Chapter 1161 The City on which the Sun Never Sets 31
Game Day 18
on the way.
Fu Anan roughly calculated the supplies in his space, and it was more than enough for two people.
Game Day 19
on the way.
The legendary Pang Tong is still far away.
Fu An'an wondered if they would pass the time of this round of the game just by being on the road.
The only person she couldn't let go of was Fu Yizhi.
Surviving in this difficult living environment, Fu An'an still has great confidence in Fu Yizhi.
But the living conditions here are very hard.
She is not worried about Fu Yizhi's survival, but she is worried about Fu Yizhi's suffering.
Whenever I see Lu Shen eating the food she prepared for her elder brother with relish, this mentality... feels a little weird.
"What's wrong?"
Lu Shen asked her with a sudden sigh.
"nothing."
She looked at the sky to prevent herself from being in a bad mood and accidentally hurting others.
Eating everything, I still have to pretend to be generous.
Game Day 20
They found a cactus on the road.
These cacti don't bear fruit, but the camels eat them with relish. Watching the camel eat, reminded Fu An'an of the fruit that he was reluctant to eat in the space.
Originally, I wanted to keep it for Fu Yizhi, but it doesn't matter if I eat one or two.
Sitting in the shadow of a large cactus, they took a rare break. They are cactus fruits, and the camel brother eats cactus leaves.
the other side
After killing the last camel and sharing the food with the tribe, Lao Li's camel team supplies have been completely declared and concluded.
At the beginning, there were a lot of supplies in the camel team. The oldest in the team is 43 years old, and the youngest is only 7 months old. Now the number is reduced by one-third, the oldest is 36 years old, and the youngest is 4 years old.
Many children died on the road.
The whole team is dead now.
And with the last camel eaten today, it got worse.
"Old Li."
His companion's eyes have become cloudy, too much pressure, malnutrition, and his companion's hair has become bald.
And a little behind them
There is also a group of more difficult escapees.
They looked numb, fearful and anxious, walking on the desert staggering as if they were about to fall at any time.
These people had no food much earlier.
There are also no old people or children here.
There are one or two younger teenagers who are clinging to their parents at this moment, not daring to leave them even half a step. All the rest are boys. Their eyes have lost the innocence that children should have, their faces are yellow and thin, and their eyes are filled with fear of the adults around them.
Walking and walking, another person fell down in front.
No sentimentality.
The man just fell down, and was surrounded by people the next moment.
The strongest man in the line walks over with the bowl, and walks out again after a while. It seemed as if nothing had happened, except that there were some blood stains on the bottom of the bowl that hadn't been cleaned up.
Immediately afterwards, more and more people moved towards it.
Some young teenagers stood still and refused to go, and they would be dragged by their parents and forced to pick up something and stuff it into their mouths.
It didn't take long for the people on the ground to become bones.
People moved forward again, as if nothing had happened, no joy, no sorrow, no sorrow, no fear, they just lived, living by a biological instinct.
Even the players who were in it were almost driven crazy by such despair.
(end of this chapter)