assistirfilmes Chapter 323: The Fog (1)
Chapter 323: The Fog (1)
Chapter 323: The Fog (1)
In the evening, Yao Ran finished her daily training in the water storage room and greenhouses. After dinner, she returned to her bedroom and entered her space to harvest crops. Since there was no longer a time limit for how long she could stay in the space, Yao Ran spent a long time harvesting the grains.
When she finished harvesting the grains, Yao Ran went to check on her animals, only to find that their numbers had multiplied again. She had already expanded the animal husbandry area several times, but after the last upgrade, the animals suddenly grew up, and it became too crowded.
Her warehouse already contained more fresh meat than she and her friends could consume for a few lifetimes, even if they ate meat at every meal, so she didn't plan to butcher any more animals.
Looking at the plump and lively animals, Yao Ran sighed helplessly and muttered, "I should find a way to sell them. Maybe Yuan Rihui or Ling Yi can help me solve this matter."
After making up her mind, she teleported to the villa, took a bath, and exited the space. Once back in her bedroom, Yao Ran slumped onto her bed and fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow.
It took Yao Ran three days to enlarge the animal husbandry area and fish pond, harvest fruits from the orchard, harvest some medicinal herbs from the herb garden, pick mushrooms from the forest, and harvest the remaining grains and vegetables from the farmland.
On the fourth night, when most people were asleep, the clear night sky began to cloud over with a thin fog. The mutant animals grew restless, and the deformed monsters became more active. As the fog thickened, the once-clear night sky turned blurry.
By dawn, most of the survivors living in Juncheng Military Base were waking up, ready to begin their daily routines.
In the slums, a man in his late twenties woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by the dense fog shrouding his small tent.
"Cough, cough!" Before he could gather his thoughts, he began coughing violently.
Choked by the fog, he quickly grabbed an old scarf from beside his backpack and used it to cover his nose and mouth. After securing the scarf, he cautiously lifted the cloth that served as his door.
Clutching the rope tightly, she said anxiously, "Brother Chen, the fog is very thick, and we can't go out to work. How much food and water do you have left?"
Chen Zizhen was silent for a moment before replying, "I have enough food to last four days, but my water will only last for two days."
After answering her question, he asked, "What about you?"
The woman lowered her eyes and remained silent. Her silence told Chen Zizhen everything he needed to know-she had no food or water left. This was a common situation in their group, or more accurately, every survivor living in the slum.
Although Chen Zizhen was considered the leader of their group, each person was still responsible for gathering their own supplies. All he could do was organize them and manage some aspects of their life so they could survive longer.
After a long pause, the woman looked up and asked, "Brother Chen, is there still no news about the woman and man?"
Chen Zizhen shook his head and sighed, "I only remember their voices. When they saved us, their faces were covered, and it was nighttime. I couldn't even see their eyes, let alone their faces. Without any information about them, it's impossible to find them."
Hearing this, the woman's eyes dimmed, and she fell into silence. Just as Chen Zizhen was about to speak again, she suddenly began coughing violently.
"Cough! Cough!"
Startled by the intensity of her cough, Chen Zizhen hurriedly patted her back and asked, "Are you alright?"
The woman shook her head to tell him that she was fine but couldn't stop coughing. "Cough! Cough!"
Seeing her worsening condition, Chen Zizhen clenched his jaw and grabbed the half-empty bottle of water from his backpack.