Chapter 147
On the one hand, 21 and 22 were amazed that the girl in front of them really kept her word. On the other hand, they were deeply grateful to No. 12 for taking such good care of them.
Simply because he didn't ignore her injury and didn't take the trouble to bandage her sprained ankle, he was rewarded with cacti, mineral water, croissants, and other rewards.
No. 21 said thank you gratefully, carefully unscrewed the bottle cap, and gulped down several mouthfuls. The cool water entered his throat and stomach, and he instantly came back to life.
Then it was No. 22's turn. She didn't drink the water as readily as No. 21 did. Instead, she looked at Song Yue hesitantly, "You don't want to drink? There's only one bottle of water. Once you finish it, it's gone."
Song Yue raised the corner of her mouth and smiled lightly: "I'll do it after you finish drinking."
No. 22 was silent, then withdrew his gaze and continued to drink water.
Looking at No. 22 drinking water in a panic, Song Yue smiled imperceptibly.
These two people may not remember who she is, but they have seen them both.
In the first promotion copy, on the extremely cold cruise ship.
At that time, due to the resource crisis, many male taskers turned their attention to female students, trying to snatch their resources.
21 and 22 were not caught, but the girl standing next to them was targeted.
The girl was pressed into the corner by two male workers and was touched all over her body. She resisted and shouted for help.
However, no one around was willing to step forward.
Song Yue didn't make any move, just watched indifferently.
If it was an ordinary natural disaster copy, Song Yue wouldn't mind helping out a little, but this was a promotion copy where taskers fought each other, and kindness would only bring unnecessary trouble to herself.
So Song Yue quickly looked away.
But just then, she noticed two girls shivering and stepping forward, trying to get the bully to let go.
The two girls were so scared that they were like quails and stammered. The tasker didn't take them seriously at all and slapped each of them to the ground.
Men are very strong. Even a slap with full strength can knock out a person's teeth.
Song Yue was standing not far away and saw the two girls who came forward to persuade them spit out a mouthful of pus and blood, and their faces swelled up instantly.
"You're so fucking tired of living! How dare you challenge me?! Go to hell, you stinky bitch!"
The man said as he was about to crush his foot.
In a flash, a small knife pierced through the crowd and stabbed the man's thigh accurately.
The man screamed in shock and pain, his legs lost balance, and he staggered a few times and fell backwards to the ground.
The black girl who was slapped hard jumped up instantly, pounced on him, pulled out the knife from her thigh, and then stabbed him down several times!
Blood spurted out from the man's thigh, like a leaking shower head, pouring out with a hissing sound.
The man was so frightened that he turned pale and lost his mind. Soon, his health bar dropped to 0 and he was determined to be dead by the system.
Seeing the man who attacked was suddenly attacked, the situation suddenly reversed. The other tasker who originally wanted to teach them a lesson immediately gave up the idea and fled in shame.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, Song Yue did not ask for the knife back. He just turned around calmly, keeping his achievements and fame to himself.
Song Yue thought she would never see those two girls again.
But I didn't expect to meet him in the last promotion copy.
She has always admired those who dare to lend a helping hand in the darkness.
Because it is these excellent qualities of human beings that ignite the fire in the bitter winter, illuminate the way forward for those who are stuck in the quagmire, and the fire of humanity will continue to burn and never go out.
So when he found out it was them, Song Yue immediately used the injury to attract their attention and separated them from the main group, so that he could take action without accidentally hurting them.
[Tasker No. xx has died]
[Tasker No. xx has died]
…
The series of system reports brought Song Yue's thoughts back to reality.
These people were all the taskers who had just attempted to attack her.
However, she did not kill them, she just caused them to suffer some fractures. Now they are dying one by one, which means that No. 3 took their lives.
It’s better to break it off, Song Yue sighed, so that he won’t cause trouble for her later.
By the afternoon, the scorching sun almost boiled people into jerky, and the hot wind that blew from time to time made people squint.
In the distant sky, a black cloud seemed to be rolling, and the sand underfoot was trembling slightly.
Number 21 exclaimed, pointing at the slowly spreading black cloud and wondering, "What is that? A dark cloud?"
