If it weren’t for him blocking it with his palm, that nail would have pierced his eye.
Disinfecting the wound with iodine and alcohol, Chen Yan wasn’t afraid of tetanus... he still had one last day of bad luck.
Tetanus doesn’t set in within just one day.
After tomorrow, all calamities will vanish!
On the seventh day, as the sun rose, Chen Yan was already disheveled and oily-faced. His hair hadn’t been washed for several days, making it greasy.
He hadn’t brushed his teeth for days either, and his mouth felt quite uncomfortable.
There was only one packet of instant noodles left — he was already rationing it.
There was also one bottle of mineral water.
These supplies should be enough to get through the last day.
At this moment, Chen Yan’s body was actually quite weak.
For several days, he had been eating and drinking sparingly, subsisting on instant noodles and cold water, and even then, reducing his intake.
Now he was already so hungry that he felt weak, despite continually using Primordial Qi to nurture his body.
But... after all, he had not yet reached the Realm of Avoiding Grain in his cultivation.
Running his Primordial Qi and using the "Destiny Cycle" to calculate his fortune.
Six more hours, which is twelve hours.
Chen Yan lay on the bed, intending not to move for these twelve hours.
To be precise, the bed had already collapsed, and the mattress was directly on the floor.
The bed frame had been moved to the bathroom because it had sharp, broken wooden edges and nails. They were all dangerous items.
The entire morning passed surprisingly uneventfully.
Chen Yan was a bit puzzled: Could it be that the Heavenly Dao has no way to deal with me anymore?
Well, it makes sense...
Magic attacks can only be magic attacks, they can’t directly affect me. I’ve cleared out all possible physical hazards, so the Heavenly Dao must also be at a loss, right?
In the afternoon, Chen Yan started to develop a fever, and then his stomach began to hurt.
He lay on the bed, glaring fiercely outside the window.
Developing a fever to force me to go out, to make me go to the hospital?
If I have a fever, I’ll just tough it out!
I’ve been eating and drinking so little these days, even if you make me have diarrhea, there’s nothing to come out!!!
His eyes bloodshot, he cursed fiercely. Over the six days, Chen Yan had slept less than ten hours in total. His mental state was already extremely weakened, but instead, he became more manic.
The fever kept him groggy for two hours, but by the time evening came, the fever had subsided.
As for the stomachache, just as Chen Yan predicted, after passing gas a couple of times, it went away.
However, the wound on his hand started to hurt more and more. Chen Yan looked at it; indeed, it was severely red and swollen.
Clearly, the wound was infected.
Chen Yan sneered, "Hmph, four more hours! Even if it’s an infection, even if it’s tetanus, it can’t kill me in four hours!! Useless, it’s all useless! I won’t go out!!"
Although he was mentally volatile, Chen Yan clung to one firm thought: Even if the wound is infected, leading to severe conditions like sepsis or even amputation, it’s impossible within four hours!
And once tomorrow comes, his Life Chart will return to normal, and the Heavenly Dao can never make him amputate or die!
Because his normal Life Chart doesn’t include accidental death or limb loss in his fortune!
It’s like, you can’t use the imperial sword of the previous dynasty to execute the corrupt officials of the current dynasty!
The four-hour countdown ticked away bit by bit.
In the final moments, Chen Yan even turned on his phone to keep track of the time.
As the time dwindled to the last half hour, the air seemed to grow silent.
It was such a cold winter, yet Chen Yan felt a bit hot inside the house.
It was already past eight at night, and Chen Yan sat on the bed, silently counting the time, his eyes reddening as he stared at his phone.
Almost there, almost there...
Just a few more minutes...
Hah! Heaven has no means to deal with me after all.
This is called, man defeating the...
Chen Yan suddenly felt the bed beneath him shake a little.
Then, again, and again...
Next, even the house started to shake!
"Damn, an earthquake!"
PS: I’ll say it for you: this quake lasted for twenty-four hours.
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