Hunger, cold, and body aches consumed Wei Zixu, and after a long time, he finally fell into a dazed sleep.
He didn't know how long he had slept, then woke up from hunger, feeling numb all over, as if his stomach was on fire. He struggled to move his body, hoping someone would save him.
But unfortunately, his entire body was weak and powerless, even soft sobbing seemed too much, he felt like his body was in pain, as if being torn apart.
But he could do nothing, only lie on the ground and moan slightly, like the faint whimper of insects.
It was unknown how long it took for the pain to gradually leave his body, his whole being becoming light, extremely comfortable, and he drifted back into a comfortable sleep.
Unknown how long he slept, he woke again; this time he didn't feel hungry, only felt weak and feverish, his brain muddled, knowing he must have a high fever.
