Chu Wenwen returned to the camp and felt increasingly uneasy.

Recalling the scene just now, she realized that Chu Zhiqin's skin under her scarf seemed very delicate, not at all like someone who was oppressed by the organization and barely surviving in a survival game. Looking at her niece Xi Xi, she was even more fair-skinned, beautiful, and plump.

Upon further reflection, didn't the old man from the Liu family say while working that the family of three next door were born at the wrong time and were probably abandoned by the team?

So, does this mean that Chu Zhiqin and the others have been expelled from that so-called black organization? Does that mean this small RV now belongs to them?

Chu Wenwen was immediately furious. She began to suspect that Chu Zhiqin deliberately did not take her along, wanting to have the small RV all to herself!

However, after careful consideration, she felt that the idea was not quite reasonable.

After all, if her sister's family really wanted to abandon her, they could have simply driven away. Why did they foolishly wait for her after learning that the RV had broken down?

Thinking about it this way, Chu Wenwen's mood calmed down a bit. After all, her younger sister was naturally dull-witted and had an overflowing sense of compassion. In the past, she only needed to make a pitiful appearance, and her silly sister would secretly take out supplies and slip them to her without telling the family.

However, just to be on the safe side, Chu Wenwen decided to observe secretly this time, especially Chu Zhiqin's diet, to see if she could find any clues.

The team was put on hold for a day while the vehicle was being repaired, and even someone like Chu Wenwen, who didn't know anything about repairs, didn't get a moment's rest. She was sent out to cut down trees and gather firewood again.

She muttered under her breath about the oppression from above, crossed her arms, and reluctantly took a step. With each step, the snow under her feet crunched underfoot.

Although Chu Wenwen was unwilling to do such rough and tiring work, she thought that if she could make something good, she could secretly take it to the trading hall and sell it, and then she would have the money for those three bags of rice.

As for the six bags of rice that Chu Zhiqin mentioned as an entry fee, she wouldn't pay a single cent. She refused to believe that if she really couldn't afford it, her sister would just stand by and leave her all alone.

Thinking this, Chu Wenwen slowly followed at the back of the group. But she hadn't gone far from the camp when she stepped into a hidden snow pit, stumbled, and fell face-first into the mud.

Chu Wenwen frantically tried to climb out of the snow pit, but the pit sank deeper and deeper, gripping her tightly.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?! Who the hell dug this hole?!" Chu Wenwen screamed, her voice so sharp it could pierce the cold air.

She struggled violently, waving her hands wildly in the air, like a mad chicken trapped in a cage.

The scarred man at the front of the group heard the shouts and called over a few of his brothers to rescue Chu Wenwen.

"Old Chu, can you stop running around like that? You can fall into a pit even if you're just following the tail of the group, you're really something..." one of the bearded men said irritably.

The short, plump auntie chuckled gloatingly, then added, "Some people are quick-witted; they can come up with all sorts of tricks to shirk work. I advise you to mind your own business, or you'll end up doing two jobs!"

Upon hearing this, the group of people who had originally intended to lend a helping hand exchanged glances, frozen in place, none daring to take another step forward.

"Never mind... we're all teammates." The scarred man glanced at Chu Wenwen, then said to the others in a conciliatory manner.

Chopping wood wasn't Scarface's main job, and as a substitute, he really didn't want to cause trouble.

Watching the departing figures of the others, Chu Wenwen's face turned ashen. She cursed her bad luck under her breath before pulling her other leg out of the snow pit, only to find that one of her shoes was missing.

"My shoes! I spent so many survival points to get these cotton shoes!" Chu Wenwen panicked and searched frantically in the snow.

The cold wind made her shiver, and her hair was blown into a mess, making her look like a madwoman who had just escaped from an asylum.

With her hands frozen red, she finally found the missing cotton shoe. The shoe was soaked with snow water, cold and hard, and smelled of foul, muddy odor.

"This is absolutely terrible luck!" With no other options at the moment, Chu Wenwen angrily wrung out her shoes, barely managing to squeeze out the snow water, and finally had no choice but to put them on despite the cold and wetness.

The group had already gone far away, and Chu Wenwen quickened her pace to catch up, but with each step, the cold, damp soles of her shoes stung her feet, making her wince in pain.

As she walked, Chu Wenwen suddenly heard a "gurgling" sound.

At first, she thought she was just hungry, but upon closer listening, the sound seemed to be coming from a small hillside nearby.

Chu Wenwen looked back and unexpectedly saw a huge chunk of snow rolling down the hillside. The snow chunk grew larger and larger, and its speed increased.

Small snowballs rolling down a mountain can trigger a chain reaction of avalanches. When the snow layer structure is unstable, the rolling of small snowballs can disrupt the balance of the snow, causing the upper layer of snow to collapse, and this collapse can then pull more snow down.

"Avalanche!!" Chu Wenwen was so frightened that her face turned as pale as paper, and her legs went weak like noodles. She wanted to run away but couldn't take a step.

"Help! Help!" Chu Wenwen screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice trembling with tears.

She tripped over her own feet and fell straight to the ground. The snowball grazed her back and rolled past, hitting a large tree and kicking up a cloud of snow.

"Old Chu, haven't you had enough? A snowball scared you like this?!"

"This isn't an ice field anymore, have some common sense, okay? This island is low and small, it just gets a little snow, it's not some big snow mountain, so where would there be any avalanche..."

"Everyone, ignore her. I think Aunt Zhao is right. She just doesn't want to work and is trying to cause trouble in various ways!"

"Old Chu, I never thought you were this kind of person! Sigh, you're really going all out, even resorting to such a crappy method to avoid working... Get up already, you're really shameful."

...

The short, plump aunt rolled her eyes at Chu Wenwen: "Tch, she's always been like this... just showing her true colors."

Even the usually mild-mannered scarred man couldn't bring himself to say anything to calm things down. He just felt irritable and wanted to finish his substitute shift as soon as possible.

No longer paying attention to Chu Wenwen's body buried in the snow, the crowd assumed she was just being dramatic and causing trouble. They all carried their tools, found suitable areas for logging, and got to work diligently.

Chu Wenwen collapsed to the ground, barely managing to get up, and then gasped for breath.

When she came to her senses, she realized that her clothes were torn in several places by tree branches, revealing her colorful undergarments. Her hair and face were also covered with snow and tree branch debris, making her look like a beggar who had crawled out of a garbage dump.

"What bad luck have I committed? Why am I having so many unlucky things happen to me today!" Chu Wenwen was on the verge of tears, her heart filled with grievance and anger.

But she dared not disobey the organization's orders, so she had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue forward.

However, if she had been a little more observant and opened her personal panel, she would have discovered that a line of small text had appeared after her name at some point—

<*Curse is in effect>.