[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-148":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336202,4567,"Chapter 148: Fear Under the Blizzard","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-148",148,"\u003Cp>Using a tow hook, they dragged Tang Tang’s Land Cruiser onto the asphalt, and Song Shanhe pulled out tools to help He Guang remove the tire, meanwhile handing out altitude-sickness pills to everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai stood aside, feeling this journey along the New Tibet Line was going unusually poorly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d already blown two tires just getting here—something that rarely happened; bad luck like this wasn’t common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Nanzhou got out of the car, looked at the scene, and sneered: “Three of them are already severely affected by altitude sickness—if something happens mid-journey, there’s nowhere to rescue them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can’t speak properly, then say less,” Zhou Sihai raised his voice, then coughed twice from the thin high-altitude air. “Everyone has enough oxygen and medicine—what’s there to worry about with altitude sickness? Save your energy and rest a bit; you’ll be driving soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph!” Liu Nanzhou showed disdain and turned back into the car. “Even with such poor physical condition, you’re still running around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Wan and Xia Xiaoxing exchanged a glance beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the ones most severely affected by altitude sickness—even after acclimatizing and taking medicine, they still felt sudden, unbearable discomfort. But as Zhou Sihai said, even if they suffered, with oxygen and medicine, they could still push through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Huuu—!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold wind blew past; Xia Xiaoxing pulled her neck in, greeted Su Wan, and immediately ducked back into the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaochuan looked up at the gray, hazy sky and felt the wind had strengthened, slicing against his skin like knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Zhou Sihai said: “Everyone, get back in the cars to rest. Guang, how much longer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Guang crouched on the ground, hands and feet swift: “Twenty minutes, old Zhou. You should get back in too—it’s freezing out here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai didn’t refuse. He glanced at Tang Tang, whose forehead had already been treated simply and showed no serious effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Tang, stay in the car with Su Wan for now. Once the tire’s fixed, you won’t drive anymore—Shanhe will take over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay.” Tang Tang didn’t object; her beautiful face was pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Guang and Song Shanhe worked quickly; under twenty minutes, the tire was repaired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the yellow Land Cruiser started again, the entire convoy resumed its journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, the convoy drove far more cautiously. Zhou Sihai periodically reminded everyone via radio to check their tires and slow their breathing to avoid severe altitude sickness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He constantly monitored the sky and altitude gauge; as elevation climbed steadily, they soon reached the Qitai Daban pass and saw a metal sign: “Qitai Daban, Elevation 5170m,” along with unreadable Uyghur script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they weren’t stopping to rest, everyone parked here to take photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all—they’d come this far!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at over five thousand meters, everyone began showing signs of altitude sickness—even Zhou Sihai was no exception; all their faces looked terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as elevation rose further, the vehicles’ power dropped sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People needed oxygen; so did cars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone had no strength left to speak, focused solely on driving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind intensified and the temperature dropped. Zhou Sihai checked the car’s thermometer: it read -18°C. By dawn, it might drop another seven or eight degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this hellish weather, hardly anyone would dare enter the New Tibet Line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He organized this self-drive trip to challenge himself, originally planning for ten vehicles—but ended up with only six, including two last-minute additions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, frost fogged the windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaochuan turned on the defogger, eyes locked on the road ahead and Su Wan’s vehicle ahead. The downhill stretch of Qitai Daban was rough, the pavement shifting from asphalt to gravel, with more and more potholes and hidden ditches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Zhou, the sky looks wrong—it’s going to snow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Guang’s voice crackled through the radio, his breathing rapid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing “snow,” Xia Xiaoxing leaned toward the window and saw the previously overcast sky seeming to brew something ominous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai clearly saw the changing weather; his face darkened: “All vehicles reduce speed, maintain distance, follow my car, and don’t deviate from the route. The downhill is steep, the road is full of potholes and frozen ground—be extra careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Liu Nanzhou’s face turned grim: “I remember there’s a military outpost at Tian Shuihai—we could take shelter there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai nodded: “It’s still over fifty kilometers to Tian Shuihai outpost—minimum two hours to drive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he finished than fine snowflakes began drifting down. At first sparse, they quickly turned into heavy, swirling snowflakes, reducing visibility to under ten meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow came without warning; every heart jolted, and everyone instinctively slammed on the brakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the blizzard, Zhou Sihai’s eyes flickered with panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck! Shit!” he cursed, snatching up the radio. “Slow to 10 kph. Turn on fog lights. Move slowly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaochuan turned on the fog lights; their beams struggled to cut through the snow. Xia Xiaoxing sat in the passenger seat, pale, one hand gripping the oxygen mask, the other clutching the handle, breathing heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, I… I’m scared!