Chapter 149

No. 80 was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

If he had known earlier, he would have chosen to catch up with No. 12 (Song Yue) and the others immediately instead of hesitating and standing still behind them!

As a result, the best opportunity to catch up was missed, and Person No. 12 disappeared in a flash without leaving even a trace.

Helplessly, he had to follow No. 21 and No. 22, hoping to find No. 12.

However, bad luck struck him.

No. 21 and No. 22 were robbed on the way. The robber had a knife in his hand and had a fierce look on his face. No. 80 knew that he was no match for him, so he quickly retracted his neck and lay down on the sand slope, pretending that he knew nothing.

The male tasker actually noticed him, but he was obviously not interested in him as he was the last one. He just glanced at him and then looked away. He tied up No. 21 and then took No. 22 away.

By the time No. 80 reacted, the man and No. 22 had disappeared, and No. 21 was left there.

No. 80 was so upset that he beat his chest and stamped his feet!

It’s bad enough that we lost track of No. 12, but now we can’t even keep track of our only hope, No. 22.

Now, in this vast desert, where can he find someone he can trust?

He lamented in his heart and didn't notice the dark sandstorm coming towards him.

It was not until he heard the sound of No. 21 struggling that he panicked and discovered the sand wall not far away that was more terrifying than a tsunami!

He grew up in a city on the edge of the desert and experienced several rare and severe sandstorms as a child.

He thought the sandstorm level in his childhood memory was already high enough, but compared with the sand wall in front of him that seemed to have no top, the former was nothing.

Oh no! He needs to find a place to lie down quickly!

Once the sand is inhaled into the mouth, nose and lungs, people will suffocate to death without any chance of rescue.

The survival experience he gained as a child motivated No. 80 to take action.

He did not choose to escape like No. 21, but dug a hole on the spot to create a simple shelter for himself.

The pit should be dug on the slope facing away from the sandstorm so that it will not be hit head-on.

The second thing is to find a rock that can withstand the strong wind, the bigger the better.

But will there be any in the desert?

No. 80's heart was pounding and his eyes were constantly looking around.

Stay calm, stay calm, he told himself.

This is a dungeon, and there must be some skills to pass it, otherwise all the taskers in the desert will die in the sandstorm.

Just like the high-altitude plane crash in the previous promotion copy, anyone who heard about it would think that there was no chance of survival, but in the copy he was in, nearly half of the people managed to pass the level.

He himself is one of the people who passed the level.

So nothing is impossible. The more desperate the situation is, the more you need to stay calm.

After thinking quickly, No. 80 actually dug out a large rock under the sand, the diameter of which was longer than his arm span.

It’s this size!

Even the strongest winds cannot blow away stones of this weight.

No. 80 got to work right away. He rolled up his sleeves and dug a hole underneath with the stone as the center.

The rapid consumption of his physical strength caused him to receive a system alert, and he entered a state of "slight fatigue" and "slight hunger" at the same time.

It’s okay, don’t panic, he gritted his teeth to comfort her, just get through the sandstorm first, and we’ll deal with the rest later!

Soon he dug out a shallow pit, which was located right under the big rock, but because there were tiptoes around the rock, a hollow was formed in the middle.

No. 80 tore off some of his clothes, made a mask for himself, then lay on his back and squeezed himself in little by little.

The sandstorm came with a roar, and the sky darkened in an instant.

No. 80 quickly closed his eyes and tried to slow down his breathing.

The hurricane swept in, bringing with it extremely concentrated sand. Gravel kept brushing past my ears, like a bunch of blades, cutting my ears and the exposed parts of my cheeks, causing pain.

Even though he was scared, No. 80 didn't dare to move an inch.

Now he relies entirely on the big rock on his body for protection, otherwise the strong wind outside can easily blow him into the sky.

He didn't know how long he maintained this posture. Only after he felt the sound of the wind in his ears gradually died down did he finally dare to open his eyes little by little.

The raging sand was still roaring, but it was much smaller than at the beginning.

This means the storm belt has moved away.

No. 80 finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was exhausted from the long period of tension, and the color bar on the upper left side had dropped noticeably.

All three of his statistics were only 55 points.

[HP: Below 75%, movement will be restricted to a certain extent; below 50%, movement will be significantly restricted; below 25%, the ability to move will be lost.]

