Chapter 347 Wasteland Survival Manual
As expected, when Yang Li told his plan, the players around him were silent for a while.
"Let's do it! We're all going to die anyway."
"Yes, no one should live!"
Wen Ning didn't look happy. She hadn't expected that in such a game, there would be human extinction caused by civil war.
What planet are these human players from?
It's so sad.
What happened next was a natural progression.
Wen Ning followed behind Yang Li, watching Yang Li install the bomb and connect the fuse.
At the same time, the massacre on the 88th floor was almost over.
The bodies of the rioting players were scattered all over the ground, and they stayed there for a minute before disappearing again.
But the blood continued to flow down the spiral staircase.
The air was filled with a lingering smell of blood.
The robots only guard the passage on the 88th floor, and seal off the floor below the 88th floor with iron railings.
This is the case except for the players who gathered on the 88th floor early in the morning.
The players on the remaining floors were trapped underground. Due to long-term malnutrition, they had long lost the ability to resist.
There is no need to clear it out. The cold radiation after the power outage is constantly rising from the ground.
Wherever it raged, it was like the snow disaster that Wen Ning had seen.
All frozen.
Radiation particles seep in from the frozen walls, killing players wantonly.
On the 88th floor, Chris covered his nose with a handkerchief and looked at the scattered supplies on the ground.
The player passed a lie detector test when he first joined the shelter.
All supplies must be turned in.
Now, what is left behind after death is nothing more than some spiritual sustenance.
Like a broken teddy bear or something.
Chris looked at them with disdain and took two steps back to avoid their sticky blood getting his military boots wet.
"How long will the ice last?"
"Sir, there are 38 minutes left."
Chris nodded. After the 88th floor was frozen, they would activate the flamethrowers inside the shelter to suppress the radiation below the 88th floor.
Next, the ten floors from 89 to 99 will be vacated as a buffer zone.
The shelter rooms above have been reallocated.
The remaining food and supplies were enough for them to survive the remaining three months of the disaster.
Chris also knew that he couldn't kill all the players, otherwise he would be unable to stand alone.
And the choice he makes now is the most reasonable calculation made by a professional disaster prediction team.
However, he didn't know that his evil behavior had made the players below determined to drag him down with him even if they died.
Wen Ning followed Yang Li to install the bomb, and then returned to the 67th floor.
At this moment, heart-wrenching screams came from players under their feet, after experiencing so much.
Wen Ning still felt a chill down his spine when he heard humans screaming.
After taking a deep breath and calming down.
Wen Ning looked at Yang Li, who was flipping through the notebook.
As if knowing that he didn't have much time left, Yang Li stroked the notebook.
With trembling hands, I turned to the first page.
A few large characters came into view.
【Wasteland Survival Manual】
Wen Ning, who was paying attention to Yang Li's every move, immediately looked at the notebook in Yang Li's hand.
This drawing is actually handwritten?
The handwriting was crooked, but Wen Ning could still make out the text.
Yang Li then turned to the second page, and Wen Ning's attention was also attracted by the words on it.
[January 3rd of the Wasteland Calendar. We have been in this unknown continent for three days. I contacted my friend Xiaoyu yesterday, but when I contacted him again this morning, there was no reply from the other side. 】
[I used the opportunity to speak on the world channel for the first time. 】
[Players told me that when the avatar turns gray, it means that the person is dead. 】
[I don’t know if death means elimination, and if elimination means I can return to the Blue Planet, but my logic tells me that I can’t do this, so I’m ready to go out. 】
Yang Li flipped through the pages skillfully, but he flipped through several pages at once.
[January 9th of Wasteland Calendar]
[I was injured and it hurt a lot. My wound was infected. The inflammation and high fever made me want to sleep, but I knew that if I fell asleep, I would be eliminated. 】
[But if the system guarantees that I can see my wife after falling asleep, I might agree. She just got pregnant. 】
[Hold on!] Mas, hold on! 】
........
Yang Li read several more pages and then turned to a blank page.
Take out a pen from your backpack.
There was very little ink left in the signature pen, so Yang Li had to blow on it and shake it twice after writing.
Wen Ning looked intently at the words he was writing.
[Today is the Wasteland Calendar...It seems to be September, but also seems to be October. I almost forgot. 】
[Chris betrayed humanity, he took away all resources and built the shelter to the 130th floor. 】
[When he built the shelter, I accidentally got this notebook. The design drawings in the notebook specifically marked the weaknesses of the shelter. 】
[For some unknown reason, I did not hand in this notebook. The reason might be that I saw diaries left by several so-called seniors in it. 】
[What is recorded here seems to be the same game as mine, and the place they came from is also called Blue Star. 】
[I tried to look for these names among the players, but found nothing. 】
[So, I simply gave up the desire to do research, and used this diary as a relay to start recording my daily life. 】
[Now it seems that today may be the last time. 】
[There are still many secrets in this diary, and they can only be buried here with me in the end. 】
Yang Li wanted to continue writing, but it seemed that a signal from the team members came through the chat channel.
He paused for a moment, then smiled silently.
"These guys are not afraid of death. They are actually ready to die holding the bomb."
The floor beneath my feet was already freezing cold, and water droplets were gradually condensing.
Yang Li took a very simple hand-made detonator and held it in his arms.
Then he took out a drawing from his arms and carefully put it into his notebook.
“Return the property to its original owner.”
Wen Ning watched Yang Li place the notebook on the cluttered table beside him.
Then he placed his hand on the detonator.
Wen Ning was stunned, and then an idea flashed through his mind.
He rushed forward, reached out and put the notebook into his backpack!
At the same time, Yang Li pressed the detonator and Wen Ning was ejected from the planet.
The notebook disappeared with Wen Ning, but on this planet.
Yang Li finally achieved his goal, and the entire shelter began to shake violently.
In places that the players could not see, there were several holes in the outer perimeter of the shelter.
All kinds of radiation were madly rushing into the shelter.
Chris steadied himself in the explosion, feeling an ominous premonition.
"The shelter exploded!"
A scream brought everyone back to their senses and people began to flee frantically.
The players at the bottom of the 88th floor ran upwards frantically, but were stopped by the iron guardrail.
Chris looked down and suddenly there was fear in his eyes.
Before they could react, a surge of radiation particles came rushing in like a tide.
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