Chapter 7 Sailing Carnival 7
"Fei Yan is right. The most difficult part of the Doomsday Game is the last ten days." Li Gao said as he wiped the gun in his hand.
"Finding other players and getting the space props is the top priority."
"Ayong, have you guys found anything?" Li Gao turned to the big man next to him and asked, "Among these forty or so people, are there any other players?"
"Yes, two new people." A Yong nodded.
"They were so stupid, asking around to see who the players were. They didn't realize that NPCs couldn't hear any information about the game. But I also learned from them that they didn't know about the special items."
"The rules of the game are opaque, and you have to figure everything out on your own. That's what I like about games," Gao Feiyan said with a slight smile. "Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people helping us avoid pitfalls."
Li Gao could not deny it and reiterated, "Pay attention and make sure to find the player with the space props."
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Fu Anan returned to her room and sat down feeling somewhat exhausted.
Thinking back on what happened in the past few days, Brother Li, Master Zhu, and Doctor Song, I was always the closest to them.
I realized it too late and felt like I had been to the gates of hell.
No matter what was said this time, Fu Anan didn't dare to bring them food anymore.
Not only that, it’s best not to pass by their room every day.
So when Fu Dafu was cursing at Fu Anan's door and asked her to deliver lunch to the sailors on the deck, Fu Anan started to play dead and pretended not to hear him.
Delivering food is like delivering one's life. If it happens a few more times, it will really be fatal.
"You little bastard, you're just as bad as your dad! You get scared when you encounter the smallest thing. Next time, even if your dad kneels down and begs me, I won't take you out to sea!" Fu Dafu angrily cursed at Fu Anan's door.
"You bastard, you're just cleaning for me instead of delivering food. If you don't do anything else, I'll have the captain throw you out."
Cleaning is better than delivering meals.
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Day 8 of Navigation Survival, 6:30 AM
Fu Anan returned to her original job.
However, Fu Dafu didn't seem to want Fu Anan to be too comfortable, so he deliberately allocated the corridor outside Li Ge's room and the corridor outside the infirmary to her name.
Bang, bang!
As soon as there was a noise outside, there was the sound of banging on the door inside.
Fu Anan stood at the door, tiptoed and looked inside through the small window for delivering food.
All I heard was a roar, and after a violent collision, the sound of teeth scraping against the iron door.
It makes people feel cold behind their backs.
Fu Anan looked at the closed door and took a few steps back, feeling that Brother Li would break out.
"Useless coward! You're so timid." Fu Dafu, who was passing by, glanced at Fu Anan and kicked over the basin next to him. "You are not allowed to eat breakfast before cleaning up."
The water in the basin gathered towards the drain, forming a whirlpool.
The cleaner next to her was sympathizing with Fu Anan, wondering how there could be such an old man, but Fu Anan was staring at the small whirlpool in the drain.
"Aunt Li, I want to ask, where will this water flow to?"
"Of course, it's discharged directly into the ocean," said Aunt Li, who was cleaning nearby. "You don't think we recycle it, do you? Of course not. We have special water filtration equipment that turns seawater into domestic water. It's very clean."
Fu Anan nodded when she heard this, "Then I feel relieved."
"You're a little girl, but you think a lot." Aunt Li smiled. "Today's breakfast is fish porridge. The sailors just caught some fresh fish. It's so fresh."
Hearing this, Fu Anan was stunned and her eyes fell on Fu Dafu who came out of the restaurant carrying a bowl of fish porridge.
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