Chapter 211 Mo Mao's Death 2
But this is where the problem lies. These newly grown trees have not yet completely established their roots.
It was at that time that the rain began to get heavier. It rained for several days in a row, and the trees around him drowned themselves without him having to cut them down!
He sees trees falling down every day and the surrounding soil often becomes loose.
[His Majesty Nan]: "Treasure the fact that I am still alive. Who knows, I might be drowned by a mudslide in the next few days!"
Although he always said that he wanted to give up, he still upgraded the stone house for the sake of living.
Apart from this, what Qi Xuanze had to do every day was to dig three-forked bitter gourds to trade with Shu Lingyi.
Everyone is still living a dull, fulfilling yet slightly stressful life.
But some people have reached the end of their lives.
Mo Mao was lying on the bed. He had been having a fever since last night and was sleeping soundly today.
My body is like a world of ice and fire, constantly hot and cold, and it's really uncomfortable.
The health bar is also constantly dropping, and now it has dropped to the last 20 points.
The wooden boards on the roof were leaking water and dripping into the house, and some of them even fell on him.
“Hmm…”
Try as he might, he could only open his eyes a little bit; his eyes and body were so heavy that he could not move at all.
It was as if a lead ball was tied to each of his limbs, pulling him down.
Although his blood level had been dropping over the past few days, he had not been completely tormented by the cold into his current state, and he could still boil some medicinal soup to recover.
He was glad that he had stocked up some extra ingredients for the medicinal soup.
He wanted to sell the medicine soup at the trading center, but even though the price was very low, no one was willing to buy it.
Instead, he was ridiculed by a group of people on the public screen for a long time.
The fire in the room had been put out little by little by the water falling from the ceiling.
The whole room was cold and damp, and the chill kept moving towards him.
Mo Mao wrapped himself tightly in the only animal skin and blanket he had. He was so cold that his face turned pale, but he was still shivering with cold sweat.
The wear and tear of the wooden house is still increasing. The heavy rain outside does not stop because of it. The wooden boards in some corners of the house are beginning to turn black.
[Eight Hundred Million Girls’ Dream]: “Save me…”
This was the last message he could send. Two minutes later, his health bar dropped by 10 points.
[Yan Yan]: "Save you? Why should I save you?"
[Yan Yan]: "Don't forget that this is a survival game, where the weak are the strongest and the weak are the weaker!"
[Jing Yu]: "Haha! I've finally waited for this day. What you said on the public screen at that time, so many people asked you for help, but have you ever helped anyone?!"
Since there is no one among so many players that they really know.
However, there are some players who have never met each other but have experienced the natural disaster together for nearly a month.
They have helped each other and even joked together and made each other happy while chatting.
In that situation, they had no relationship, but they had very deep feelings for each other.
Everything ends at the vernal equinox!
[Cha Shao's lovely wife]: "I wonder if you still remember those people who set themselves on fire and burned the trees at the end of the solar term?"
[Yan Yan]: "You still remember that it was them who used their own lives to consume the oxygen in the entire district. That fire burned until the end of the spring equinox!"
【Ginger is still wise with age】: "I don't know if you and I have ever truly regretted anything now."
Shu Ling saw that his own father had spoken, so how could he have the nerve to hide behind and keep silent?
The reason why no one said anything in the front was that no matter what, Mo Mao was still the real enemy of the players in the other zone.
She would rather watch the show from the sidelines.
[Little Snowflake]: "You ignored the deaths of those people at that time. The result today will be the cause in the future."
[Xiao Ling Xiyue]: "Then I'd rather let you die like this. What a pity. That fire killed more than 700 people. I still can't forget it..."
[Xiao Ling Xiyue]: "Why can you be so calmly taken away by the rain, while they have to suffer the burning like that!"
[Little Snowflake]: "How dare I post this and ask us to save you? It's already great that we didn't make fun of you!"
[Xia Ri Bin Bin]: "Ah, I was wrong. I was just watching a joke."
[Shao Qing Bu Fu Qing]: "I have been waiting for the news of his death for a long time. I thought he would leave quietly."
[Qing Ben Zhiruo]: "He is such an egomaniac, how could he leave quietly? Before he died, he sent a message to annoy us!"
The messages on the projection screen were scrolling frantically. Among the more than 3,000 surviving players in the same zone as Mo Mao, it could be said that there was not a single one who did not hold any resentment towards him.
During these few days, some unlucky people passed away first and did not see the news of Mo Mao's death today.
[Jing Yu]: "It just so happens that now is the Qingming Festival. I wonder if those people you killed will come back and drag you to hell with their own hands!"
[Little Snowflake]: "Please don't do that. It will bring bad luck to anyone who gets involved with him!"
In just a moment, the last message sent by Mo Mao was erased and his health bar dropped to zero.
He lay on the bed, waiting for the moment when his life would end.
Even his wooden house began to collapse and broke down.
The noise caused by the collapse of his wooden house was the falling of trees on the mountain and the rolling of huge rocks on the top of the mountain.
The water rushed down, driving the soil to roll down and sparks, and a not-so-serious mudslide was formed.
In just 10 minutes, all traces of Mo Mao's existence were buried under the soil.
No one knew all this, but as long as they thought that this person was finally dead, everyone felt relieved.
Even the players who were sick and dizzy suddenly became energetic and immediately jumped up and sang a song.
【Ginger is still wise with age】: "Hey, Yi Yi is outside your territory. It seems like there is something blocking me from entering."
Yangwang finally rode his group of wild boars to the outside of the territory. The protective shield was transparent, so neither he nor the wild boars noticed it and they crashed into it.
At this moment, he touched his forehead and had already sent a message to Shu Lingyi. Then the options presented by the system appeared in his mind.
Sometimes he thought of what Shu Lingyi had told him a few days ago. Faced with two choices, he naturally chose to surrender without hesitation.
"Oh, I'm finally going to see my baby daughter. It's not easy to get here."
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