It's said that daytime temperatures in the desert can reach over 45 degrees Celsius, with surface temperatures even approaching 70 degrees Celsius. Xi Xi couldn't even imagine what she would do without an insulated roof, or what would happen to her supplies. To save gasoline, Xi Xi hesitated for a long time before deciding against turning on the air conditioning. Without a stable fuel supply, she had no choice but to make do for now.
After driving for about two hundred kilometers, Xi Xi finally saw the treasure chest hidden next to the dead trees by the roadside again. This time, the treasure chest was made of wood, which was completely different from the stone treasure chest before.
Its natural wood color served as excellent camouflage, blending seamlessly into the withered trees and yellow sand. This made Xi Xi wonder if she had missed other treasure chests. It turned out that treasure chests weren't necessarily located in the middle of the road; they could be scattered along the surrounding area.
Does this mean that the distribution of treasure chests is completely random? Even if you don't use any means of transportation and simply cross the desert by human power, there is still a chance of encountering a treasure chest?
Xi Xi walked to the wooden box, lost in thought. The blazing sun hung high above the boundless desert, baking the dry sand until it was scorching hot, and the ground was so hot that the soles of her shoes felt sticky.
Just as Xi Xi was about to pry open the dead wood, she heard a faint rustling sound. This slightly familiar sound was different from what she remembered. Her expression tightened, and she instantly drew her light-blade scythe.
In the blink of an eye, an unusual sand snake darted up from the scorching sand, locking onto Xi Xi's steps like an arrow released from a bow.
With a swift stroke, the blade fell without hesitation. Wherever the light swept across, the desert fire seemed to intensify. Xi Xi looked at the remaining half of the broken sand snake's head at her feet, and the eyes, unique to cold-blooded animals, were all too familiar to her.
In the six years of the apocalypse filled with the aura of death, behind every moment of barely surviving and having enough to eat and drink, there was a thrilling struggle for survival.
Xi Xi deftly buried the snake's head in the scalding sand. Her experience with slash snakes in the apocalypse taught her that regardless of whether a snake was venomous or not, the head had to be dealt with first. This was because snake venom is a complex substance mainly composed of proteins, and it is usually stored in the venom glands at the back of the head.
When a snake is killed, although its body dies, its nerves do not immediately disappear; it still retains instinctive neural reflexes. If not properly buried, even if only the snake's head remains, it still poses a risk of attack.
In the second year of the apocalypse, Xi Xi witnessed firsthand someone who approached a venomous snake's carcass out of curiosity, only to be bitten on the calf by the dead snake's head and die. She deeply understood that this was not an exaggeration, but a real potential risk.
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