Desert Survival, when I entered a month in advance

Good luck to you soon: @QiuShengAqiang, I have given you supplies twice, why haven’t you done anything yet?

Wang Daxixi hurriedly clarified: I didn’t say I was going, I just support Brother Qiang, don’t get me wrong.

Survivalist Aqiang: Well, I didn’t want to disappoint and worry you all, but there’s nothing I can do now.

He then posted a picture of a dirty, black foot with a barely visible wound.

Survivalist Aqiang: I was stung by a scorpion, and the supplies and food you all gave me are too little. It may take a few days before I can leave. I am really sorry to everyone.

Chigua001: Although the scorpion venom in the game is not fatal, why is there no sign of swelling on your wound?

Survivalist Aqiang: I was bitten two days ago. Today the swelling has gone down a lot and I look a little better.

In fact, there are quite a few people like the survivor Aqiang who said he wanted to leave. Some of them collected supplies like him, and some really left, and then there was no news of them again. People who had added each other as friends clicked on his homepage, and the light blue page turned completely gray. All the real personal information could be viewed, but there was one more thing - dead.

After these days, many people have recognized the reality and realized the importance of supplies, and have asked for an explanation from those who were collecting supplies and saying they would leave on everyone's behalf.

If you are really leaving, everyone will sponsor supplies without any regrets. If you are just trying to collect supplies, you should carefully consider whether you still want to stay in Area 5001 in the future.

Everyone was skeptical about Aqiang's statement of wanting to survive.

Some people, bored, started to expose fake news and posted photos of their body parts bitten by scorpions. Some of them were already ulcerated and some were swollen with fist-sized swellings, but none of them were as mild as Aqiang's.

Faced with doubts, Aqiang, who wanted to survive, could only argue: I killed the scorpion when it just touched me. Maybe the poison did not penetrate into my body enough. Anyway, this is indeed the symptom in my body. Justice is in the hearts of the people.

Good luck will come soon: I gave you half a bottle of water, and I will keep an eye on you until you take action.

Except for a few people who still hold out a glimmer of hope, most of the onlookers have already started to add fuel to the fire.

Chigua778: This kind of person is a liar, I don’t know what you believe in.

Yumi: I suggest banning it. Everyone will scold it every time it comes out.

Chigua008: Everyone remember his number. Before trading in the mall, check to see if it is this person. Either don’t trade with him, or trade at a price higher than the market price to let him know the consequences of profiting from national disasters.

Love to eat radish: I remember there was another person who sang the same tune as him, probably they were in the same group.

Good luck comes soon: I know, it’s him @王大喜.

Wang Daxi felt more and more guilty the more he read the chat records. He was so scared when he was named. He just wanted to take advantage of the situation and get some scraps if Aqiang wanted to survive. He thought he didn't make any profit.

Seeing more and more people calling out his name, Wang Daxi's eyes rolled around, and when he saw the three words "national disaster profit", he suddenly got an inspiration.

Wang Daxi: I just support and trust Brother Qiang. Don’t put any false accusations on me. There are other people who are making money from the national disaster.

Melon Eater No. 2: Who?

Wang Daxi: That number 1, 000001, she released the news about the dark night monster, but she had already collected a lot of weapons in advance, and then she made a fortune by reselling them.

Goddess Qiqiao: I was just here to watch the fun, but if you keep talking nonsense I'm going to argue with you.

Qiqiao Niangniang: How much has her price increased? How much has it increased for other people who have weapons? Have you compared them? Her price is lower than everyone else's. Even if she didn't take weapons for resale, as soon as the Night Monsters appeared, other weapons would still increase in price, even more. It's because of her that the price hasn't increased so much.

Youzi: Exactly. They were so kind to tell us about the monster, and we can't thank them enough. Don't change the subject. Don't think everyone's stupid and can't see that you and Survivalist Aqiang are working together to steal supplies.

Chigua008: Don’t let them go, attack!!!

Chigua029: @王大喜, I am XXX, you are all XXXX, no XXX...

Sweet potato Dongdong: @QiuShengAqiang*￥……％*）*…％……&￥

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The area chat was filled with swear words, but unfortunately Feng Chan didn't see it. If she had seen it, she would definitely have cursed a few times.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Feng Chan, who had found nothing, locked the doors and windows, quickly got into bed, tucked in the quilt and went to sleep.

Most people fell asleep one after another, but danger came quietly and randomly.

The total number of people in regional chats, including world chats, decreased rapidly, and nearly 1/3 of the people were attacked by sandstorms or dark monsters.

But more people had already gone to bed and had no idea what was happening.

Woo~~Rustle~~

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Feng Chan was awakened from her sleep. There seemed to be a wolf howling outside. Looking at the anxious Jindou, she immediately walked to the window to take a closer look.

The moon was blocked by clouds and it was pitch black outside. There were only strange noises that were getting louder and louder. Feng Chan blinked hard before she could vaguely see what was outside.

"Sandstorm! Oh no, the fog-catching net!" Feng Chan rushed out of the door. The wind outside was carrying sand, making it impossible for people to open their eyes. Fortunately, she discovered it in time and successfully retrieved the already shaky fog-catching net. The bucket was fixed under the fog-catching net and was still there, but the water at the bottom had been covered with a layer of sand.

After returning to the house, Feng Chan took considerable effort to close the door.

The strong wind swept sand against the walls of the stone house, especially the glass windows, which made a rustling sound as if countless pebbles were thrown at the windows.

The doors and windows were blown loose by the wind, and occasionally you could hear the sound of them colliding with the walls of the stone house.

Feng Chan shook her body to shake out the sand that had just gotten into her clothes and ears and nose.

She felt better after sneezing several times.

The sandstorm was so fierce that Feng Chan was worried that the windows and doors would not be able to withstand it, so she took out some heavy objects from the junk pile and placed them at the door. She also nailed the windows shut with sticks made from several broken wooden boards.

Only after doing this did she breathe a sigh of relief and immediately opened the regional chat. Contrary to the rapidly growing news, the number of people was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

But in just 5 seconds, six or seven people died.

At this time, there are only 0 people in the area.

Excluding some who died in the past few days, it is only 1 a.m. and more than people have died.

A red dot lit up on the friend interface. She was about to click on it to take a look, but a phone call popped up. It was Ning Qiao calling.

Feng Chan clicked to answer the call, and an anxious female voice came from the other end: "Number 1, there are sandstorms and dark night monsters. Don't go to sleep yet."