[Health: Below 75%, there is a certain chance of suffering from mild illness; below 50%, there is a certain chance of suffering from more serious illness; below 25%, there is a greater chance of suffering from severe illness.]

[Fatigue: Below 75%, HP and health will decrease by 1 each time. Below 50%, HP and health will decrease by 2 each time. Below 25%, HP and health will decrease by 5 each time.]

Taking a final look at the rules, No. 80 calculated how much time was left.

It only took him half an hour at most to drop from 55 to 50.

In half an hour, if he does not find a shelter where he can replenish his strength and recover his health, he will die here.

Gritting his teeth, No. 80 decided to go for it.

There is no way to survive if you stay here, but if you crawl out you might be able to get a chance to survive!

Yellow sand filled the sky, blocking out the sun.

No. 80 chose a direction based on his feeling, took a step forward, and walked forward with difficulty.

10th minute.

He was still trapped in the dust range.

20th minute.

He vaguely saw the world outside the dust.

25th minute.

The sand blowing in his face became a little lighter, and right in the middle of his vision, he saw a row of cabins!

No. 80 was ecstatic and didn't care how tired he was. He rushed forward like crazy!

29th minute.

A row of small wooden houses suddenly became one. No. 80 rubbed his eyes. Although his mood dropped, fortunately, hope remained.

30th minute.

Receive system prompts.

[Attention, your health is below 50%, your actions will be significantly restricted]

[Attention, your health is below 50%, you have contracted "acute pneumonia", and your health will drop by 1 point every 5 minutes]

[Note: Your fatigue is below 50%, and you will lose 2 HP and 2 health points every 5 minutes.]

Damn, they all dropped below 50!

No. 80 gritted his teeth and half-knelt and half-crawled to the door of the wooden house.

Boom boom boom.

"...Please...open the door..."

Song Yue suddenly opened her eyes and opened the door.

It turned out to be No. 80 who exchanged rankings with him.

"Come in."

When No. 80 discovered it was Song Yue, tears immediately filled his eyes: "Wow, Boss... I finally found you...!"

All the annoyance and regret along the way collapsed the moment he saw Song Yue. No. 80 cried and laughed at the same time, like a clown.

"Okay, be quiet."

One more person means one more noise. If it wasn't for the fact that the person coming was him, Song Yue would never open the door.

No. 80 stopped crying immediately, only her shoulders were still twitching.

He had a place to stay, but the negative status on his body had not been eliminated. No. 80 found that his blood volume was still decreasing. He bit his lip and plucked up the courage to move to Song Yue's feet.

"Boss... I still have a few negative statuses..."

He was answered with silence.

The person beside the bed ignored him.

No. 80 was frustrated and had to retreat to the corner awkwardly, anxiously watching his data decreasing bit by bit.

The wind and sand outside gradually died down, and everyone finally welcomed the sunny day after the rain.

This black storm eliminated more than twenty people in total, more than a quarter of the total number of people.

No. 21 was flipping through the system death notice and couldn't help but sigh.

No. 22 also felt the same way. She touched the barely healed wound on her neck and felt the same fear in her heart.

If No. 12 hadn't discovered that there was a house here, the two of them would have confessed last night.

Song Yue didn't know how grateful the two of them were. She just frowned slightly and looked at the prompt that suddenly popped up in the system.

[The temporary shelter is over 80% damaged. It is recommended to leave immediately.]

It seems that they will try every possible means to drive them out.

Song Yue turned off the notification and got out of bed.

Numbers 21 and 22 discovered the message and both looked worried. Although they were reluctant, they had to pack up and set off.

No. 80 is the worst off. His negative condition is still with him, and now he has no medicine, so he is destined to be eliminated.

It doesn't matter if he dies early or late, he will die anyway. No. 80 made up his mind that he would rather follow No. 12 than die alone in the house.

Give it a try, maybe your bicycle will turn into a motorcycle.

What if there was still a chance of recovery? He would not give up until the last moment.

It turns out that he really shouldn't have underestimated No. 12.

I don't know what method she used, but she was able to find things that could fill her stomach and quench her thirst in various inconspicuous corners along the way.

Including but not limited to cacti, prickly pear, haloxylon ammodendron... and even poisonous scorpions.

Seeing her holding a bundle of black scorpions in each hand, No. 80 was so shocked that he was speechless.

