Famine Survival Guide

Before going to bed that night, Zhou Jian rarely took the initiative to speak up, saying that he had something to say.

The victim was lying in the tent drowsy, feeling that it was raining too much and even the tent was very damp. Tomorrow, he would take the covered mat out to dry in the sun. When he first heard him talking, he thought he was hallucinating. "What did you say?"

Seeing his attitude of waking up from a dream on Monday, he could only repeat it patiently, saying, "I have something to tell you."

"Then tell me!" The victim yawned, half-lidded his eyelids, and could only vaguely see the outline of Zhou Yijian, except for those eyes, the rest were black.

The two green lights in the tent went out for a moment, Zhou Yijian blinked his eyes, "I should be there..." The victim was a little impatient to hear his hesitation, "You want a birthday present? What a big deal!"

"No, um, gifts are also needed... I mean, if there is something wrong with me at that time, you can tie me up, anyway, don't get too close to me... Do you understand?" Zhou Jian weighed his words, He expressed his meaning as completely as possible, and asked a question at the end.

The victim thought for a while, guessing that it might be because of his race. He would mutate when he was an adult?Or mad?Then I asked him, "Are you always like this at your age?"

Zhou Yijian nodded, and then remembered that the victims could not see, so he added: "Yes."

"very dangerous?"

"Not necessarily..." It wasn't that there was no security in the tribe before, but he was afraid that the priest would be hurt in case.

The man in distress yawned again, stretched out his hand from under the quilt to touch Zhou Yijian's head, rubbed his ears that were pricked up at night, and replied, "I see, we will see the situation when the time comes." If this kid If there is a sign of madness, he will serve him with hemp rope, and if he is obedient, forget it.

Zhou Yijian got the right words, and he relaxed a lot. He silently watched the priest close his eyes and breathe steadily. He leaned closer, and the sleeping person rolled into his arms spontaneously with the heat source. The priest, who looked extraordinarily docile after stretching his brows and eyes, lowered his head and secretly kissed the other person's forehead, so that he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

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In the days that followed, the survivors saw each other on Monday, except that they collected a few rabbits in the morning and evening, beat a dozen spiders to collect meat, and stayed in the base to sharpen nails. The sun was shining for several days in a row, and the victims met on Monday for assistance. Finally, the boat was set up before the rain, and a layer of waterproof oil was applied. After the luggage was packed, we could really go to sea.

But there are still some things to prepare before that.

After all, it is a boat for two people. It is impossible to stuff it into a backpack of that size. The victims must find a place close to the coast to build a teleportation device. When the time comes, the boat will be teleported there directly, and a lightning rod must be built next to the teleportation device. , after all, it will be struck by lightning after teleportation, and the lightning rod will be safer.

The castaway and Zhou Yijian studied the map for a while, and chose a location near the sea that was relatively close to the base. If you rode a wolf, you could get there in half a day, and it would take a day to go back and forth.

Afterwards, the victims regretted that they did not live near the sea, otherwise they would have been able to make a lot of effort.

Taking advantage of the sun to put the second pine oil on the boat, the survivors brought enough materials and went straight to the selected place to build the transmission device. After the construction was completed, they put three purple gemstones as a power source in one go. I feel distressed. Returning to the base endlessly to pinch the rabbit.

Now that he has saved enough food, he keeps his spirit at a dangerous limit. The rabbits he sees all look terrified with black air all over their bodies. What they get after strangling them is not normal meat, but monster meat or nightmare fuel. If you're lucky, it'll be a beard.

The victim needs four beards to make a life-saving magic flesh statue, but his luck has always been very bad. He only got two after pinching the rabbits he saved for several days, and the previous one just happened to be short of one.

Seeing that there are no rabbits to pinch today, the victims can only eat a roasted green mushroom to bring the San value back to the normal line. Let's continue when there are rabbits tomorrow.

Due to the loss of a bunch of monster meat and nightmare fuel, the castaway made two monster meat puff pastry for Zhou Yijian at night. He was very satisfied with the food, and put on the shadow cloak handed to him by the castaway without asking. .

The shadow cloak has too many disadvantages, the defense is high but the san value will be consumed quickly. The victim was very happy when he made this handsome cloak. After wearing it for 2 minutes, he was shocked and took it off. Seeing on Monday, there is no trouble of losing san , This is not like other armors that make him uncomfortable, just put a batch on the body lightly, and because the material is such a magical thing as nightmare fuel, it will not be torn even if it turns into a wolf cloak. It will change its shape according to his appearance. I saw it several times on Monday, and I was happy to throw the victim down and licked his face wildly.

The victim finally got out of the wolf's mouth, wiped the saliva on his face and stared at Zhou Yi, but when he asked him to borrow the cloak to lower the san value the next day, he still looked unhappy, and the victim cursed at him in anger. He looks like a wolf.

Fortunately, this day was lucky, the four rabbits pinched out a beard, and at last they had enough materials for the magic statue, and once the statue was finished, they would really go to sea.

The future is unknown, life and death are uncertain.

The author has something to say:

I'm going to sea tomorrow, am I awesome!

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It’s 8w words, and the content of the shipwreck will soon follow, the rhythm will definitely be faster than ROG’s, but I’m hesitating whether to write about meeting the tribe on Monday, all the writing will be original content, and I’m afraid it will be too long Already, little angels, please give me some advice.