They went to bed around 1 a.m. last night and only rested for a little over 6 hours. They are still sleepy and clearly drowsy.
However, everyone also knows that today is the departure date, and also the 64th day of the game...
There are only about 30 hours left until the 48-hour mark.
Judging by the time, those 50 people should arrive here around noon tomorrow.
Smoke billowed from the roof's exhaust vents, filling the house with the aroma of dumplings and pork.
Everyone was preparing for their last meal before leaving.
They made more than 160 dumplings, which was exactly 20 dumplings for each person.
There was also some pork and ribs soaking in salt water, which was reserved from last night.
In less than half an hour, the dumplings and several meat dishes were all ready.
Ye Feng smelled the fragrance and slowly opened his eyes.
He was quite satisfied with everyone's busy work.
While excessive psychological pressure is not good, it is still important not to let down one's guard against potential crises.
It was clear that everyone was very keen on ending the game early.
Ye Feng smiled and stretched...
"Brother Feng, you're awake? Come and see how my cooking is!"
Liu Sisi held scissors in her hand, and also had a tuft of hair in her other hand.
Ye Feng glanced over and noticed that Tang Weiwei's flowing long hair was gone.
It was cut into a frizzy buzz cut. Some messy strands of hair clung to his scalp, making him look rather comical.
To be honest, without clippers, it's already pretty good that it can be cut like this.
"How was it? She didn't cut my hair haphazardly, did she?"
Tang Weiwei's heart was bleeding. Accustomed to long hair, he suddenly felt a chill on his head.
Ye Feng nodded approvingly, suppressing the urge to laugh.
"Great, this looks much better than long hair. Go wash up quickly, we're leaving after dinner."
Upon hearing this, he immediately grabbed the shampoo and went out…
Half an hour later, everyone devoured the entire table of food in no time.
Without even taking a break, they started packing their luggage and checking supplies.
They currently have about 160-170 jin of dried meat in reserve, plus nearly 20 jin of taro cakes, which is more than enough food.
After a quick tidying up, they discarded all the unnecessary tools.
For example, there were large wooden jars, clay pots made in the past, and the large round iron pot that had just been seized. And some small trinkets.
This time, their goal is to escape, not to survive.
No matter how high your quality of life is, it's useless if you can't survive.
In short, it means traveling light.
Soon, with mixed feelings, everyone left the camp one by one, but they did not go far.
They stood there, gazing up at the treehouse where they had lived for so many days, overwhelmed with mixed emotions.
Especially Ye Feng and his group of five…
This house is a treehouse that they spent many days building.
They experienced laughter, pain, unity, frustration, and triumphs here…
This place holds so many memories for them…
Parting always makes people feel down, even if it's a lifeless house.
Moreover, they've almost memorized every single plant and tree here.
People are always nostalgic; it's one of their instinctive emotions.
"I hope I'll have the chance to come back someday. By then, I should be a Chinese tourist."
Ye Feng sighed inwardly…
He slowly walked forward and hugged the massive tree trunk that supported the treehouse.
"Goodbye, everyone. Thank you for protecting us for so long. I hope you live another 100 years..."
If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely come back to see you again.
After saying that, the group took one last, reluctant look at the treehouse before leaving.
Unlike their disappointed mood, Mao Mao and Da Wang were very happy.
Playing is in a monkey's nature, and they were standing on Ye Feng's shoulders.
Its fluffy little head bobbed around, making cheerful "ooh" sounds, as if it really enjoyed going on trips.
Perhaps they've had enough of this place...
Ye Feng glanced at his watch and zoomed in on the map.
From this perspective, they were only half a finger's length away from the red dot indicating their destination.
But he knew that 50 kilometers was no small distance.
When they first went to get the weapons, it took them four or five days to cover just 12 kilometers.
They encountered many dangers along the way, which nearly cost them their lives.
Fortunately, this also gave them experience in traveling long distances.
This time, they were fully armed and acted with great efficiency.
In addition to the fish scale armor, everyone's leg wraps and sleeves had been reinforced and lengthened by Liu Sisi.
Therefore, they have no need to worry about the threat of poison from the ground.
Unless it's a python, it simply can't bite through three layers of thick wild boar skin.
They can go forward boldly.
The first half hour went well; everyone had a smooth journey.
Having lived here for so long, I am quite familiar with the surrounding roads and terrain.
But later on, the map led them down a path they had never taken before.
The forests here are home to many climbing plants.
They were everywhere on the ground, almost covering all the land.
Ye Feng hates walking on these kinds of paths the most because he has no idea how high these plants are from the ground.
It's like going down the stairs in the dark; it's easy to trip and fall.
Helpless, the group could only proceed step by step using walking sticks.
It took them more than half an hour to get out of that small grove of trees.
Clearly, based on the show's past questionable practices, this was a route chosen intentionally to slow them down.
After all, Ye Feng always manages to create miracles. If he takes too many benefits, the 50 people behind him might not be able to catch up with him.
They thought that was the end of it, but after walking for another ten minutes or so, the weather started to turn against them again.
It hadn't rained for almost three days, and the sunlight they had vaguely seen in the morning had completely disappeared.
Dark clouds blocked out all the light; it was clearly a little past 9 a.m., but the sky was as dark as 5 or 6 p.m.
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
At that moment, a faint chirping sound came from Ye Feng's backpack.
He opened them and found three small wooden jars containing bullet ants.
Inside the wooden jar, the bullet ants were crawling around in a chaotic frenzy.
The piercing ant chirping sound was somewhat like the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard, giving people goosebumps.
"Brother Feng, what do they mean by this?"
Zhan Pengfei asked, puzzled…
Ye Feng glanced at her…
"Having lived here for so long, have you forgotten even common sense? What does it mean when ants move house?"
"It's raining heavily!?"
"That's right."
Ye Feng looked at the dark sky, and could faintly hear the rumble of thunder.
His expression was extremely grim. Judging from the sky, it wasn't just ordinary rain, but a thunderstorm.
We've only been out for a short while, and we're already having such bad luck...
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