"Fei Yan is right. The most difficult part of the Doomsday Game is the last ten days." Li Gao said as he wiped the gun in his hand.
"Finding other players and getting the space props is the top priority."
"Ayong, did you find anything?" Li Gao turned to the big man next to him and asked, "Among these forty people, are there any other players?"
"Yes, two new people." Ayong nodded.
"They were so stupid. They kept asking around to see who the players were. They didn't know that NPCs couldn't hear any information about the game. But I also learned from them that they didn't know about the special items."
"The rules of the game are not transparent, and you need to figure everything out on your own. This is also what I like about the game." Gao Feiyan's lips curled up slightly, "Otherwise there wouldn't be so many people to help us step on landmines."
Li Gao could not deny it and reiterated, "Pay attention and make sure to find the player with the space props."
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Fu Anan returned to her room and sat down feeling somewhat exhausted.
Thinking back on what happened in the past few days, Brother Li, Master Zhu, and Doctor Song, I was always the closest to them.
I realized it so late that I felt like I had been to the gates of hell.
No matter what was said this time, Fu Anan didn't dare to send them food anymore.
Not only that, it’s best not to pass by their room every day.
So when Fu Dafu was cursing at Fu Anan's door and asked her to deliver lunch to the sailors on the deck, Fu Anan started to play dead and pretended not to hear him.
Delivering food is like delivering one's life. If it happens a few more times, it will really be a death sentence.
"You little bastard, you are just as bad as your father! You get scared when you encounter a trivial matter. Next time, even if your father kneels down and begs me, I will not take you out to sea!" Fu Dafu cursed angrily at Fu Anan's door.
"You bastard, you're just cleaning for me instead of delivering meals. You don't do anything else. Be careful or I'll have the captain throw you out."
Cleaning is better than delivering meals.
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The eighth day of sailing survival, 6:30 in the morning
However, Fu Dafu didn't seem to want Fu Anan to be too comfortable, and deliberately allocated the corridor outside Li Ge's room and the corridor outside the infirmary to her name.
Bang, bang!
As soon as there was a noise outside, there was the sound of someone banging on the door inside.
Fu Anan stood at the door, standing on tiptoe to look inside through the small window for delivering food.
All I heard was a roar, and after a violent collision, the sound of teeth scraping against the iron door.
It makes one's back feel cold.
Fu Anan looked at the closed door and took a few steps back, feeling that Brother Li would break out.
"Useless coward! You are so timid." Fu Dafu, who was passing by, glanced at Fu Anan and kicked over the basin next to him. "You are not allowed to eat breakfast before cleaning up."
The water in the basin gathered towards the drain, forming a whirlpool.
The cleaner next to her was sympathizing with Fu Anan, wondering how there could be such an old man, but Fu Anan was staring at the small vortex in the drain.
"Aunt Li, I want to ask, where will this water flow to?"
"Of course it is discharged directly into the ocean," said Aunt Li, who was cleaning nearby. "You don't think we recycle it, do you? Of course not. We have special water filtration equipment that turns seawater into domestic water. It's very clean."
Fu Anan nodded when he heard this, "Then I feel relieved."
"You are a little girl, but you think a lot." Aunt Li smiled, "Today's breakfast is fish porridge. The fish that the sailors just caught is very fresh."
Hearing this, Fu Anan was stunned and her eyes fell on Fu Dafu who came out of the restaurant carrying a bowl of fish porridge.
(End of this chapter)