Bab 329: Chapter 327: Smell

Cold, hard, morning mist drifting, yet seemingly like gun smoke.

That was Bi Fang's first sensation upon awakening in the morning, and even though the rest was soft sponge padding, it still felt like he had slept on a hard plank bed all night.

Sleeping in the city was vastly different from sleeping in the wilderness. It was colder, more uncomfortable, not only more constricting but also more unsettling.

Upon waking, his airways felt as if they were clogged with dust.

"Cough, cough."

After coughing twice, Bi Fang opened his eyes, gazing at the seat above him for quite a while before he realized he was in the middle of a six-day Wilderness Survivalist broadcast in Yemen.

Today was the second day.

[Wow, Master Fang is up!]

[Spread the word!]

"Everyone..."

Bi Fang wanted to say hello, but as soon as he began to speak, the rumbling from his stomach abruptly cut off his words, making the scene quite awkward for a moment.