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaochuan glanced at the thermometer: outside temperature had hit -20°C. In this hellish weather, if the engine died, it might not restart at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, the convoy had Fang Chengbao hybrids—no worries about battery drain from other vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be afraid. The snow won’t last long. And the outpost is just dozens of kilometers away—we can shelter there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does the outpost have soldiers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Troops are stationed there year-round. If trouble arises, you can ask them for help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaoxing felt slightly reassured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t know that while help was available, they still had to reach the outpost. At 10 kph on this road in this weather, it would take over five hours to reach the outpost from Qitai Daban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow grew heavier; the road quickly vanished under deep snow, turning treacherously slick. Xiang Nian gripped the steering wheel tightly, following Zhou Sihai’s vehicle. He was a veteran of this convoy, having joined since Zhou Sihai founded it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d never traversed such brutal weather before—his heart was now fluttering with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he’d driven many self-drive routes, this was his first time facing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his car lurched sideways, the steering wheel spun out of control, and the vehicle shot straight toward the roadside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Nian roared, trying to correct the wheel—but the slick road rendered the car uncontrollable. With a crash, it slammed into a massive boulder; the front hood caved in, and the engine coughed twice before dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sudden mishap startled Song Shanhe behind him, who slammed on the brakes—his car skidded sideways and collided with the Land Cruiser behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Su Wan, Xia Xiaochuan, and He Guang reacted quickly, tapping their brakes gently and slowing to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened?” Zhou Sihai bellowed over the radio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The car skidded—I and Old Xiang both slid off the road. My car’s fine, engine still running. Xiang, you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Engine’s dead. Don’t know the exact issue—need to check.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai slammed his fist on the steering wheel, pulled over sharply—but staring at the blizzard, his heart was in chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guang, get out and inspect. Everyone else stay in your vehicles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Guang replied, parked behind Xia Xiaochuan’s G-Wagon, then jumped out—immediately, the howling snow and extreme cold struck him like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking hell, this weather.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Guang cursed, rushing toward the two stranded vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Xiang Nian opened his door and stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Xiang, pop the hood—I’ll check.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Thud!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the hood opened, He Guang crouched to inspect the front—checked left and right, found no faults: engine and oil were intact, only the front bumper dented. But that alone shouldn’t cause a no-start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be underneath?” His face darkened; he began inspecting the undercarriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he did, his expression turned black—strong gasoline fumes flooded his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal fuel line beneath the car had snapped; gasoline leaked everywhere. No wonder it died—no fuel pressure meant no start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this kind of damage? Impossible to repair in this godforsaken place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guang, what’s the situation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai’s voice came through the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wrecked!” He Guang shouted loudly. “Old Xiang’s car is done—can’t move. All the fuel’s leaked out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the car, Liu Nanzhou complained: “I told you not to come on this New Tibet Line at this time—you insisted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up! Did I force you to come?” Zhou Sihai exploded with long-suppressed rage. “You came of your own will—is this what I wanted?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Nanzhou shouted back: “You dare say that? You lose money in business, your daughter rebels—you can’t do anything right!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their argument grew fierce, piercingly loud—but the blizzard drowned it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Zhou, make a decision,” Song Shanhe said over the radio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai pulled his oxygen mask over his face, took several deep breaths, then said: “Move the gear. Transfer everything from Old Xiang’s car to the others. Keep going. Leave this one behind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Nian immediately objected: “If we come back later, the car might be gone. Why not tow it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Sihai: “….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t argue: “Fine. Then tow it. Your car follows last—Guang will tow you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the plan was settled, everyone moved quickly. Soon, both the Land Cruiser and the Land Cruiser were pulled free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as they resumed driving, even with tire chains, the vehicles began slipping again—soon, they were completely stuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Zhou Sihai chose to drive off the road, finding a flat gravel patch beside it, and ordered all vehicles to circle together, waiting for the storm to pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they waited—until nightfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After one full day, snow depth reached nearly fifty centimeters. At this thickness, the vehicles couldn’t move at all—even if wheels turned, they’d just spin; extrication was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What now?” Tang Tang asked over the radio. “Is idling the engine safe?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among all the vehicles, only Su Wan’s Fang Chengbao could idle indefinitely. The rest were gasoline cars—idling not only risked damage, but their batteries would drain quickly under these conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if Zhou Sihai hadn’t been experienced enough to order them to clear snow from exhaust pipes, they might already have suffered carbon monoxide poisoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guang, Shanhe, Xia Xiaochuan, Old Xiang—shut off engines and get out. Clear the snow around us. Build a fire. Idling has reached its limit. Everyone else, go to Su Wan’s car. Solve this immediate problem first. Survive tonight. If nothing goes wrong, tomorrow’s snow will melt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Zhou Sihai’s orders, everyone moved swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five men had pale faces but worked busily; four women also looked unwell, huddled inside the cars, still warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, a patch of snow seven or eight meters across was cleared from the road, the canopy was raised, the stove and firewood were quickly prepared, and as the flames rose, a warmth slowly spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Fang Chengbao’s headlights as the only light, the aroma of food on each stove gradually rose, and the earlier atmosphere of panic and tension finally eased somewhat after everyone ate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When everyone held their hot water and sat gathered beneath the canopy, though still cold, they gradually grew calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, I’m sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xiaoxing tugged at Xia Xiaochuan’s hand; Xia Xiaochuan gripped it in return: “I’ll add twenty thousand when we get back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have any shame?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1882,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ed24d976b51c93f116210cdd751cc7c110216e29267712154f0aa4399fcf664f","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-149","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-147",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]