Therefore, the pursuers must have been extremely anxious at this point.

They were even more anxious than Ye Feng and the others.

When they realize that the traps are a mix of real and fake, and seem endless, the other party will definitely choose to take a detour to save time.

This was exactly what Ye Feng wanted.

It had just rained heavily, and the soil in the grass was incredibly soft...

Even if Ye Feng had a modern entrenching tool, he wouldn't have much trouble digging it out with his bare hands.

Following his instructions, everyone spent nearly an hour digging sixteen holes of varying sizes in the not-so-spacious grass.

Ye Feng then cleared away the thorny bushes on both sides and dug out two large pits.

Actually, although it's called a big pit, its area is only big enough to accommodate one person.

His goal wasn't to kill many people here; slowing down the enemy's pursuit would be enough.

After digging all the holes, he took out a bundle of spikes from his backpack.

Before setting off, Ye Feng had already considered setting a trap for these people.

So last night, he pulled out the spikes from the camp trap.

There were over twenty pounds in total, more than one hundred and forty pieces…

However, simply stabbing the opponent with a thorn is clearly not enough to cause a superficial wound.

Although he had never met those people before, Ye Feng was always ruthless when dealing with enemies.

It would be a real shame not to add some flair to the thorns.

So he shouted to the crowd:

"Hey! Anyone need to poop? Hurry up and do it, we need to give these guys some tough work."

Upon hearing this, everyone realized that Ye Feng intended to poison someone.

Zhan Pengwu volunteered and raised his hand, a funny smile on his face.

"I have it! I've been constipated lately, haven't pooped for three days..."

I wanted to poop around noon, but it was raining, so I held it in. Now there are so many alive!

He grinned excitedly, seemingly without any sense of shame...

Like a child preparing to play a prank.

Ye Feng smiled and nodded...

Human feces contain hundreds of types of bacteria, the most well-known of which is Escherichia coli.

Once it enters the bloodstream, it can cause wound infection, leading to bacteremia, sepsis, meningitis, pneumonia, and other conditions.

During World War II, the people of Yuenan used this method to torture the soldiers of the United States to the point of wishing they were dead.

Moreover, the feces of constipated patients contain even more and more virulent bacteria.

"Very well, then this task is yours. Go on your way."

"middle!"

Zhan Pengwu skipped and hopped over to the bushes with the spikes in his hand, and the two girls instinctively turned away to avoid him.

Soon, everyone heard a deafening roar.

He hadn't pooped for three days, and the smell was unbearable; even he himself was covering his nose while defecating.

About ten minutes later, he carefully carried the splinter covered in feces out of the bushes.

Ye Feng stuffed his nose with leaves and then took out the jar containing the poison.

Bacteria kill too slowly; adding some poison makes it much faster.

He grabbed a handful of sharp thorns, put them into the wooden jar, and wet them.

After everyone was contaminated with the poison, he directed several people to carry out designated placements.

The remaining people are responsible for covering the area with the turf that was left in advance, which will speed up the work.

However, if too many pits are dug, there certainly won't be enough sharp wooden spikes.

Therefore, Ye Feng only placed them in some deep enough pits.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's almost night.

It's around 5:30 now. Rainy days usually get dark early, and now it's shrouded in a thick fog.

Ye Feng looked at the trap site, which was virtually flawless, and nodded with a satisfied smile.

"Hmph, chasing me? I'll make sure you don't even know how you died."

Just as he was basking in the glory of his masterpiece, Liu Sisi suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Brother Feng, look at your watch..."

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, and when he checked his watch, he discovered that the prize pool had somehow become 5150…

This made his eyes widen immediately…

According to the rules of Battle Royale, the penalty for natural death is 200,000, the penalty for being killed is 500,000, and no penalty is awarded for being eliminated due to violations.

What's going on? Did the production team go back on their word? Did they release those 50 people ahead of time?

But... how did these three people die? Did they kill each other?

Ye Feng couldn't think of a reasonable explanation at all, so he quickly told everyone to continue on their way.

"Let's get out of here quickly, that old man Makuko is probably going to renege on his promise."

Everyone's expression changed instantly...

"He started the game ahead of schedule?"

"He's untrustworthy, his words are like farts, and he calls himself a boss."

"Damn it, this old man has absolutely no credibility."

Ye Feng walked at the front of the group with a frown on his face, taking quick steps.

"There's no use saying anything now. It's getting dark soon, let's find a place to spend the night."

Actually, they were overthinking it. Not only did Makuko keep his word, but he also eliminated three enemies for them and even included the three dead in the amount of the kill.

8 PM —

As night falls over the Amazon, Ye Feng and his team of eight are urgently setting up a platform.

The rain has completely stopped by now.

The increase of 1.5 million has once again tightened everyone's nerves, which had been temporarily relaxed.

They simply assumed that the battle royale game had started ahead of schedule.

So after dark, they risked traveling for another hour with torches.

They had no choice but to stop and build a camp when the sky became completely dark.

Although I was very unwilling, I knew that haste makes waste and you can't rush things.

To prevent any accidents, Ye Feng decided to move the campsite off the ground.

This took them a lot of effort to choose a campsite, cut down trees, and find timber.

After the rain, the mosquitoes swarmed in like students hearing the school bell ring...

The buzzing sound was so loud it made your scalp tingle and gave you goosebumps all over.

Even though Ye Feng and the others applied floral water and herbs, they still had to constantly use their hands to drive it away.

The mosquitoes in the Amazon are like hungry wolves, each one incredibly bloodthirsty.

They hated the smell of Ye Feng and the others. Unable to suck blood, they refused to leave, hovering around their ears, trying to find a blood vessel to feed on.

Ye Feng was incredibly grateful at that moment; thankfully, there was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in the team…

They had stockpiled a large amount of insect-repelling herbs in advance; otherwise, they probably wouldn't have survived the night, let alone escaped.

Half an hour later, the group finally managed to set up the platform.

Ye Feng quickly set up the stove, and once the flames were lit, the annoying mosquitoes disappeared considerably.

Everyone sat silently around the fire, each munching on dried meat.

There was still some mud on his face and body from digging the hole.

His eyes were downcast, revealing his exhaustion…

People are nostalgic; thinking back to yesterday, they were living in a warm and comfortable treehouse, enjoying a sumptuous feast...

Now, they can only stay in this eerie and terrifying forest, teeming with snakes, insects, and rodents, gnawing on some tough jerky...