The sea breeze blows through the rock walls, through the dry forest, through the gaps, and howls and echoes over the island.
Even the whining sea breeze cannot blow away the strange fog that pervades the deep sea.
Before the mist melted into darkness and completely enveloped the island, Qianye received the news from the first island and was finally able to relax temporarily.
"They can't see the fire... we're stealthy enough."
There are forty participating players plus Mu Su, a total of forty-one. Wangwenwenqie and five people stayed in Broken Mountain as two of the three cunning rabbit caves. A few dozen minutes ago, Qianye asked two more players to bring enough fish and meat to survive the night to support Wangwenwenqie. The remaining three
Fourteen people were hiding in four scattered stone houses.
Qianye hopes that all players will survive by the end of the countdown, although this is a luxury.
The player tending the fire heard this and safely threw the dried branches into the bonfire.
The increasingly strong flames dispersed the gray mist that penetrated the stone house, protecting everyone.
Raw fish with unprocessed guts were piled nearby, waiting for the ashes to accumulate enough to be thrown in and simmered instead of being roasted in a way that would attract attention.
And because of the tedious pure survival, the number of active people in the official live broadcast is gradually decreasing.
【Countdown:64:07:59】
However, not many players exited the live broadcast. The countdown clearly implies that there will be no peace in the future. They are waiting for trouble to find these contestants to add some fun to the audience, and then go about their own business. For example, cleaning up the housework, patrolling the planetary belt, and preparing for the first place.
Entered into battle for the first time, discussed amending the bill, and formulated a plan to invade the galaxy.
Just like a classroom without a teacher, as time goes by, the depressing atmosphere is replaced by tiny whispers. Qianye did not stop this kind of communication that would not be exposed. They could not always be mentally tense.
Ten minutes later, the first batch of fish meat was dug out of the ashes. The gray mud skin that seemed inedible was peeled off, and the attractive gray fish meat bloomed with fragrance.
The fish meat was distributed to the most hungry people, including Mu Su.
Although there is some skepticism as to whether he is actually hungry.
Musu and the others who had been given the fish began to eat. Tianmo was the first to take a big bite, and then he grimaced in pain with the minced meat stuck to the corner of his mouth.
Unlike searing, stewing allows the fish to retain its original flavor—including the parts that are hard to swallow.
This bitterness even caused the slowly recovering sanity of several players to start to fluctuate and decrease.
Their painful expressions caused relaxing laughter in the stone house, and the players looked at Musu with some expectation.
"Cough-cough-"
A hoarse, dull growl suddenly sounded. Mu Su grabbed his neck and slowly collapsed in pain.
The sudden change frightened everyone, especially the three players who barely swallowed the fish. Their faces turned pale and they picked at their throats to induce vomiting.
"Cough-cough!"
The coughing stopped suddenly, and the stone house fell into silence with only the sound of subtle breathing.
Mu Su raised his trembling palm, put it into his mouth, and picked up a small, almost invisible fish bone.
"It was so dangerous... I almost got a fishbone stuck in my throat." Mu Su, who survived, looked at the players who were vomiting and retching strangely: "You also have a stuck in your throat?"
Qianye reluctantly retracted his gaze and looked to the upper left corner of his vision.
【Countdown:63:43:59】
Only one-sixth of the three-day countdown has passed, I hope everything will happen next——
"Hope tonight goes well..."
Her thoughts were interrupted by a whisper from her companion.
"Time flies so slowly..."
Hearing this, Qianye subconsciously scanned the countdown again, [63:43:58], the time is indeed very...
Qianye was stunned. [Countdown: 63:43:58] The subtitles gradually dimmed, and new content appeared in the original blank space.
[Stop the countdown, resolve/get rid of hidden dangers to resume the countdown]
The chatter died down, and more and more players found new prompts that replaced the countdown and looked at each other.
"Prepare to attack!"
Mu Su held the fish bone tightly and whispered, but was suddenly pulled to sit down by Ying Hua next to her, and the fish bone was thrown away.
"What do we do?" Tianmo asked in a low voice.
"do nothing."
Qianye’s answer was quite the essence of the magical conch.
The only thing they can rely on is these hidden stone houses.
However, Musu doesn't think so - he has a unique way of judging whether things are correct or not.
Quietly turning his back to everyone, Mu Su took out the magic conch, humbly and piously: "Magical magic conch, what should we do now?"
After a moment of pause, the magic conch flashed lavender light: [Do nothing]
"You should listen to the magic conch." Qianye agreed.
Mu Su let out a soft cry and hid in a corner to rest.
The "bonfire officer" had sticky tendons and tried to extinguish the bonfire by spitting out phlegm, but to no avail. He set aside part of the fire to extinguish it, reducing the brightness of the stone house.
The previously cheerful atmosphere turned dark and depressing as the stone house turned dark and depressing.
The other three stone houses that were instructed complied, and at the same time, the number of people active in the official live broadcast gradually increased.
The audience expected Mu Su to do something and the audience to do nothing were equally divided. Rounding it all off was another magic conch.
As the number of live broadcast viewers increases, changes emerge quietly like water that has frozen into ice.
They heard the sea breeze coming to the stone house community, crawling through the gaps between the rafts, and the sound of trampling on dead branches. But as the wind direction changed, everything was lost in the dead silence of returning to ruins.
Are they approaching or moving away?
Waiting turns into torture, the "cracking" of the campfire from time to time is like firecrackers shaking the sky, and the beating heart in the chest is like the beating coming from the depths of the earth. This series of parallels clearly highlights the tension and depression.
"We should destroy those strange grasses..." Tianmo suddenly said.
"Why?" Qianye frowned.
"They're weird eyeliners!"
"Where's the evidence?" Qianye stared at Tianmo, thinking about something.
"Those strange grasses look like eyes, and they also look like drawn lines. The answer to the mystery lies on the surface, eyeliner!"
“Stop your Musu-style thinking logic.”
"Who called me?"
Mu Su raised his head sleepily and looked around.
Mao Jiu leaned against the wall next to the door, quietly listening to the whispers of his companions. In his peripheral vision, the door panel that originally blocked the exit was being pushed open slowly, little by little.
call--
The breeze ruffled the tips of his hair, and Mao Jiu turned his head, wondering where the wind was. Then he saw the moving door raft and the eerie darkness.
From two women having a cup to self-destruction, from Furui control to alien control. Although the evolution of physical meaning is so small that it can be ignored in the long scale called time, people's inner thresholds are always evolving. For example, cognitive abilities, such as vision.
It must be admitted that simple bloody and ferocious monsters and scenes can hardly make people with elevated thresholds emotionally fluctuate. Although the "shock" element still works, it is low-end and funny like forcibly scratching the soles of the feet to make people laugh.
"Psychological fear", "story foreshadowing" and "environmental layout" are the ways to induce inner fear.
Human fear stems from the unknown, followed by lack of firepower.
The situation at this moment perfectly fits the modern human judgment of fear.
