Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

What bothered Feng Lan the most was the team of players who searched the villa complex. They had searched it once and several times!

Feng Lan felt that they were partly responsible for her death! Otherwise, even if the supermarket had no supplies, she could use it as a space, how could she not survive!

Feng Lan no longer thought about her past life and returned to the villa carefully, mainly to get rid of the little tail behind her. Even if she didn't have any supplies in her hands, a lone woman could easily be targeted by some players, and she also understood what those players were thinking.

You don't have any, but what about your home? You don't have any at home? Impossible! I'll go check it out. It doesn't matter if you don't have any. Having a place to stay is good; it's warmer than the streets.

In the first dungeon, in addition to the threat of low temperatures, Feng Lan felt that more of the threat actually came from the players, because you never know what disgusting things some people might do in order to survive or to drag someone down with them before they die.

On the way, Feng Lan dealt with a few trembling players who tried to rob her clothes, and finally returned to the villa.

Compared to the previous seven crazy busy days in real life, Feng Lan found herself suddenly free and had nothing to do today.

She thought about it and decided to have a hotpot meal to reward herself for her hard work.

After all, she hadn't had a good rest for eleven days. The only time she slept for a long time was last night, when she slept for ten hours, which was the longest time.

Feng Lan felt like she was about to die suddenly, and the faint dark circles under her eyes were the best proof of staying up late.

I washed the pot and didn't bother with the nine-grid layout. I took out a piece of hot pot base made of butter and added some water to it. When the water started to bubble, the smell of the hot pot base filled the whole room and stubbornly seeped out through the tightly closed window.

The table was filled with Feng Lan's favorite ingredients, including beef balls, vegetables, potatoes, beef rolls, beef throat, duck blood, pork intestines, crispy sausage...all of which she liked to eat.

Feng Lan made another cup of Grape Milk Tea, added ice and sugar, and drank it for two hours.

After eating, she smelled like hot pot and was sweating profusely. She lay lazily on the sofa, touching her stomach, feeling a little bloated.

As for the sounds outside such as “Oh who is eating?”, “What a strong smell, so fragrant!”, “Oh damn, it must be the Chinese cooking!”, “Oh my God, what a strange smell”, she pretended not to hear them. After all, NPCs have no human rights.

After cleaning the villa, Feng Lan strolled around the yard to get rid of the smell on her body. It was nine o'clock in the evening. It always gets dark very early in winter. It was almost dark at around six o'clock. Feng Lan couldn't stand the cold wind anymore and returned to the villa dejectedly.

I took a shower and had a good sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already the next day. Feng Lan looked at the time in a daze. It was already noon the next day, and the sky outside was gray and bright.

She slept for a full fifteen hours.

However, when Feng Lan woke up today, he really felt that he was full of energy and his body was no longer tired. The fatigue of more than ten days was swept away, his hands were no longer sore, and he could even shoot for five hours at the shooting range!

Feng Lan had a delicious breakfast of a bowl of millet porridge, two corns, a cup of freshly squeezed soy milk and a tea egg, then went out.

Today's goal: buy a gun! And get a target shooting percentage of seven or above! Otherwise, if she buys a gun and can't hit anyone, it would be a big loss.

Feng Lan took the small amount of money that he had just received from "financing" yesterday to the shooting range.

Feng Lan fought for five hours.

Feng Lan left with the order for guns and bullets, an empty wallet and a tired body. Coach John waved his handkerchief happily behind him.

The other party promised to deliver the items to the place she specified within three days. At the same time, because of her generous order, Feng Lan successfully became a VIP member of the shooting range and received more considerate service from coach John during practice.

When leaving, Feng Lan had already started practicing with moving targets. John sincerely praised her for her shooting talent and recommended a new course to Feng Lan.

Feng Lan, a big client with empty pockets, calmly refused. She really... had no money left, all had been drained dry.

"By the way, Lan, the experts say we might see the lowest temperature in a century, dropping below -100 degrees Celsius! I heard it's a cold wave, so be careful and stay safe."

Perhaps it was because Feng Lan's frankness (for money) touched John, so John revealed an uncertain piece of news to her, which Feng Lan wrote down thoughtfully.

"Minus one hundred degrees? Is that true?"

"Hahaha, who knows? But if it really gets to -100 degrees Celsius, the oceans will freeze over. Humans will probably have no choice but to survive underground, and won't be able to move on the surface at all. A gust of wind can blow human body temperature down to below zero, and if there's a blizzard, they'll be frozen into ice sculptures."

John laughed as if he didn't know what horrible words he had said.

Feng Lan couldn't laugh. In fact, she felt that the temperature of minus sixty degrees Celsius on the twentieth day of the copy was already terrifying.