Inside and outside the cave, all was quiet.
The candlelight flickered, and the sound of the leaping flames gently caressed my ears.
Xia Chuhe felt sleepy. She hadn't had a proper full night's sleep in the days before and after she transmigrated into the wasteland.
Suddenly relaxing, I felt an overwhelming wave of drowsiness.
She muttered to herself, "Looks like they're not coming. Time to sleep. If you're going to schedule the night watch, please put me last..."
Xia Chuhe's voice grew softer and softer, and before he could finish speaking, he fell asleep leaning against Lu Dangui's shoulder.
Lu Danggui smoothed out her fur, placed her by the fire, and adjusted her into a comfortable sitting position.
The firelight made Xia Chuhe's face look a little red, and she looked serene and gentle.
At this moment, the six people in the cave, though having faced life and death together twice, were still clearly divided into two groups.
Su Ye looked at Xia Chuhe's sleeping face and couldn't help but smile.
She really is a rich girl, exuding an innocent charm as if she had been raised in a pampered environment.
She has a clean appearance, delicate skin, and clear eyes.
Although they know a lot, they will reveal their special abilities without any precautions, and casually disclose their life skills and cooking methods.
Su Ye secretly glanced at Lu Dangui, who was staring blankly at the firelight.
People like Lu Danggui are the real wasteland dwellers.
He wore linen clothes common in the wasteland, carried highly concealable weapons, had noticeable calluses on his fingertips, and had light brown marks left from healed scars on the back of his hands.
His eyes were numb and tired, only brightening when he saw food.
Thinking of this, Su Ye's smile gradually disappeared.
Like Lu Dangui, she was a down-on-her-luck, wasteland dweller.
However, if possible, she was willing to provide some help to Xia Chuhe within her capabilities, so that her exhaustion and numbness would come later, much later.
Su Ye lowered her eyes and whispered in Du Zhen's ear, "Sister Zhen, if Chu Yuxun and the others haven't joined other organizations, could we let them join our corps?"
Du Zhen lowered his voice: "Let's talk about it after we get out of the dungeon alive."
Du Zhen also wanted to recruit them, but the prerequisite was that they had to live; everyone had to live well.
It was late at night.
Everyone else slept soundly, leaving only Wang Yan to keep watch at night.
Xia Chuhe, on his deathbed, was startled awake.
Something's not right. She felt like she was overlooking something.
Think about it again, think it over carefully.
Snow hut, firewood, willow branches, flour, tea leaves, stone shovel, mold, plastic bag, a mysteriously appearing hole...
Xia Chuhe had a conjecture, but it still needed to be verified.
She asked Wang Yan softly, "Brother Yan, have you ever seen how the sanitation team handles garbage?"
"I've seen it. Many non-evolved individuals in the base make a living this way."
"I'm a little curious, could you tell me more about it?"
Wang Yan scratched his head. Rich people are really strange; they're curious about everything and want to know everything.
"The cleanup team mainly consists of two groups. One group consists of non-evolved individuals who are responsible for receiving the garbage sent from the upper levels underground, and then sorting, compressing, and packing it. The other group consists of evolved individuals who are responsible for bringing the packed garbage into the instance. There is usually one space-type evolved individual in the team."
Xia Chuhe nodded thoughtfully.
How could a piece of plastic happen to float by when the garbage is compressed and packaged?
They fished for so long, only to find a pile of trash. It didn't look like a carefully planned bag of garbage dumped in the lake; it looked more like someone had just carelessly tossed it aside.
"By the way, are there many space-type evolvers?"
Xia Chuhe was a little curious. It was one thing for Pan Sheng to be a space-type user, but how come even the garbage collector was a space-type user?
In novels, spatial abilities are rare and hard to come by, so why are they so worthless in the wasteland?
“There weren’t many before, it’s all increased in the last ten years or so, and many of them are artificial humans.” Wang Yan shrugged. “Probably because the upper echelons have come up with some new technology.”
"Artificial human" is another term Xia Chuhe is unfamiliar with.
Playing games and stepping into games are completely different.
Games are just programs and data packages, but in this wasteland, everyone is alive and unique. Every setting feels real, and every detail feels like life.
Xia Chuhe took out a stone mold from the farm.
After using the mold for several days, this was the first time Xia Chuhe had carefully observed its details.
The mold is made to a standard standard, with a rough but regular interior and sharp edges. It doesn't look like a product that was hand-polished; it looks more like a mass-produced product from an industrial assembly line.
Xia Chuhe pulled a piece of firewood from the fire and quietly examined the cave wall.
The entrance to this cave is round, but the inside is rather square, and the cave walls are smooth, indicating that it was not formed naturally.
Perpendicular to the opening of the hole, there are two distinct small depressions in the ground, about an arm's length apart.
Xia Chuhe looked left and right, up and down.
Wang Yan asked curiously, "Are you performing a ritual?"
Xia Chuhe ignored him.
Her right foot suddenly kicked something, neither hard nor heavy, unlike a stone.
Xia Chuhe looked with a torch and saw an irregularly shaped sphere with green sprouts, which was rotten and blackened.
It's a potato.
Thinking of the barren land on his phone, Xia Chuhe harvested the sprouting, rotten potatoes and brought them to the farm.
This potato was her biggest reward from entering the dungeon—a seed.
However, whether it's even possible to plant it is still uncertain. Before planting, the pollution concentration of the angelica root should be tested.
Xia Chuhe returned to the campfire.
Now, she was certain of her guess.
This hole is an unfinished cellar. The depression below the entrance is because a ladder was placed there for a long time, and potatoes were once stored inside the cellar.
All the clues point to one answer—
The snow apes were not the former rulers of this small world.
It is a human being.
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