When Wu Han regained his awakening, the mysterious white light had long disappeared beside him, but his limb movements still maintained his previous posture. Wu Han's strong but not burly body crouched forward, and stretched out his right arm, as if he was going to touch a non-existent phantom in the void.

He stood up slowly, Wu Han pondered at the scene that was both real and illusory just now, and he said to himself:

"Survival of the fittest is natural, and the fittest survive. You just tell me that if you want to survive, you can only rely on your own efforts, right!"

The mysterious white light disappeared without realizing it. The existence that often accompanies me, naturally caused a commotion in the town not far away. Some strange animals that were closer were running towards Wu Han's location.

"Gaga! Chicken..."

Listening to the screams of strange creatures, Wu Han's thinking changed from philosopher to survivor mode. He smiled coldly, as if saying to himself:

"It's very good to say that people have to rely on themselves. Today, let's see if I can kill a way out!"

After saying this, Wu Han pulled the rope to fix the backpack, and the debris poured out of the bulging bag, and in the blink of an eye it piled up on the ground into a hill. He removed the burden on himself, and from the innermost position of the backpack, Wu Han reached out to find the Erlang knife that was split into three pieces. He skillfully put together his usual weapons, and then he roared and rushed forward.

Fighting is the only choice to survive. This wilderness era does not believe in tears and dreams!

Survivor, no matter who you are, fight hard! It is not to be successful, nor to be a noble person in front of others, just to continue to live! Fight!

"kill……"

ps: The book ends here. Perhaps the plot did not run into space as expected, or the whole family would end up dead, but it was generally in line with my original intention. How should a person live, even in the harshest environment.
Chapter completed!