The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Song Moting found the tree where the tractor crashed.

He stopped once on the road, scanning the surrounding mountains.

He listened for noise, but he heard nothing except the perpetual sound of the cold wind howling through the silent peaks.

Has no one noticed they went missing yet?

Or are they completely unsure of their whereabouts?

After recovering, Song Moting began to ponder when rescue would arrive.

Given the current weather conditions, as long as it doesn't snow, the villagers still have ways to rescue them; the only thing needed is to provide them with coordinates.

Song Moting came to the front of the tractor.

This is the tractor's head.

The bushes buffered the impact.

Even now, Song Moting would slightly shiver at the sight of all this, recalling the unbelievable force of the crash, like being thrown by a giant.

He couldn't imagine their fate if they hadn't landed in the bushes, but they certainly wouldn't have survived.

The damaged trees and various debris marked the trajectory of the tractor's fall.

Fortunately, the tractor did not catch fire.

Often, the impact of the tractor hitting the ground isn't fatal; what's fatal is the ensuing fire.

Once it catches fire, neither of them would have a chance to survive.

He climbed onto the tractor; the tractor head was stuck between the trees, as long as the trees remained standing, there was no danger.

He understood simple circuits, examining everything through the eyes of someone who knows how to repair and drive vehicles.

In the woods, especially in a primeval forest, starting a fire is not a good idea.

Song Moting couldn't risk a fire to send a distress signal.

But they had no other choice.

He observed the location for a long time, with no indication that anyone was searching for them.

He believed they must be searching; three people missing for a day and night couldn't fail to raise suspicion.

The biggest concern was that the search and rescue personnel's range might not include their area.

Based on his impression, the tractor lost control, veered off the road, and slid into an unknown ravine.

This widened the search area too much; the rescuers had limited manpower, they couldn't find them quickly.

Therefore, logically, he must prepare to rely on himself along with Jiang Xiaoxiao and the driver to walk out, which is easier said than done.

The control panel items were all smashed, which didn't surprise him.

He rummaged nearby for anything useful, lucky they didn't encounter any wild beasts last night.

Without preparations now, relying on the little knife in his pocket?

Understanding the harsh environment they faced, he started to examine the tractor wreckage with a different perspective.

Sharp metal and metal rods could be fashioned into makeshift clubs and knives to defend against fierce wild animals.

Perhaps even hunt something.

He could also use branches and cotton fabric materials to make some snowshoes.

Theoretically, shoes aren't difficult to make.

The problem is, wearing snowshoes is too clumsy, and the road down the mountain is too rugged.

After recovering, he could hunt rabbits and wild chickens, and he decided never to allow Jiang Xiaoxiao to make porridge again.

This anti-human presence should be known only to themselves.

Not even for rescue.

However, he checked in the morning, and there wasn't much porridge left in the pot, it was finished last night.

Only some clear water remained in the pot.

He walked along the slope they slid down, finding scattered debris everywhere.

Large twisted metal, torn wires, broken trunks.

If he found long useful wires, he'd pick them up, roll them up, and stuff them into his military coat pocket.

He was now positioned above the left side of the tractor wreckage, their shelter was on the right side of the slope near the wreckage.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hadn't come out yet, still sleeping in the shelter.

He grinned, wondering if she'd be scared looking for him when she woke to find him gone?

He laughed quietly.

The sound gradually ceased.

The tractor head, hit by immense force, slammed into the tree, tearing the metal at the impact points.

He could see the internal structure, the engine, cables, and the part connected to the fuel tank, now drooping with sections of wire.

There were also two brake lines clearly visible.

The break was smooth, obviously not torn.

It was cut short.

Only a small part was pulled off by force.

He stood there, staring at the thing, suddenly realizing the presence of danger.

He felt as if needles were piercing his neck.

Anger swept over him, in furious rage, his vision clouded with red mist.

This was no accident at all, it was a deliberate murder.

"Brother Song, why are you up?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao knew her peaches worked well, deeply doubting their effectiveness yesterday, now discovering that she was refreshed.

The effect was truly impressive; this time it seemed less apparent.

Luckily it wasn't too apparent, otherwise, she wouldn't have dared give Guo Dongjun's daughter-in-law so much peach dried.

It would be an exposing trap.

Quite a fluke.

When she got up early, she didn't see Song Moting.

Only when she came out did she see Song Moting had come here.

Upon waking, she also felt something was off.

Yesterday she felt deathly, utterly exhausted.

Now she felt much lighter, importantly, the wound on her arm no longer hurt, obviously healed.

This suddenly reminded her of Song Moting; if Song Moting's facial wounds healed, how could she explain?

This...

She deliberately checked on the tractor driver, fortunately finding he drank less porridge yesterday, and peach juice even less, the driver couldn't drink it.

Breathing steadily now, but not to a frightening extent, still within a normal range accepted by people.

Jiang Xiaoxiao thought she should consider the quantity problem when giving people things in the future.

Luckily, she always controlled the quantity judiciously.

Otherwise, who knows what trouble those herbal wines and dried peaches might cause.

She had to come out to find Song Moting.

Having not thought of a good excuse to explain, she decided not to explain.

Pretending to be surprised, feigning ignorance about Song Moting's unexpected recovery ability seemed best, she'll pin it on Old Song in her family, let him believe his recovery ability is above average.

Seeing the silhouette, she approached, ready to pat Song Moting's shoulder.

Then loudly question how Song Moting recovered so quickly?

But she was hesitant too, thinking her act might be too shameless?

In such a small place, even if she wanted to redirect the issue, she couldn't.

So, dear Brother Song, Mr. Song, you have to be the scapegoat this time.

She hadn't even spoken when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Song Moting, flipped, turning her whole body to the side.

If it weren't for Song Moting's quick reflexes, realizing the person behind him was Jiang Xiaoxiao.

The force in his hands might have pushed Jiang Xiaoxiao to the ground.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was almost stunned, pulled up by her man.

Leaning against Song Moting, she still hadn't figured out what she had just experienced.

"You..."

"Scared you, didn't I? I lost control just now! Sorry."

Song Moting looked apologetically at Jiang Xiaoxiao's reddened wrist, bearing his fingerprints, possibly leaving bruises.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's fair skin easily showed marks.