As his thoughts wandered freely, Lu Shen actually fell asleep.
midnight.
After being injured and being roughly treated by Fu Anan, he began to have a high fever, which can probably be called the critical period during the operation.
Lu Shen's consciousness gradually became confused and sank. A feeling of infinite sinking indicated that the situation was very bad. The strong consciousness of waking up and the problem of the body resisted each other, and a subtle balance of power emerged. If you win, you will wake up, and if you lose, you have to start over.
Lu Shen's brows were furrowed unconsciously, and his subconscious mind was resisting fiercely at this moment. Suddenly, a foul smell rushed in, and the smell was smelly and irritating, as if a needle pricked him in his sleep.
He is awake!
The ointment, which still smelled bad after several hours, pulled him back from the brink of death. The fire in the room was still burning, and he looked at Fu Anan in the backlight, "Fu Chou Chou..."
What a lucky little star.
Fu Anan, who got up in the middle of the night to eat barbecue, turned her head back and said, "Lu Shen, can you please stop giving me nicknames?"
Or is it the insulting word "stinky".
"I'm dizzy and hot."
Fu Anan looked at him when she heard that and found that his face was very red.
At first I thought it was reflected by the fire, but when I looked closely I realized it was his natural color.
I reached out and touched his forehead, it was burning hot.
He was sweating a lot and looked very exhausted.
Seeing this, Fu Anan sighed, got some salt water from the space and fed it to him, and used the water to wipe his upper body to cool down.
"I have done everything I should do. Whether you live or die, you owe me a favor."
As she did so, she muttered, "Whether you can survive now depends on you. It's not my responsibility. Also, where are your supplies hidden? The next round of resurrection may not be here. You might as well give me a break instead of giving others a break. When you are about to die in the future, I will definitely save you."
Fu Anan began to calculate his "legacy".
Lu Shen woke up intermittently throughout the night, and the next morning, his fever had subsided.
Since the game, people's physical fitness has improved more or less. After having a fever all night, Lu Shen recovered visibly.
Game Day 17
Over the vast desert
A camel caravan is moving slowly.
People's faces were pale and their eyes were numb. Although they were called a camel caravan, there were only two camels left in the whole team. They had thrown away most of the supplies, and the remaining supplies were what they were reluctant to throw away, and were hung on their bodies in large and small bags.
This was the camel caravan that first arrived at the Baimang Gobi Desert.
They walked a long way, and there was not much food left, and the water was almost gone. They killed the camel that transported the food along the way, and in order to replenish their water, they could only drink its blood.
"Lao Li, we'll reach the next Gobi Desert a little further down the road. Do you think there's really water there?"
The companion who originally looked young and energetic now had a face full of dirt and wrinkles, a beard and hair that had grown out, and chapped lips that bled when he spoke, making him look thirty years older.
"I hope so."
They passed three deserts where water sources dried up. Lao Li himself was unsure, "The one ahead can be considered an oasis. If there is no water there, then Pangtong might be the only place with water."
If that's the case...
Old Li looked up at the huge sun in the sky. He didn't understand why there was suddenly no water everywhere.
Is this God's punishment for them
(End of this chapter)