Chapter 171: Global Extreme Cold 14
Chu Yian admitted that she occasionally lent a helping hand to others, but only when it didn’t harm her own interests.
She wouldn’t be so saintly as to keep an unstable element by her side.
“We can’t take you with us.”
Chu Yian shook her head, “I won’t pursue the matter of you climbing onto our vehicle. Just follow the tire tracks and walk back yourself.”
“Wait!”
Hearing Chu Yian’s refusal, the middle-aged man called out to her again, “Following you isn’t completely useless. I have a Medical Hand!”
The two players had a car and were well-equipped, and he really didn’t want to miss out. To stay, he even revealed his ability, “If someone is injured but not yet dead, I can instantly heal all their wounds. How great would it be if you took me along? It’s all profit, no loss!”
Chu Yian paused at his words. It was indeed a good ability, but it couldn’t sway her decision.
As she finished speaking, she walked towards the car door. Just as the two of them had taken two steps, the middle-aged man suddenly lunged from behind. He violently pulled a fruit knife from his embrace and stabbed towards Lu Qingyuan.
He truly refused to drink a toast and insisted on a forfeit.
He didn’t care if these two were there or not; he absolutely had to get that car!
The middle-aged man’s viciousness was fully revealed, yet the knife in his hand struck nothing.
Lu Qingyuan dodged the fruit knife, and his military shovel sliced across the man’s hand. The next strike landed on his head, and blood immediately gushed out.
The cold metal met warm flesh.
When Lu Qingyuan pulled out the military shovel, a large chunk of flesh was stuck to it. The middle-aged man writhed in pain on the ground. Lu Qingyuan pulled Chu Yian’s sleeve and got her into the car.
Chu Yian actually wanted to go for the kill.
Out of consideration for Lu Qingyuan being nearby, and to prevent him from thinking she was ruthless, she held back.
The vehicle sped away, and Chu Yian’s brows were furrowed.
On the other side, a silver medical kit appeared beside the man writhing in pain on the ground.
He tremblingly crawled up and opened the box. Inside, three injectors lay quietly.
The middle-aged man picked up an injector and plunged it into his heart. His face instantly turned red, even purple. Then came another bout of frantic convulsions, until five minutes later, he finally crawled up from the snow.
The wound, larger than a palm, had vanished. He stood in the snow, looking with hatred at the departing vehicle…
Inside the snowmobile, Lu Qingyuan noticed that Chu Yian’s mood hadn’t been good since they encountered that middle-aged man. He uncharacteristically asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”
Could it be that she felt guilty for not taking him with them?
“We let him go so easily just now. Won’t he seek revenge on us? I should have nipped it in the bud.”
Damn it, the more she thought about it, the more she regretted it.
Chu Yian clicked her tongue. She shouldn’t have hesitated then.
This wasn’t guilt; this was the King of Hell regretting not having sent someone to the afterlife.
Lu Qingyuan shifted his gaze back to the front, “He was so severely injured he won’t live much longer. Moreover, in such a vast world, it’s not that easy to run into him again.”
That middle-aged man said he could miraculously heal, and Chu Yian was more inclined to believe he was still alive. However, Lu Qingyuan was right; the world was so big, it was unlikely they’d easily run into him.
Besides, killing him in this round of the game was useless; he’d be alive again after leaving the game.
Forget it.
Consider it a good deed for the day.
Chu Yian sighed.
Lu Qingyuan glanced at her when he heard her sigh—the little King of Hell.
Chu Yian had no idea what he was thinking at the moment. She picked up the map and observed it carefully, “How much further is it to the Oasis?”
“At this speed, passing through the city at night, we should reach it in about three days.”
Looking at the map was not as good as asking the human GPS.
Chu Yian nodded at his words, meaning they would probably reach the Oasis around the twelfth day of the game. It might be too late to aim for the top 10,000 at this time, but the top 50,000 should still be achievable.
Players who clear the game in the top 50,000 can get 50 points, which is quite appealing.
Chu Yian estimated that achieving this rank would still be very good. After all, points are like money; no one would complain about having too much.
Game Day 9, average temperature -22 degrees Celsius.
Game Day 10, average temperature -24 degrees Celsius.
The temperature hadn’t changed much these two days, and more and more people were coming out of the city.
The snowmobile still caused a stir when passing through the city, but they already had previous experience. They floored the accelerator, not stopping for anyone, and as long as they weren’t blocked by over a hundred people in front, the snowmobile was enough to push these people aside.
They also encountered some people fleeing on foot.
On the vast white land, these people were as tiny as black ants. The freezing temperatures had already caused them frostbite; the refugees were all dispirited, swaying as they walked.
Their destination was the mountain range visible to the naked eye. The midday sun shone on the mountaintop, and the orange light reflected by the glaciers was like dazzling jewels.
Once they crossed that mountain, the temperature on the other side would be several degrees higher than here!
Unfortunately, the mountain looked close but was still too far away.
Hope leads to exhaustion.
Their original team of several hundred people dwindled. Some collapsed while walking, some never woke up after sleeping, and others got lost in the heavy snow… People were almost losing hope of survival due to the extreme low temperatures.
“There’s a car!”
Suddenly, someone pointed behind them and shouted.
This sound brought a glimmer of life to the silent team. Everyone turned their heads to look behind them.
A car!
It was indeed a car!
The fleeing people excitedly waved at the car behind them, using their last bit of strength to run towards it. Unfortunately, the car didn’t stop and sped past them.
How could a group of hungry and frozen people outrun a car? They could only watch helplessly as the car arrived and then left.
Despair once again clouded their hearts. Some held their family members and children, silently letting tears turn into ice shards on their faces.
“That car seems to have thrown something out.”
Someone looked into the distance, vaguely seeing that the car seemed to have stopped. A person got out of the car, dragged something, and threw it onto the snow.
What good thing could be thrown away?
They no longer had the strength to run. Hunger and cold had left them without even the strength to speak. Their legs, long numb from the cold, moved mechanically. It took them a long time to reach the spot where the object was thrown.
It was a bundle wrapped in a gray bedsheet.
They didn’t know what was inside, but the bedsheet could be used for warmth. Someone reached out to pick up the bedsheet, but suddenly felt something was off beneath their hand.
People opened the bedsheet, and with a rustle, the contents spilled out.
It was high-sugar, high-calorie biscuits!
A whole large bag of biscuits! The hungry crowd immediately pounced on them, tearing open packages and swallowing them in large mouthfuls.
Lifesaving food!
People continuously stuffed their mouths, and when they choked, they scooped up some snow and put it in their mouths. Until the hunger slowly disappeared, soft sobs began to be heard around them… There was still such a long way to go, yet hope seemed to have reappeared.
