Chapter 99
"99, are you okay? 99!"
A little distance away from Song Yue, No. 100 got up from the ground and found No. 99 lying beside her with his head tilted.
She put her hand in front of No. 99's nose and felt a very shallow breath with her bloody fingers.
The person is still alive!
No. 100 was delighted. She hurriedly checked No. 99's injury, but when her eyes moved to the latter's waist, she found a very large cut on No. 99's lower back.
Blood was constantly flowing out of the gap, but because she was blocking it with her body, she didn't notice it at first.
No. 100 stared at the blood in the mud in horror, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly, the next moment, her eyes were fixed on the backpack next to No. 99.
That's 99.
If I'm not mistaken, there should be a prop inside.
No. 100 suddenly felt his heartbeat begin to accelerate.
There's nothing we can do about it. Who made them rank so low?
Those who were last in the group only had one chance to draw the roulette wheel. Those with slightly better results had two. As for number 1 who sat next to her before, she had three chances.
The thought of this differential treatment made her feel very sad.
They already had a lower starting point than everyone else, and now they have fewer chances to draw items. Isn't this a classic case of the good getting better and the bad getting worse? This is a vicious cycle. How can they possibly make it to the end?
Even though he felt extremely uncomfortable, No. 100 could only grumble in his heart. After all, complaining was useless and would only make him feel more unbalanced.
Thinking that she was the last one in this round, and that her empty backpack contained only a bottle of comfrey potion and nothing else, she reached out to No. 99's backpack without anyone noticing.
No. 99 seemed to sense something, his eyelids suddenly twitched and he opened them.
"...100...what are you doing..." 99 looked at her slowly, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. Then, she seemed to realize something, and her pupils suddenly widened. "...You...you...! My props...!"
Due to his excitement, a stream of blood from his chest choked his throat. Before No. 99 could finish his words, he turned sideways, covered his chest, and vomited a large amount of pus and blood in pain.
No. 100 stood nearby. He was a little afraid at first, and his hand reaching for the backpack obviously retracted. But when he saw that No. 99 was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to speak, he suddenly felt confident.
Without saying a word, she picked up No. 99's backpack in front of him, rummaged through it, and found a dagger in her hand.
"So you got a weapon." She held the hilt and looked at it in front of her eyes. "The quality is pretty good, should it be excellent?"
Number 99 lay on the ground, her chin and chest covered in blood. She stared at the person in front of her in disbelief, her pale face clearly revealing her weakness: "...100...we agreed...that we would join forces...how could you...steal my things..."
Number 100 blinked and said, "I didn't steal yours. You're almost dead. Taking something from a dead person is nothing, right?"
After saying that, he put the dagger into his backpack.
However, 99 seemed to have suddenly become manic. Regardless of the injury on his lower back, he quickly got up and pounced on her!
"This is mine...you are not allowed to take it...!"
I don’t know if it was a last-ditch effort before death, but No. 100 found that No. 99’s strength suddenly became astonishingly great!
Damn it, he's obviously a dying man, why is he still hanging on here?
No. 100 was annoyed and after being thrown to the ground, he quickly pulled out a dagger and aimed it at the back of No. 99's neck.
Phew!
The sharp blade stabbed straight into No. 99's head from back to front.
No. 99 stared at the person below him in shock, his eyes almost popping out.
She half opened her mouth, cried out, and tried to struggle, but the blade pierced through her mouth and came out directly. She was in so much pain that she couldn't utter a word.
Tears flowed out, making the face even dirtier.
No. 100 just felt that he was in the way, so he pulled out his dagger, raised his knee, and kicked the man down.
"You could have lived for a few more minutes, but now you're all right. Let's get going."
No. 100 looked at her with disgust, patted himself, and limped to a tree.
Her ankle was injured, probably cut by plane debris, revealing the white bones, and the red blood bar also dropped to 90.
It hadn't reached the critical value of 75 yet, and after thinking about it, she decided not to use the only healing item on hand.
She was ranked last in this competition and was worse than others in everything.
All she could do was show weakness, pretend, and then take the opportunity to kill the other party and take away the other party's good things.
No. 99 was a good start, and No. 100 raised the corners of his mouth and showed a smile of victory.
After 15 minutes, the shadow of the branch moved a little.
Song Yue also made a mark, and then connected the initial point and the current point into a straight line. This straight line pointed to the east-west direction. Then he took the middle value on the straight line and made a perpendicular line, with both ends of the perpendicular line pointing to the north and south.
It is noon now, and the direction of the connected line is more accurate.
Song Yue raised his head and looked at the position of the sun, and combined it with the cross lines drawn on the ground to confirm the east, south, west and north.
