Chapter 41 Strange Rain

Author: ginger porridge

Chapter 41 Strange Rain

The previous fish head eyes.

Almost all the creatures here only have freezing temperatures.

Compared with the pure red eyes on the tentacles, these eyes are not much different from the fish eyes in the real world, but they have the fear of being enlarged.

For the sake of the child's physical and mental health, Yan Zi did not catch the blue eggs, but opened the shells himself.

[Apron × 1, syringe × 2, nutrient solution × 2, rice × 1, cloth × 4, rope × 4, beef tendon × 2]

▲Apron: It can be used as a kitchen utensil in the real world. With it, you will not be afraid of getting your clothes dirty when cooking. The size can be adjusted.

▲Syringe: can be used for medical purposes and to deliver liquids.

▲Nutrient solution: Calcium tablets for plants, which can ensure their healthy growth.

There was no blueprint this time, but it was as expected by Yan Zi. After all, the P value of the sea fish head is not as high as that of the dark green toad.

I do have a bag of rice, which is enough to last for a while.

As for the freshly caught salmon, Yan Zi didn't plan to sell it this time. Since he was sure that the underworld live broadcast room only wanted to watch him suffer, he still kept this thing just in case.

"It seems that we still need to make a pot."

Yan. Dark God of Cooking Zi, after entering the game for a few days, finally met Guo.

[Tip: The materials currently needed to make an iron pot - scrap iron x 6, rope x 1]

【Iron pan×1】

Yanzi hung the iron pot with a rope on the campfire shelf. Currently, she has not unlocked the pot spatula, only a digging shovel, and has not yet mastered the iron sand palm.

So after thinking about it, I decided to make chopsticks, spoons, and bowls first.

My life was rough, and I would just grab it with my hands every time. I couldn't let my children be like me.

[Tip: Chopsticks - wood × 2, spoon - wood × 2, wooden bowl - wood × 4]

【Can you please make it?】

"Two sets."

Yanzi made arrangements directly.

There is only a wooden bowl more than the spoons and chopsticks. It is not very big and can be held in a palm, but it is just right for Dan Zaizi to use.

After solving the problem of the child's meal ritual, she finally went to unpack the drawing. The random pattern changed several times, and finally settled on the same weapon.

▲Dagger drawing: a weapon suitable for close defense.

[Tip: Materials currently needed - refined iron × 4, stone × 1]

Yan Zi was stunned for a moment, then saw another line of reminder at the back.

[Refined Iron: Needs to be refined in a furnace.]

Therefore, this weapon can only be put aside for a while.

The man's raft was pulled over with a hook and rope. There were not many things on it. In addition to the campfire stand and workbench, there was also a box and a set of small tables and chairs.

Most people probably haven't filled up the 100-slot backpack, so the box is empty. As for the tables and chairs, he probably has the drawings on hand.

It seems that the items in the player's backpack will condense into beads together with death, and not even a hair can be retrieved. The items on the raft can be left behind.

Yanzi moved them all up and disassembled the campfire stand, workbench and raft.

[Successful decomposition, obtained wood × 30, scrap iron × 22, rope × 2, ham × 1]

The piece of meat flew out from the middle of the workbench, and the puppy jumped three feet high to catch the blue egg like a Frisbee. It whined and accurately caught it with its mouth.

Danzaizi blinked at her twice, then jumped over very sensibly and handed the thing into her hand.

"good."

Yan Zi is not good at coaxing children, and petting babies is about the same as petting puppies.

She made another fishing net and put it into the water. When she looked up, she saw dark clouds.

The originally gray clouds were dyed ink, like huge balloons filled with turbulent liquid that were about to explode.

Other players in the area chat also quickly noticed this situation.

"I'll go, is it going to rain?"

"Is this a dark cloud? Damn it, it's like the sky is about to fall. It's too scary!"

"I don't have an umbrella. If I catch a cold in a place like this and don't have medicine, I'm going to die!"

"My eyelids keep twitching, nothing will happen..."

"Has anyone made an umbrella? I'll buy it at a high price!"

"My poor old attacker, if it really starts to attack later, it's up to you to block it for me..."

As the moisture became heavier and heavier, Yanzi covered his throbbing right arm and called the child's voice.

"Sister Yan?"

The wind on the other end was a little noisy, and the young man's hair was blown wildly.

"Take this." She made an umbrella out of the newly cut beef tendon.

"Sister Yan?"

The child's voice was shocked. He remembered clearly that he had never seen Yan Zi before, and there had never been such a young person among his parents' old acquaintances...

"Take it." Yan Zi's tone was a bit tough.

Staring at the young face in front of her, she seemed to have thought of something. Her voice softened and she said, "Don't be afraid, you'll be fine if you have an umbrella."

"Thank you, Sister Yan..."

The child's voice opened its mouth, but before she could finish her words of thanks, the next moment her eyes suddenly widened and her tone changed, "Sister! Toad!! Toad, that toad is here again..."

"Beep——"

"Child's voice?"

The video stopped abruptly as if it was interfered by some magnetic field.

At the same time, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the sky.

Something seemed to collide in the clouds, and Yan Zi fell down uncontrollably, hitting the black dining chair hard.

She was holding on to the armrest with one hand, and she could feel a sticky squirming feeling under her palm, restlessly wrapping around her fingertips. This kind of situation had only occurred when she was eating live...

If the number of people in the chat room at that time hadn't been there, it would have been so quiet that it would have been like a collective death.

The weird suffocating feeling of joy is exactly the same as when Scarecrow was there just now, and the emotion is even much stronger. But this time the health bar has really dropped to a high risk.

Yan Zi crawled forward twice and assumed a standard lying-in-coffin posture. There was thin blood oozing from the corners of her mouth and nostrils, but her chaotic five senses made it difficult for her to tell where the blue egg was, so she simply picked it up from her backpack.

Take something out and chew it.

You can eat whatever you catch, your brain is like mush anyway, as long as you can survive.

She didn't dare to look up at the clouds anymore, she just tried her best to keep the trace of blood from being drained.

I don't know how long it has been like this, but the surrounding world seems to have been wrapped in eggshells. Even the system has disappeared.

Dimly, Yanzi saw that the scarecrow on the edge of the raft seemed to have changed back into the dead man, and then changed several faces.

After flipping through several familiar pictures, she suddenly settled on a beautiful young face...

The coat was exactly the same as the one she wore, except that the cuffs were not frayed, so you could clearly see a silver star badge, with a bright red spot in the middle like blood splatter.

He was hanging there, with his lowered eyebrows gentle and holy, like the Holy Son being sent to the execution rack.

Yan Zi's throat was dry and he subconsciously reached out his hand...
Chapter completed!