The spirit paused, then added, "However, I remember the boss has a vintage car from the 1930s in his collection. I wonder if it's still usable?"

Classic car?

Mo Lan's lips twitched slightly; she would rather choose the Harley-Davidson.

"Tomb Spirit, haven't you recovered yet?"

After talking for a while, Mo Lan still couldn't see the Tomb Spirit. Although that guy usually floated around her like a dark cloud, she could at least see him.

"Boss, I no longer have a physical body, so I can only reside within the mandala from now on... Actually, this result is not bad, at least I didn't fall into a deep sleep."

The spirit of the tomb paused for a moment, then made a self-deprecating remark.

Mo Lan: "...Is there any way to salvage this?"

"I spent over a thousand years in a submerged tomb at the bottom of the sea before I regained consciousness..." Without a stroke of luck, the chances are slim.

"·····"

After leaving the mandala, Mo Lan picked up a bow and arrow and pulled out a barbecue grill.

I went into the forest and hunted two goats and a few pheasants, which I then skewered and roasted over a fire.

As the sun set, the only things in the clearing of the woods besides the flickering fire were the aroma of meat in the air.

"Sizzle~",

Oil splattered everywhere.

"It smells so good! I'm so hungry!"

With the sound of rustling footsteps, you could hear people slurping their saliva even before they appeared.

When the boys who had peeked out saw Mo Lan sitting by the campfire, their eyes lit up.

"Instructor, were you waiting for us?" A few dirty-looking boys approached, grinning.

Mo Lan looked at Group A, who had appeared first. Although they were in a sorry state, at least no one was injured.

"Now that you're back, go clean it up first; the smell is too strong."

"Yes, instructor."

More than a month of training has made them accustomed to obeying orders.

Fifteen minutes later, Group B also appeared.

"Instructor, we're back!"

Mo Lan frowned as she looked at the members of Team B. They were filthy, dressed in tattered clothes, and several of them were injured.

"You let wild animals attack you?"

"Instructor, how did you know..." The captain of Group B was surprised and had just opened his mouth when he saw the people from Group A appear, chatting and laughing.

The difference between the two groups was immediately apparent. The captain of Group B pursed his lips, too embarrassed to explain further.

"Alright, go clean up first, and apply medicine to the injured ones when you come back."

Mo Lan waved her hand, dismissing them.

Time was of the essence; the ten-day survival training was over, and the next task was about to begin.

The team members, who had just finished cleaning, had their eyes light up when they saw the roasted meat. They had been going hungry for the past ten days and couldn't resist the aroma.

Mo Lan shook her head and picked out a piece of golden-brown lamb leg for herself. "Eat quickly, and get a good night's rest after you're full. The new special training starts tomorrow."

"Yes, instructor!" Finally, we can have something hot to eat.

Mo Lan finished off a piece of lamb leg and tore off two chicken wings, cleaned them thoroughly, and then leisurely returned to her tent to rest.

"Instructor, what are you doing here?" Jia Yi looked at Mo Lan's tent and grinned as he approached.

"A tent, for sleeping." With a zipper, Mo Lan zipped up the tent in front of Jia Yi.

"Then how will we brothers sleep?" Jia asked, rubbing his hands together, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Find a way yourself."

"·····"

Despite Jia's repeated attempts to look back, he couldn't change Mo Lan's mind.

"Captain, what... what is that thing, Instructor?" The other team members gathered around the captain as he returned, asking curiously.