No. 22 immediately became concerned. "It doesn't seem so. It rarely rains in a desert environment. And don't forget, this is a dungeon. It's impossible to deliver water to the quester."
Otherwise, you won’t get what you ask for, so everyone might as well kneel on the ground and pray for rain.
Song Yue felt a deep whistling sound in the air. Her five senses had been strengthened, and now with her awakened vision skill, she could easily see what the "black cloud" in the distance was.
"It's not dark clouds, it's a black storm." Her voice dropped a few degrees.
"What is the Black Storm?" 21 and 22 turned their heads in unison.
"It's a type of sandstorm, but a severe one. Strong winds and a dense mixture of sand and soil raise enough sand to form a wall hundreds of meters high, reducing visibility to almost zero. Anyone caught in it is practically certain to die."
Song Yue said as he expanded his vision and quickly looked for a place to hide.
At this moment, she saw from afar a row of small wooden houses a few hundred meters away. They seemed to be specially built for the taskers and were waving to them temptingly.
He immediately turned around and asked 21 and 22, "Can you still run?"
The two of them nodded blankly: "Yes, sure."
Song Yue: "Okay, do you see the direction I'm pointing? There's a row of wooden houses over there. From now on, run with all your might!"
Number 22 looked ahead, his expression slightly startled: "But that's the direction you mentioned, the black storm..."
If they failed to arrive before the black storm swept through, wouldn't they die even faster?
"That's why I asked you to use all your strength." Song Yue stared at the two of them. "We've finally come this far. I don't think any of you want to die here, right?"
Her words ignited the desire to survive in 21 and 22. They gritted their teeth, took a step forward, and rushed out against the wind.
The estimated distance is 600 meters.
Under normal circumstances, sprinting 400 meters on the playground is not a difficult task, but now you are standing on the desert, and the sand will dissipate the force, causing you to expend more physical energy to sprint.
Gradually, No. 21 began to feel a little tired and the frequency of his steps decreased.
At the same time, she received a system prompt.
[You have fallen into a "moderately exhausted" state, losing 1 health point every 10 minutes]
【Note: The current health value is 90】
【Note: The current fatigue value is 75】
Oops, I wasn’t paying attention and my fatigue dropped to the warning level!
No. 21's heart was pounding, and he felt a sense of crisis coming from all directions.
The situation on the 22nd was not much better.
She was in a state of "slight fatigue" and "slight hunger". The two debuffs (negative states) superimposed on each other caused her health to drop twice as fast as others.
She would rather lose fatigue than lose health.
Because fatigue can be recovered by rest, but health cannot, this green bar can only be restored by taking medicine.
However, there was only one [Comfrey Potion] between the three of them, which was so precious that she did not dare to use it easily.
No. 22 put all his effort into it, determined to reach the finish line no matter what!
At this moment, both of them were so focused on reaching the finish line that they didn't notice that Song Yue had disappeared.
Because Song Yue had already arrived at the cabin.
She is fast and strong, so it is no problem for her to carry people on her back while running on the snow-capped mountains in the polar regions, let alone this little bit of sand.
The facts turned out to be just as she expected.
Song Yue raised her eyebrows. This row of cabins was really an eye candy.
There are clearly 5 wooden houses when viewed from a distance, but when you get closer, there is only 1 left, which means that part of what you saw before was an illusion.
She had a very good vision and couldn't have been wrong. The only explanation was that this was deliberately created by the system to tempt them.
As for the purpose?
It's very simple.
A strong sandstorm is coming, and the taskers must find a place to stay. If they see that there are 5 rooms here, everyone will definitely move here.
But when everyone arrived, they found that there was only one room. Then, wouldn’t the fighting plot that the system would most like to see happen?
Song Yue sneered and kicked the wooden door open.
There were no other task takers in the room yet, so Song Yue quickly closed the window, dragged over a round table, placed it upright in front of the window, and then pulled over a chair, sat on it, and waited intermittently.
The sandstorm was getting closer and closer to the wooden house, and the buzzing sound in my ears was like the roar of a vicious dog before its arrival.
The whole house was shaking, and the ceiling, beams, floors, tables and chairs were shaking continuously with clanging sounds.
