Chapter 1382 Dayun Mountain 2

Upon hearing this, everyone took out their phones.

None of them work.

It shows that it is already after 12 o'clock in the morning.

After traveling all night, many people were too tired to stand up. Half an hour later, snoring sounds were heard one after another, and many people fell asleep.

Fu Anan sat a little further away from the fire, watching the swaying flames. She leaned against a pillar and couldn't sleep, then looked at the props she had obtained.

It just so happened that the cloth shoes on her feet had already gotten wet, so she changed into the prop shoes for the game.

The shoes looked like regular sneakers. Looking closely in the firelight, she saw a small wing jutting out from the outside, a childish touch. The instant she put them on, the dampness disappeared, leaving them feeling incredibly dry and comfortable, and as light as a feather. If everyone wasn't asleep, she'd be eager to try out a twenty percent speed increase.

The other props on display could not be used, so Fu Anan took a fancy to the game manager that had no functions written on it.

This is just like what happened with Xiao Ai and Sheri. Just think about it in your mind and it will come out.

[Wow! My dear master, you finally thought of this system! The senior game manager will be happy to serve you!]

A cheering voice rang out.

As a sub-sub-subsystem that exists for rewards, there is nothing more joyful than returning to the master's side!

Especially the system that was almost formatted.

"What's your role?"

After meeting again after a long separation, Fu Anan, who had no relevant memory, asked very pragmatically.

This time, the system was questioned.

Its original name was "High-level Butler", but now its owner's abilities have been sealed, as you can tell from the name change, "I can... accompany you in every lonely moment."

"Can you help me find my past memories?"

Sorry, no.

It is not only a housekeeper who has returned to the arms of its master, it is also a spy housekeeper. The mother system is worried about Fu Anan, so it brought it back from the destruction line, focusing on checking the owner's behavior. Once the owner regains his memory, he will be informed of the mother system.

It doesn't want to be like this, but it is under the threat of suppression and destruction.

Guilt, self-blame, fear, and a little anger.

The senior ability manager... No, it should be the senior game manager. He never thought that he was just a string of data, but his inner emotional world could be so rich.

"Does that mean you don't know anything?"

Fu Anan was a little dumbfounded after hearing this, "Then...you go back, I want to change it to something useful."

【Don’t! 】

If it is sent back, it will really be formatted!

As a sub-sub-subsystem with advanced intelligence, after experiencing another situation where it was almost destroyed, its desire to survive has never been stronger.

【I brought you something good! 】

The advanced gaming system emitted a beam of light, and a small message cube appeared out of thin air. "This is what I saved for you before it was about to be destroyed."

This information cube has no sense of weight at all, and the workmanship and details are exactly the same as the large information cube.

And then... she got two useless things.

##

Day 2 of the game

The rain outside finally stopped, but a thick fog rose in the woods.

Everyone pulled out their phones to call for help, but there was still no signal. It was broad daylight, and they noticed that the car was empty.

The driver is one of them.

Thinking of the landslide last night, where he was the hardest hit, everyone wiped their faces. At that time, everyone was afraid of being buried alive by the mudslide, and there was no time to check if there were other people in the car.

There are still 26 people in the temple now, which means that in addition to him, there are 3 people missing outside.

Now these people are divided into three factions.

One group thought that since there were so many of us, we should go back and look for them;

One group thinks that we should leave this dangerous place first;

Another group thought that the fog outside was too thick, so they waited and saw if there would be any rescue.

More than 20 people remained in a stalemate.

Among the three missing people, some were relatives, friends, or family members of a certain passenger, and then four or five people organized themselves and prepared to climb the mountain.

Of course, more people want to leave this damn place.

Even though the fog was thick outside, they were unwilling to stay in this hellish place. At least half of them stood up and prepared to leave, while looking at the remaining few who were willing to stay.

Do so many people want to leave?

It's foggy outside now. Just to be on the safe side, it would be best for players to stay inside.

Did you choose to leave in order to hide your identity as a player?

Should she stand up or sit down now?

Fu Anan frowned slightly, feeling conflicted for a long time, but in the end she didn't stand up.

never mind.

There are players in the team that wants to go out, and there may also be NPCs in the team that wants to wait for rescue, which only increases the level of suspicion.

She made it right again, avoiding the leader's sight.

"Forget it, you can stay here if you want. Once we get out and get rescued, we'll call the police and get someone to come and get you."

After that, a large group of people left.

With visibility less than five meters, their figures quickly disappeared.

What about the rest of the people?

Everyone sits in their seats and does what they are supposed to do.

##

It's the second day.

Fu Anan finally opened the woven bag she had carried with her all the way.

This large-capacity woven bag could hold quite a bit. Fu Anan opened it and found a bag of walnuts, a bag of dates, eight pancakes, and a very old army-green military canteen. Below that were various clothes, but unfortunately, they were all wet, soaking through the outside of the bag. There was also a small shovel that looked like the kind used on construction sites, which reminded her of workers in hard hats, pushing carts, toiling away under the sun.

The kettle has a large capacity.

The pancakes are a bit like baked naan, dry, thick, big, and salty in the mouth.

Whether it is walnuts or dates, they are all packed in plastic bags, each weighing about five or six pounds, which is a bit affordable for country people.

In addition to her, everyone else also brought some food.

Fu An'an looked at the remaining people. Many of them were carrying backpacks, secretly counting the food they had on them. The fattest among them was probably the family with only one child. The child's parents were with them. When they came down, they carried a suitcase. The old woman following behind was also carrying an extremely large backpack. The suitcase was filled with snacks for the children, and the old woman was carrying a lot of milk powder.

This reserve of supplies is extremely eye-catching, so it's no wonder they are unwilling to take risks.

Fu Anan withdrew her gaze, ate, and occasionally flipped through her phone to check the time.

At 11:00 am, the thick fog had not yet dissipated. Outside the temple, footsteps and shouts were heard.