Chapter 1185 The City Where the Sun Never Sets
In the middle of the desert, there were two refugees who wanted to inform Pang Tong. Because they were too far away, their shouts could not reach Pang Tong at all.
The pursuing refugees drew their weapons, showing no mercy as they caught up to them.
Blood splattered on the sand, and both men's heads were severed.
They were the ones who had run the farthest from the refugee group and wanted to report the news. They were dreaming of surrendering and staring at Pang Tong with their eyes wide open.
One of the men chasing them reached out to pick up the body on the ground, but was stopped by his companion next to him.
"what?"
"You're still eating corpses?"
His companion slapped the corpse out of his hand and said, "The boss said there are cassava roots, animal meat, and even fruit! Go back quickly."
Having said this, the group couldn't help but quicken their pace.
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Refugees
The dead silence that had lasted for so long was suddenly injected with vitality.
Women and children dug a pit with sand, placed the cassava roots that Fu Anan had taken out in it, built a fire around it and started roasting them; they also processed the raw meat in the warehouse in the space.
More people are sharpening their weapons.
It's not just about polishing weapons.
Smelling the aroma of food, they couldn't help but move closer. Every time they saw so much food and thought about what Fu Anan said, that all of it was brought out from Pang Tong's warehouse, their hatred for the Pang Tong people increased.
"You have so many supplies, yet you still want to kill us, you beast!"
"Kill the Pangtong people, and all the supplies inside will be ours!"
"No, drive them out and let these scumbags experience the pain we went through in fleeing!"
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In just one day, people went from yearning and envying Pang Tong to wanting to tear his tendons and bones apart. There was not a single person who stayed who did not hate the people of Pang Tong.
Old Li's words were really modest. It was not that 70% of the people were gathered together, but that 120% of the people were gathered together.
Everyone in the place had a full meal, even the plague patients who were assigned to a separate area. They even received a large piece of meat and some precious fruit.
The entire group of refugees ate the food brought by Fu Anan, crying and laughing, expressing gratitude and uttering vicious curses.
It's like he's gone crazy.
This situation finally unfolded in another way on the night of the 29th day.
The weather tonight is particularly hot.
The hungry refugees waiting in line couldn't sleep at all, enduring the heat and hunger with a sense of unease. Hidden among the crowd were two outliers—Fu Yizhi and Zheng Tianxing.
The two of them met on the road.
When he first met Fu Yizhi, Zheng Tianxing felt very lucky. But now, he was starving, and the only thing on his mind was his angelic boss Fu.
If Boss Fu were here, he would definitely not go hungry.
Zheng Tianxing lay on the beach, staring at the sky. It was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. But it made him feel like the sky looked like sesame paste. Super black sesame paste.
He really wants to eat sesame paste!
He really wants to eat rice!
Eat fruit!
Have a cup of Bawang Bobo Tea produced by Points Mall.
But the fact is that he hasn't eaten for two days.
Along the way, their movement was particularly difficult due to the lack of sufficient food and water. They relied on hunting lizards, gray wolves, and snakes that survived in the desert, and robbing NPCs and players they met on the way to replenish their supplies.
Although he was very hardworking, he didn't have enough to eat nine out of ten days.
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