Soon, Song Yue heard footsteps.
However, there was only number 22.
Before Song Yue could speak, a hand and a knife suddenly appeared on No. 22's neck.
A tall and strong man was blocking the door with a fierce look on his face.
"Give me the room!" The man with the number 10 written on his chest put a knife to the neck of number 22 and threatened viciously, "And leave everything you have with me!"
With the knife firmly pressed against her, No. 22 tensed up, but she remained sane. She tried to remain calm and mouthed to Song Yue, "No. 21 is alive, only slightly injured. No. 10 tied him up and left him outside. I was taken hostage."
Song Yue understood and narrowed her eyes slightly.
So he put his backpack on the ground, raised his hands obediently, and moved towards the door little by little.
Number 10 grinned sinisterly. "Very good, that's it. Go out slowly."
No. 22 was strangled by No. 10 and moved inside together, with a line of blood slowly seeping out of his neck.
As the two sides exchanged words, No. 22 understood what Song Yue meant.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then made up her mind, opened her eyes and suddenly grabbed the man's knife-holding hand, then twisted it hard, and the man's little finger broke with a snap!
ah--!
Man No. 10 screamed in pain.
At the same time, the knife fell from his hand.
Song Yue was quick-eyed and quick-handed. She caught the knife in mid-air and with a few swishes, the man's face was instantly torn apart!
This sword technique...! Number 22's heart trembled, and his mind inexplicably recalled the scene in the first promotion dungeon.
The man who slapped them was also suddenly hit in the thigh. The knife came so suddenly that no one saw who slapped him.
Could it be her?
No. 22 was secretly shocked.
Then his thoughts were interrupted by the other party: "Take it and stab him."
No. 22's hand suddenly trembled.
Song Yue raised her eyebrows: "Why, you don't dare?"
Number 22 raised his head and looked at her, his eyes suddenly becoming firm: "No, there's nothing I'm afraid of!"
As he said that, he took the knife and with a "whoosh" sound, stabbed it into the man's thigh just like in the first promotion copy.
If one strike is not fatal, then stab him twice or three times.
Only after hearing the system's death announcement did No. 22 let go and sat weakly on the ground.
Song Yue remained calm throughout the process and dragged the dead No. 10 to the door as a warning to others.
After doing all this, she turned around and asked, "Where's No. 21? Where is he?"
Number 22 quickly stood up, stumbled to the door, held onto the door frame, and pointed in a certain direction: "Over there."
Song Yue's eyes flashed: "It's a bit far."
"The black storm is coming soon."
The implication was that at this distance, it was impossible for her to rescue him.
No. 22 felt a sudden chill in his heart.
She knew that No. 12 had no obligation to save No. 21. Her previous help to them could be understood as repaying the favor of bandaging them. Now that the favor had been repaid, she had no reason to ask No. 12 to help again.
No. 22 gripped the door frame tightly, his knuckles gradually turning white.
Song Yue pretended not to notice No. 22's anxiety, walked into the house, sat down on a chair, and said, "Close the door."
No. 22 was stiff all over.
Seeing her standing by the door without any response, Song Yue lowered her head and concentrated on picking the sand from under her fingernails: "You can't always rely on someone to save her."
What……
Number 22 turned slowly and stared at Song Yue.
Song Yue: "You were the first one to advance to the dungeon. After being slapped, you were the first to grab the knife and fight back. Just now, when you encountered the robber No. 10, you chose to protect your teammates and become a hostage yourself. You are making progress, and she is standing still. Sooner or later, she will drag you down."
Song Yue said it lightly, but it sounded like a thunderclap to No. 22's ears.
"That day...it was you who saved us...!"
No. 22 woke up from a dream.
Song Yue didn't refute and continued, "I saved you that time because your actions were worth it. In other words, you earned the opportunity yourself. Now, it's No. 21's turn to prove whether she is worth saving."
Just because she was kind enough to save him once doesn't mean she has an obligation to save him a second or third time.
If No. 21 still couldn't stand up, she thought there was no need to save him.
The dust rolled and the wind was blowing wildly.
No. 22 stopped and looked outside the house, was silent for a moment, and then slammed the door shut with difficulty.
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