Another snake-dog stuck its head into the carriage.
This snake-dog was much larger and had a more ferocious expression than the previous one.
The man wanted to repeat his old trick.
The snake-dog, however, gave him no chance at all.
The moment the man made his move, the snake-dog opened its blood-red maw.
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound came from inside the car, followed by a man's horrifying scream.
Time flies.
The survivors in the chat channel, seeing that the man who used to cry out occasionally had fallen silent, had roughly guessed his tragic end.
"What a pity, in the end we didn't manage to list the resources on the trading market."
"This kind of person is really selfish. Resources are already limited, and he doesn't even know how to share with everyone when he dies."
"It's better that he's dead; one less person to compete with us for resources..."
"I just don't know where that military base resource area is? Is it close to me?"
"No way, you guys still dare to go? I certainly don't."
"I...I don't dare to go either. Is there any kind older brother who can take me there...I'd be so scared to just give them a pistol..."
"A pistol? Or a sex gun?"
"Don't be discouraged, everyone. Those soul-devouring beasts aren't scary at all... As long as we unite, there's nothing we can't do..."
"..."
In the afternoon, the dark clouds in the sky pressed down even lower, and raindrops began to fall.
It was only three o'clock, but the whole world seemed to be shrouded in night and plunged into darkness.
The rain intensified, like a celestial waterfall washing over the wasteland.
In the blink of an eye, many of the dirt roads that were once passable have become muddy and difficult to walk on.
Add to that the whooshing wind outside the car and the danger lurking in the darkness.
Many people dared not move forward rashly and could only stop their cars in place, trembling inside.
"Damn it, is this the end of the world?"
"To correct you, this world is actually in the apocalypse!"
"We've never seen such a violent typhoon along our southeastern coast."
"This must be a Force 8 gale, right?"
"The person upstairs is clearly not from our southeastern coastal area. You have no idea how big the typhoons hit this area that year..."
"Waaaaah, my car is stuck in the mud! Does anyone have any good ideas?"
"Upstairs, you can try throwing some iron ingots or something into the pit to fill it up and see if you can drive the car out."
"Never mind, let's wait until the rain stops. I dare not go out now."
"Ouch... Guys, does anyone have any medicine for a stomachache? I think I ate something bad for lunch today. (Attached photo)"
Many survivors were curious and opened the picture to take a look.
The seats were covered in yellow soup.
People can guess what it is without even asking.
Many people almost threw up their leftovers.
"You bastard... ugh~"
"Ugh~ Grass mud horse... Ugh~"
The survivors in the chat channel all wanted to come out and start cursing.
But the visual impact of that picture was just too great.
This caused many people to vomit repeatedly.
In the end, all I could do was send text messages to curse.
"~%?…,# *☆&℃$︿★?~"
"I feel completely exhausted. Can anyone provide me with medicine for my stomachache and diarrhea? I'm willing to pay a fortune..."
Zhang Yi's face was pale and contorted.
He now feels excruciating abdominal pain and has no strength left in his body.
If he were attacked by a monster at this time, he would surely die.
He could only keep asking for help in the chat channel.
"Brother, good luck to you. Or you could try some medicated ointment; it might work."
"If all else fails, just put the treatment ointment up your anus."
"..."
In the chat channel, kind-hearted survivors frequently offered Zhang Yi advice.
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