Chapter 8 Survival of the Brave
After Rong Yi left, he ran a distance and, seeing that no one was chasing him, switched to a jog without stopping until he got hungry and stopped for two minutes to eat and drink.
Looking at the countdown, there are about 48 hours left.
Rong Yi checked the supplies. After encountering the giant snake, she finished a bottle of purified water that was still more than half full. There were nine bottles left. She also ate two packs of compressed biscuits. Perhaps because of the high energy expenditure from running for a long time, one pack was not enough, and she needed two packs to feel full. Subconsciously, she dared not let herself go hungry, always feeling that it would be very bad for her health.
There are still five packs of compressed biscuits left, and as for medicine, only a few insecticide pills have been used, and the rest have not been touched.
We need to speed things up. If we keep going like this, and another situation like encountering a giant snake happens, the compressed biscuits definitely won't be enough.
Rong Yi cannot tolerate hunger, but he can endure a long journey.
As evening approached, she saw a narrow stream, which she could easily cross with a simple step.
Rong Yi was still a little worried, so he threw a few stones across the water, stirred the bottom of the water with a long branch, and tested the foothold on the opposite bank before crossing over.
The soft glow of the setting sun spilled onto the clear, narrow stream, making the water shimmer and allowing her to appreciate the beauty of nature.
However, nature is always cruel in disguise. Rong Yi turned and left. Although there was an empty bottle, he did not intend to fill it with water.
Unlike last night, when Li Huanxin and Ji Jianyuan were working together, Rong Yi was a little unsure of himself, wondering if a beast even more powerful than the giant snake would appear later.
After walking for half an hour, she finally encountered someone, but it was a dead person.
The dead woman was a girl with her hair in a bun. Her death was quite gruesome. Her exposed neck and face were covered with countless small holes, and inside each hole were pink tubular objects that were moving in and out. Although her face was full of holes, you could still see the fear she had felt before she died. The bottle in her hand was crushed and deformed.
Rong Yi's gaze fell on the corpse. Something was moving under the clothes. Looking at the bag on the back, he saw that the corpse was lying on its side, and it would be a bit tricky to take off the bag.
She didn't think those stretching and contracting things would just sit there and wait for the host to completely rot without looking for another host. After hesitating for a moment, Rong Yi remembered that she still had the clothes she wore when she arrived at the instance in her bag.
Since it was just an ordinary piece of clothing, exchanging it for a storage backpack wouldn't be a bad deal. He took out a long-sleeved shirt, used a twig to cover the corpse's face, and only carefully approached after making sure the neck and face were covered.
She wouldn't take the bag off by hand, so she used her dagger to cut a branch with a hook, hooked it onto the top handle of the backpack, then took out a rope and tied it to the branch. She then pulled herself back along the rope until she was seven or eight meters away and hid behind a tree.
To remove the backpack smoothly in one go, the body must be pulled face down.
Pulling the rope slowly, the body was easily pulled face down. The moment it was successfully turned over, the magenta tubular objects that were not covered on the back of the neck and the back of the head all spewed out from the holes, splashing over a range of four or five meters.
Rong Yi: "..." Thank goodness.
She lit a torch and threw it near the tubular objects. She found that the flames burned the objects completely, proving they were even more flammable than alcohol.
After waiting a few minutes without any further movement, she moved to a different position and pulled, and the shoulder strap slid smoothly off her arms.
Rong Yi held up the torch and burned all the tubular objects he saw, and even scorched the backpack before daring to open it.
The first thing I saw was a small survival supply package containing only food: four bags of compressed biscuits, one bag of vacuum-packed jerky, and two bags of vacuum-packed dried vegetables. There was no water at all; I guess the corpse was holding the last bottle.
Besides these, there were also utensils for steaming and cooking, such as iron racks, pots, pans, and spoons. It could be said that this person was even poorer than her.
Rong Yi put the food aside and tried putting the backpack into his own bag, wondering if that would work.
It's feasible. When I took it out again, I found that everything in the bag was still there and it could hold items normally. Even if I don't use this backpack myself, I can sell it to others for two or three points less after I go out. I believe someone will want it.
The body lay there quietly, and perhaps the movement just now had caused the tubular object to protrude, as the bulging under the clothes was now even greater than before.
Rong Yi took out the special alcohol. The description said that in addition to being a powerful disinfectant, it was important to remember not to let it come into contact with any sparks.
Since we've taken someone's things, it's not right to leave the corpse exposed in the wild like this.
He poured most of a bottle of alcohol over the corpse from head to toe, then found several tree trunks as thick as an arm to prop around it, scraped off a ring of turf, and after making the preparations, Rong Yi packed up his things, walked a distance and threw a torch next to the corpse. The specially made alcohol had a long burning time and high temperature, enough to burn the corpse to ashes.
The fire broke out, and Rong Yi stood and watched for a while before turning back to continue his journey.
The girl with the bun hairstyle had most of her food and all her props stolen, leaving only a half-empty bottle of water. But she was thankful that at least her life was not in danger and she could continue to complete the mission.
When crossing the stream, the girl hesitated for a long time before filling a bottle with tap water. Of course, she didn't drink it directly; instead, she boiled the water, scalded the bottle, and then filled it with the tap water. She also ate the insect repellent pills she had hidden in her pocket beforehand.
The insect-killing pills can dissolve all common parasites, but there is a type of first-order parasite in the river that cannot be killed by boiling water, and the insect-killing pills are ineffective against it.
Not long after the girl finished drinking it, she realized something was wrong and, in fear, swallowed all the deworming pills, but it still couldn't stop her from dying.
Several hours later, Rong Yi saw her body...
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Rong Yi walked for two hours after dark before stopping. The visibility was very limited as he carried a torch, and he could sense the gaze of unknown creatures in the darkness.
She emptied the branches she had picked up on the road and lit a fire. She was alone tonight, and with limited tools, she couldn't make any decent protection. She could only take out her special alcohol. If she encountered any danger, she could just pour it on and set it on fire. Even if she didn't burn to death, she would definitely be in serious trouble.
As for the pots and pans she collected from the girl with the bun hairstyle, she didn't use them. Who knew if there were still parasites on them? She even scorched the food packaging with fire before putting it in her bag.
As I sat and finished a bag of compressed biscuits, slowly becoming sleepy, the ground suddenly shook violently, and the sound of a tree stump cracking and falling in the distance reached me.
The creatures around him scattered in fright, and there was the sound of wings flapping overhead. Rong Yi lit a torch soaked in special alcohol so that it wouldn't easily go out while running.
The commotion grew louder and louder, and she dared not linger there, so she grabbed her torch and ran.
What exactly is going on? This isn't the first time we've experienced this kind of tremor.
Unable to find answers to his questions, Rong Yi could only follow the navigation and run forward, keeping the torch below his waist to make it easier to see the road ahead.
The special alcohol works very well; the faster it runs, the more intensely it burns.
A few minutes later, the tremors began to subside. Rong Yi slowly stopped, panting slightly as he looked back. Apart from the area illuminated by the firelight, everything else was pitch black.
Suddenly, a sense of unease welled up inside her, and she slowly slowed her breathing.
There must be something behind me; if I turn around, I'll definitely be attacked.
(End of this chapter)
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