Cheng Miao didn't have the heart to feel the gratitude of everyone. Looking at the situation now, it wasn't long before dark, and the stall probably wouldn't come back.
Thanks to the sudden hail, they had no dinner.
Some players split their meal into two meals because they didn’t have enough beads, so they still had some food in their space backpack.
The same goes for Cheng Miao and the others. Lin Zhu has always been careful and will store something as long as the number of beads allows.
Now his space backpack is full of food, clothing, and clothing.
As long as it's not night, the contents of the backpack will not be refreshed.
Everyone dragged their tired bodies towards the sand dune. It was not dark yet, so they couldn't go up.
The players were sitting under the sand dune. Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention Wu Yang on the sand dune, and the sand dune was also silent without any sound.
Pu Fei silently ate another portion of food prepared for Wu Yang. After two bites, he lost his appetite and put the things away again.
Cheng Miao blocked it while Feng Shu helped Qi Siran look at the wound on his shoulder.
Qi Siran was lucky, the wound was not deep, and the bleeding has stopped now. Apart from a little pain when it was touched, no other treatment was needed.
Song Ran and Chu Yi took off their shirts.
They hesitated when they ran away just now, and they were hit the hardest.
Now that the clothes were taken off, the wheat-colored skin of the two people was covered with large bruises, and some were even swollen.
The two people turned their heads to look at the injuries on their backs, gasping in pain.
Feng Shu looked at it with a straight face, "No muscles or bones were injured, but the pain is unavoidable."
The two of them thanked each other with a sad face and put their clothes back on.
No matter what, this kind of injury is much better than Wu Yang's sunburn. Although it will hurt a little when moving, it is still bearable.
By the time everyone had eaten, it was starting to get dark, and the players were moving around.
With the experience of the previous two days, everyone climbed up with all their strength as soon as it got dark, and finally everyone climbed up the sand dune against the waves.
Once on the sand dune, everyone stopped talking.
With Xiao Xiaolin's flashlight and Jiang Chen's civilization staff, Wu Yang could vaguely be seen lying on the ground of the shed.
He seemed to want to use those wooden stools to shield him from the sudden hail.
Unfortunately, this was no ordinary hail.
After the players landed, even some iron barrels holding parasols were punctured, and a few wooden stools were of no use.
Pu Fei walked forward silently, and Jiang Chen thoughtfully walked in front to provide lighting.
Jiang Chen is always the most elegant and gentlemanly person in the team, and of course the most indifferent to some extent.
Even though Wu Yang's death was horrific, the smile on his lips did not disappear.
The corpse was supposed to be hiding under the wooden bench, but now the wooden bench was riddled with holes, and the smashed wooden bench was scattered all over the corpse in a messy manner.
The corpse was still protecting its head with its hands, but its entire body, including its head, was smashed and the blood that flowed out was mixed with the white brain matter.
Pu Fei looked at the body for a while, then took off his coat to cover the body.
No one tried to comfort him. Considering the tragic state of Wu Yang's body, everyone present was already thinking about Pu Fei's feelings before he vomited.
Everyone has used up a lot of energy today, but the shift is still worth it.
After everyone took a rest, Cheng Miao looked up at the sky. There was no moon tonight.
She seems to have discovered some patterns. The number of death taboos on this beach is constantly increasing.
And the added change is with the appearance of the moon.
While I was thinking about it, the man sitting not far away spoke.
The first class today is Cheng Miao, Qiu Dong, Jiang Chen, Tan Wen, and Feng Shu.
"Do you know Zhu Cong?" Tan Wen's voice came over in a low voice. Cheng Miao was stunned for a moment before he remembered the man in the copy of "The Immortal Wife".
Zhu Cong is a very strange player. He is very capable, but the abilities of his teammates are far behind.
In addition, he seems to have some problems seeing people, and that Fang Jing is just a vase with a bad mind.
I don’t know what Zhu Cong is trying to do.
"Well, we went through a dungeon together. Do you know him?" The vigil is boring and can easily make you sleepy. It would be better to have someone to chat with.
Tan Wen sat a little closer, keeping a polite distance.
"He's an acquaintance. We've been together a few times." Tan Wen said in a calm voice, "I saw him again in the last dungeon. All my teammates were gone, and he was the only one."
"I know you by the way. He said he is still alive thanks to you."
Cheng Miao said "Huh" and heard Tan Wen say without changing his tone.
"he died."
Cheng Miao's heart skipped a beat and went blank for a few seconds.
She and Zhu Cong were just acquaintances, and they even had a lot of conflicts in the last dungeon because of Fang Jing.
But she was still surprised to hear Zhu Cong's death.
Because Zhu Cong is very strong.
Tan Wen smiled and said, "Have you seen his teammates? Two of them are mediocre, and the other one is awesome."
"Do you know why he is so tolerant of Fang Jing?"
"Because Fang Jing is very similar to his late wife."
Cheng Miao said nothing. She felt that Tan Wen had just been lonely for a long time and wanted to find someone to chat with.
After Qin Wu's death, Tan Wen had a hard time adjusting to his condition. He rarely spoke in the group and had no one he could talk to.
Right now, he is just enjoying having someone listen to him.
So Cheng Miao listened quietly without interrupting.
"I met Zhu Cong's late wife once. She was timid and weak in ability, but the relationship between the two of them was really good."
"That Fang Jing's eyes look very much like his late wife's."
"Zhu Cong loved his wife so much that he almost smashed the hotel he was in after her death."
Tan Wen sighed, "Later, he was put into the dungeon for a week without rest as punishment, and he came out to take Fang Jing with him."
"If it weren't for Fang Jing, he might have killed himself in some book a long time ago, so he might still be grateful to Fang Jing."
Tan Wen stopped talking when he said this, leaving only the sound of night wind and shallow breathing.
Cheng Miao organized the conversation for a while before speaking cautiously.
"He should know that the wish system can resurrect his wife."
Tan Wen laughed, "But his wife was too timid. She couldn't adapt to life in the hotel, so she tried to commit suicide in the hotel."
"Zhu Cong told me that when his wife was pulled out of the car by zombies, he would never forget his wife's panic and despair in her eyes, as well as the words his wife yelled with all her strength before she was eaten."
Tan Wen paused for a moment before continuing slowly.
"His wife told Zhu Cong not to save her. If Zhu Cong tried to resurrect her, she would curse him and he would die badly."
Cheng Miao held her breath for a moment. What kind of fear could make her say such vicious words to the person she loves.
Later, Zhu Cong's attitude towards Fang Jing went astray and it cannot be said that it had nothing to do with his wife.
"Then Zhu Cong is..."
"Well, I rushed to death myself."