At this time, Aloyna also came back with fruits. She patted the bulging backpack behind her and said, "I picked more than 20. They taste very fresh. Let me know when you are hungry later."
Song Yue stood up and said with a smile: "I have found the direction too. Let's go. This is the southeast direction where the river is."
The two of them walked one in front and one behind, and not far away from them, there were a few pairs of eyes staring at them eagerly.
The fragments of the disintegrated plane were everywhere. Song Yue and Aloyna could see the wreckage of the plane and the remains of other mission members every time they walked a distance.
Due to the high temperature caused by the disintegration and fall, some of the taskers were burned to death on the spot.
The expressions before death were frozen on their faces: wide-open pupils, half-open mouths, and extremely distorted postures. Everything silently told of the fear in their hearts at the moment the disaster struck.
There were also some people who were not burned. Like himself, they were blown away by the strong airflow and then fell in a spiral.
Unfortunately, due to the lack of resistance, their landing was like a meteorite hitting the ground. They were either smashed to pieces on the spot or seriously injured, waiting for death.
Even though he is not dead yet, he can only watch himself die.
This kind of pain is ten thousand times more painful than instant death.
Aloyna couldn't bear to look at these people anymore, so she turned her head back. Suddenly, a hand was raised and grabbed her ankle.
She hissed, attracting the attention of Song Yue in front of her.
"What's wrong?" Song Yue turned around.
Aloyna gently moved her feet away and looked at the ground: "He is still alive."
Song Yue walked over on the half-human-high grass and found that this was the boy sitting in the row behind her who didn't want the parachute bag, No. 18.
Number 18 opened his only eye and recognized Song Yue: "...It's you..."
Song Yue looked at No. 18, who could hardly be described as human.
There was not a single healthy spot on his body. The wounds were bloody, his ribs were exposed, and half of his internal organs had fallen out. In this situation, even the comfrey potion could not save him.
Number 18 probably knew he was dying and had no intention of asking them to save him. Instead, he struggled to pull out a pocket watch from his pocket and handed it to him tremblingly: "...Number 30...my girlfriend...see her...give it to her...thank you..."
After saying that, he looked to the side and said, "...Please help...kill me...I'll give you the props..."
His backpack fell beside him. Song Yue picked it up and found it was a fruit knife.
Judging from his ranking of No. 18, he should have had two chances to draw the roulette wheel. Obviously, he gave the other one he drew to his girlfriend, No. 30.
Song Yue held the fruit knife, squatted down, and solemnly confirmed with him again.
Number 18 forced a smile: "...I can't live anymore...Kill me...End...my suffering...Remember the pocket watch..."
After getting his confirmation, Song Yue nodded, then pointed the knife downward and pierced into No. 18's heart with a "whoosh".
The next second, a prompt sound rang.
[Tasker No. 18 has died]
No. 30, who was far away in another place, was stunned when he heard the sound and couldn't help but cry.
The tropical rainforest is very large, and even if Song Yue found the exact location, he would not be able to reach the river for a while.
They would definitely have to rest in the woods tonight, so they had to get ready before dark.
Aloyna happened to be thinking the same thing as her. Before she could say anything, she asked, "Sister, what are your plans for sleeping tonight?"
Song Yue said bluntly, "We have two choices. Either we climb a tree to protect ourselves from wild beasts at night, or we sleep here, but we need to take turns keeping watch. Which one do you want to choose?"
Aloyina hummed, as if she was struggling. "Sleeping in a tree might not be very comfortable, and the yellow stripe's fatigue level probably won't increase much. Let's sleep on the ground. One of us will guard the first half of the night, and the other the second half. Is that okay?"
Song Yue: "Okay, then I'll come for the first half of the night."
The first half of the night was even more tiring, so she took the initiative to take on this responsibility.
In the dark night, three pairs of eyes wandered around, like hungry jackals.
"Number 17, you deal with number 3. I see that woman is very gentle, so she should be easy to deal with."
"Number 13, you'll start from behind and strangle Number 1, and then I'll grab the backpack."
"Remember, although we have no weapons and started off worse than others, we were lucky. Not only did we survive the plane crash, but we also met two female taskers here."
"Don't be fooled by their high rankings. Brother, let me tell you, this is all fake!"
"We're three against two, we're guaranteed to win!"
Listening to the plan of buddy No. 10, No. 13 and No. 17 nodded repeatedly.
Their rankings are not low, all within the top 20, and they are definitely above those two girls in terms of physical strength and power.
As long as this one succeeds, they can get the props in their hands.
The taskers within the top 10 can draw 3 times, they must have drawn something good!
As the three people thought so, a surge of blood gradually rose in their chests.
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