Is this still a human being? He even dares to catch a poisonous scorpion.

When she came back and threw the things on the ground, he, 21 and 22 discovered that she had removed the poisonous part of the scorpion's tail.

"This is flint. Find some dead branches and light them up and roast them."

It is not impossible to eat poisonous scorpions raw. The main reason is that Song Yue thinks that since there are conditions for making fire, why not use it?

No. 21 and No. 22 immediately stood up and started looking for materials to make a fire without saying a word.

What a joke! No. 12 has already handed the food to them, and they are planning to just sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor?

They just couldn't do something like eating for free. No. 12 had protected them so much along the way, so they had to make equal, or even greater, contributions.

Seeing this, No. 80 also wanted to help.

A hand suddenly stopped him.

"How many diseases do you have now? What are their types?"

No. 80 was stunned for a moment before answering, "There are two right now, one with acute pneumonia and the other with acute trachoma. Both are inflammatory conditions."

Song Yue nodded, indicating that she understood.

No. 80 was a little confused and didn't know why she asked these questions, but when he saw that Song Yue didn't ask any further questions, he guessed that she was just chatting casually, so he stopped talking.

We are all dying anyway, so let’s enjoy the last of the food and use it as a snack before we set off!

Not long after, No. 21 and No. 22 came running back with various dead woods in their arms. They lit them with flints, strung the scorpions together one by one, and roasted them over the fire.

The aroma of protein quickly reaches the nose.

"No. 12, this is for you." No. 21 took the initiative to give the first roasted scorpion to Song Yue.

Song Yue took it and smelled it: "Hmm, not bad."

When you bite it, it is crispy and has a bit of meaty aroma.

"No. 80, you should have one too." No. 21 knew that he was ill and thought that no one could treat him now, so he had to comfort him with food.

No. 80 took it tremblingly, said thank you several times, and then started eating it in big mouthfuls.

In a few bites, the whole scorpion went into the stomach.

Woohoo...it's so delicious!

Why didn’t I realize before that scorpion meat is so fragrant and scorpion shell is so crispy!

No. 80's face was filled with tears, and his expression was full of the fact that he had no regrets in death.

Suddenly, the tears stopped and he stood there in a daze, as if his computer had crashed.

Noticing something was wrong with No. 80, No. 21 nudged him and asked, "What's wrong?"

No. 80 blinked in surprise, unable to believe what he saw.

"I...one of my negative statuses disappeared!"

It’s absolutely true, he was not mistaken!

He had taken a special look at it when he was talking to No. 12 just now, but now, the negative status that said "acute trachoma" has disappeared!

He didn't take any comfrey potion, so how could he disappear on his own?

No. 80 was shocked and had no idea how to explain it.

A calm voice floated into everyone's ears.

"Scorpions can be used as medicine, and have anti-inflammatory and analgesic effects."

No. 80 slowly opened his eyes, and then his surprise turned into great joy!

It's actually a scorpion! It's the scorpion that the boss brought back!

No. 80's eyes were filled with tears again, but this time it was not because he had no regrets in death, but because he was extremely grateful to Song Yue!

He turned on the crazy show mode and put the scorpions into his mouth one by one.

Song Yue didn't feel bad either. There were still a lot of them nearby. She had a good vision, so she could just pick up a few more when they were all eaten.

Finally, when No. 80 ate the sixth one, his "acute pneumonia" also disappeared!

He was ecstatic and held Song Yue's hand, expressing his gratitude with tears in his eyes!

"Thank you, sir! Thank you for saving my life! You saved my life. Boss, if you need me to do anything, just tell me!"

Song Yue: ...

Not necessarily.

But the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he uttered two words softly: "Quiet."

No. 80:!

Okay, he shut up.

(Hand-pull mouth chain)

The third day of the copy.

Four people woke up from the dim light of dawn.

They had eaten and drunk their fill last night, and all their fatigue and hunger were gone. Except for No. 80 whose health was still a little low, all other problems had been eliminated.

As usual, Song Yue looked through the death notice released by the system after falling asleep at night.

Eight people died last night.

There are currently 49 surviving mission members left.

The author has something to say:

The New Year is coming soon, and I have a lot of things to do at home, so I will probably only be able to update once in the next two days ~ Thank you for your understanding!