As emotions calm down, the tense body also relaxes.

Having gotten used to Sher's clingy, almost obsessive, posture every morning, Shi Jinzhe was still a little unaccustomed to this relaxed and gentle embrace.

Patting Shekh on the shoulder, he said, "As for the deadline, the answer will come when the time comes. Until then, can we continue as usual?"

"Is it the same as before?"

"Yes, just do things the way they should. Do what you did before and do it again. Don't overthink it. Only by keeping the pattern unchanged can you get results."

Schech fell into thought once again.

When Shi Jinzhe first met her, the fear emanating from him was genuine; he was trying to please her out of fear.

Extremely selfish pandering, all for the sake of survival and to complete the game.

Later, the fear faded, and the masked fragrance was revealed. The two scents intertwined intermittently. Eventually, the fear only surfaced when she was unhappy.

Now, the fear in his body has completely dissipated, but in addition to the fear, there is another flavor.

It tastes sour and astringent, like the snowball red berries he specially bought before taking the high-speed train, fearing he would feel uncomfortable sitting for too long.

It's astringent inside, but sweet on the outside.

Shekh couldn't help but swallow, and now that he thought about it, he still felt a little hungry.

"I want to eat that hawthorn with sugar."

The topic jumped too far, and Shi Jinzhe couldn't keep up. "You want to eat hawthorn now? We don't have any right now, you'll have to wait. Do you want to eat something else first? Are you still hungry?"

The sweetness has increased a bit.

"It doesn't seem like it." Shekh cupped his face, pressing his thumb against the corner of Shi Jinzhe's eye. "I think I kind of want to eat you."

"Don't try to scare me like that... with such a twisted sense of humor..."

The wet tip of his tongue brushed against the corner of her eye, and Shekh only licked it once before withdrawing his forked tongue.

"It's not what I imagined. The hawthorns you didn't coat with sugar taste good."

"...because I'm not meant to be eaten."

Shi Jinzhe admired her ability to act on her impulses; she would lick the food without hesitation, unafraid of poison.

"Oh." Shekh's interest plummeted. Only blood smells the best; the good stuff is hidden deep inside, and the sweet-smelling surface is just a lie.

Shi Jinzhe was still a little worried about her. Shehe might not have eaten enough, considering she was someone who ate three boxes of food in one meal.

He looked up at the screen in the sky. It was three in the morning. It wasn't just a matter of food; she hadn't slept for over twenty hours.

"Do you want to take a nap? I rested this afternoon, but you haven't."

Shekh felt sleepy immediately because of those words, and nodded silently, closing his eyes in the half-hugging, half-embracing gesture.

Shi Jin sat up straight and ran his hands through her hair to soothe her.

His thoughts returned to the game, and his fingers unconsciously circled, playing with Sheikh's hair.

The yin energy is heavy in the early morning, making it the most suitable time for ghosts to appear. If the ghost doesn't come at night, it might get stuck in the darkness before the end.

If someone chooses to come during the day instead of at night, then that person's ghost must be very powerful.

The snake's tail on the ground writhed, and Shekh's long tail tightened into a circle, trapping the two people in a range where it could attack at any time while asleep.

There were still several hours until dawn, and I was on edge, with faint sounds coming from nearby every now and then, but each time I was distracted by some unexpected event or other noise before I could get close.

The attraction outweighs the bomb, so nobody comes.

He looked at Li Jin, who was seven or eight meters away from him. Li Jin had his head tilted back and was sleeping so soundly that snot was about to come out of his nose. It was clear that he was sleeping very well.

Good luck! It's true that you can turn bad luck into good luck without doing anything.

·

At 8:00 AM, the system notified that the supply points had been refreshed.

The six coordinates are halved, leaving only three.

Shekh slept soundly until dawn, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the number on the security checkpoint above his head matched one of the location coordinates.

She and Shi Jinzhe only need to stay here for half an hour and wait for the supply boxes to respawn.

Shekh lamented, "We should have taken him with us when we met him in the early hours of the first day, so we wouldn't have had to travel so far yesterday."

"Yesterday was the closest point to us."

"Okay." Shekh waved to the sleepy-eyed Li Jin, "Didn't you manage to grab any supplies yesterday?"

Li Jin approached and sat down three meters away from her.

"No, although it was very close to me, as soon as I left the location coordinates, someone came over, and I couldn't beat them, so I ran away."

He emphasized to Shech: "This is my second game. I didn't dare use the points I was given in the first game. I have nothing in my hand."

After Li Jin finished speaking, two corn kernels fell in front of him.

Shi Jinzhe said, "Here you go. Stay with us today and protect yourself."

Luck is also a part of strength. The fact that Li Jin is alive is more beneficial than harmful, and last night was a good example of that.

However, he and Shekh couldn't protect him the whole time just for this bit of luck. They could just give him the stolen items so he could protect himself.

"Find a place to hide in a bit, but don't go too far from us."

"I understand." Li Jin put away the corn bomb, found a shop selling local specialties, and threw away or blocked the reflections of people.

At midnight, the scene of Qi Yuping emerging from the mirror was no less shocking than when he read a novel in junior high school and saw a female ghost reaching out from the toilet.

Li Jin is now truly traumatized by the mirror. He even turns over packaging bags with a smooth, reflective surface, only feeling at ease when the matte side is facing up.

Seeing the map and the bomb separated so closely on the map, the restless people started thinking again.

Both of them were near the resource spawn point. Now that they've separated, even if they can't get the bomb, they can still scavenge some resources from the map.

However, before those who had this idea could even begin to act, Jiang Ziya came up from the first floor.

As she approached, the already chilly air grew even colder.

Jiang said calmly, "Don't touch this supply point, you can't handle it. Go to the other terminal, I'll take care of things there for you."

"Repair?"

"I released four ghosts over there. The black one won't go. You guys divide them up yourselves. Don't move at this time."

Whether she can snatch points from Shi Jinzhe is still unknown. She needs to secure her own position and not expose the orange camp's bomb so early.

Fighting for supplies not only wastes points, but if any of these 28 people are lost, the risk of the map being exposed will also increase dramatically.

She wasn't the only one eyeing the 50-point bomb.

"The supplies in the crates are for one day. Divide them among yourselves. Don't try to be brave. It's not hard to survive for one day. The top team gets 20 points, and surviving for 48 hours gets 15 points. These 35 points are your maximum capacity."

Jiang Ling put it bluntly: when she arrived, she could tell from the expressions on some people's faces that they had become arrogant.

How are these noobs supposed to beat the number one bomber?