankful for.

In order to prevent blood stains from sticking to his clothes, Lu Ning hesitated, took off his soaked shirt, and put it on a gap in the wall of the dilapidated house.

Although it was just a thin shirt, the act of taking off his clothes still made Lu Ning shiver.

But this time there was a campfire nearby, and the heat brought by this small campfire was surprisingly sufficient.

Therefore, Lu Ning didn't feel that it was so harsh even though he was not wearing a shirt.

The cold wind was blocked by the hot air of the flames. The flames were swaying and warm, even making people feel dizzy.

Lu Ning positioned himself in a slightly more comfortable position and sat across from the campfire, feeling waves of heat radiating towards him.

"Learning to use fire is indeed a sign of human evolution...

"But is this just changing from the death penalty to a reprieve?!"

Once he relaxed, his stomach began to growl, awakening Lu Ning from his stupid look, and he regained a clear understanding of his current situation.

The imminent danger of death has been alleviated, but he now lacks food, drinking water, and a shelter from the wind.

This shabby house is really not a place for people to live, and in Lu Ning's opinion... this shabby house is actually just "fuel" compared to "residence".

In fact, if it wasn't the middle of winter, Lu Ning wouldn't mind living in this shabby house temporarily, it was better than sleeping in the open space.

But now, in order to keep the campfire burning, Lu Ning had no choice but to demolish the east wall to make up for the west wall.

Coupled with the lack of food, this means that his body will only become weaker and weaker. Even if this shabby house can burn for several days, he will probably starve to death before that.

Lu Ning thought about his next action plan. Soon the wounds on his body stopped bleeding and his clothes were dried by the campfire.

Lu Ning put his clothes back on.

Although it is just a tattered shirt, like a house, it is better to wear it than not to wear it.

Lu Ning's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but yawned.

In the distance, a series of horrifying howls and roars rang out.

The night in this world is very dangerous - when Lu Ning was hanging in the sky, he saw many survivors being killed by some weird monsters and torn into pieces.

Fortunately, as long as the campfire is still burning, the monsters will not take the initiative to approach their home.

Before I knew it, it was almost sunset.

The physical and mental exertion of this day was too great, and Lu Ning's eyelids soon became extremely heavy.

It was getting late, and the falling snowflakes became more dense, covering the sky and the earth.

The cold wind howled and was as cold as a knife.
Chapter completed!