Shekh hesitated for a moment, then took the flower with his fingers. The flower was beautiful, but it seemed a bit impolite to hold such a thing in someone else's hand.

I'll bow my head and softly tell the flower that it's beautiful, just as a form of comfort.

Shi Jinzhe grabbed the sheep's horns and dragged the dead sheep over.

After his energy was balanced, he became much stronger, his physique improved, and he felt less cold.

Back at Sheh's side, noticing her somewhat subtle gesture as she picked up the flowers, Shi Jin asked, "Don't you like these flowers?"

"It's beautiful, but I'm not used to it." After thinking for a moment, Shekh touched his face to comfort him.

"Can I send you flowers every day from now on?"

Shekh walked back with a blank face, saying, "Flowers definitely don't like you."

"If the snake likes it, that's fine." Shi Jinzhe stopped her. "How do you plan to eat such a big sheep?"

"Roasted, with a soup, simmered until it turns milky white."

"Then I need to open some seasoning packets. You go back first, I'll call you when it's ready."

Shekh agreed, but instead of returning to the carriage, he went to the front of the train and sat down in the passenger seat.

With the carriage doors always open, the smell of blood and the cold air would drift in, making the front of the train more convenient and comfortable to sit in.

She twirled the flower path in her hand, looking at it as she plucked, bled, and cut off its skin.

A wolf howled in an unseen place, one howl after another, making those who heard it feel uneasy.

Shekh swung his snake tail violently, the tremor traveling through the ground, and the wolf howl stopped abruptly.

With a flick of its tail, which stretched for over ten meters, the players in the car on the other side jumped in fright.

Then they saw Shi Jinzhe, his hands covered in scarlet blood, walking towards them with a knife.

Shi Jinzhe knocked on the RV window, "Excuse me, can I borrow your pot? I need the biggest one."

He noticed in the morning that the car contained many items suitable for multiple people, especially the large iron pot, which could easily cook meals for seven or eight people at once.

Therefore, this RV owner must have planned for a win-win situation when designing the vehicle.

The RV owner readily agreed, saying, "Wait a moment, I'll have someone go get it."

Soon, a large black iron pot was carried out of the car.

The car owner, with a toothpick he had just sharpened in his mouth, said, "You can return it to us before we leave tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, I'll return it before I leave." Shi Jinzhe picked up the pot with one hand and walked away from the RV owner's sight.

After he walked away and started a fire, the young man carrying the pot pouted and said, "Why should we give it back just because he borrowed it? He's not working with us. Isn't this just taking advantage of us? If we pay him back before we leave tomorrow morning, how are we going to eat?"

Just then, a burly man who was resting on the second floor got out of his car and heard this. He returned to the pickup truck and patted the RV owner on the shoulder.

"We need to be more discerning when choosing teammates; we can't just hire any idiot."

"You... I'm just thinking about our group. They took so many fuel packs without even offering to exchange them with us, and now they want the pot. That guy is so selfish."

The muscular man was too lazy to argue with him.

These people are able to stay here safely thanks to the car in front of them. It's already quite good that they agreed to let someone follow them again tomorrow just for lending them a pot.

In survival games, safety is more important than anything else.

The items are either for points or for life, so save them if you can. That's the best approach.

The young man rolled his eyes at the burly man's back through the glass, "You're just selfish, you're just a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong..."

"Alright." With no more romantic tales to behold by the window, the RV owner pulled the curtain shut. "You can get off tomorrow morning. My driver is sufficient."

He felt sorry for the man because he was inexperienced, but with his brain, he shouldn't stay here and plant a time bomb for himself.

Not hearing a reply from behind, the RV owner turned around in confusion.

They found no one behind them, only a white stone statue.

The stone statue has a furrowed brow and an open mouth, as if it was frozen in time before it could finish speaking, its expression incredibly lifelike.

The RV owner immediately remembered a post he had seen in the discussion forum.

That happened more than two months ago when the game was conducting a large-scale cleanup of players who had evaded the game.

The large number of battle royale scenarios has led many players to curse in the comments section, with one person expressing particular dissatisfaction.

[Any players who survived the bomb-hunting survival game at the airport? Damn it, I'd only been in the game for two hours and I was already petrified! Who would have thought I'd be gone just for trying to peek at the battle! Even though I didn't see their faces, I'll remember that man and woman! (fierce)]

[A man and a woman petrifying each other? Although I didn't participate, what you said... reminds me of a woman I saw in a survival dungeon who was like she was cheating; she could kill monsters that others couldn't.]

[Azure Isle, right? I played that game too. At first, I thought she was a crippled and blind girl, but it turns out she's a female warrior skilled in both physical and magical attacks...]

[You're the one who's lame and blind. If you can't speak properly, shut your mouth. I think you're just jealous that I got carried by a pro and earned 50 points.]

Who asked you?

The RV owner swallowed hard, thinking about the tail outside, and thought it was too dangerous. Luckily, he didn't like to talk about people behind their backs.

Shekh sat in the car as if nothing had happened, continuing to pluck flowers.

The wood soaked in snow will produce a lot of white smoke when it is lit. While waiting, the lamb chops and leg meat are marinated, and the lamb bones and meat are also put into the pot to cook.

Such a big sheep couldn't be eaten, so Shi Jinzhe cut off the tender meat and threw it into the snow to freeze. The rest couldn't be taken away, so it had to be left outside.

The lamb leg, having fully absorbed the seasonings, was placed over a fire to roast until it sizzled and glistened with oil, turning a brownish-yellow color. The skin and meat at the edges of the cuts were taut and slightly charred.

It was very late when Shekh finally got to eat this delicious late-night snack.

Shi Jin went back into the carriage to wash up properly and changed into clean clothes before coming out.

"Put the uneaten food into the food container and store it in your space, especially the soup. With such a big pot, you can drink it until you don't want to see mutton for a while."

“I can drink it.” Shekh held the bowl, a flower still between his fingers, and drank the hot soup sip by sip.

After a busy night, I only have five minutes to eat.

He never has much of an appetite after cooking such a large meal.

After finishing his meal at 1 a.m., he packed up all his belongings, returned to his car, washed up, and went to sleep.

Shekh redraws the circle. The sheep carcass is still outside. There's no guarantee that some starving animal won't lose its mind and go into the circle to die. It would be better to strengthen the warnings.

She pinned a deep red peony to the car window; it looked a bit odd, but it was the first time she'd ever received flowers as a gift.