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Without anyone, the earth is the same turn, there was such a fierce battle last night, and when I woke up in the morning, it was still the same as before, the sea was still ebb and flowing, and plants were growing like the same.

After hastily eating some wild fruits, Mo Ran once again headed in the same direction as yesterday, he had to have a general understanding of this island before he could make the next step.

Although there is no existential crisis for the time being, the absence of a crisis is the biggest crisis.

Every day with a vegetarian stomach, Mo Ran's whole person began to float a little, his face was full of vegetables, typical malnutrition, although fruits can give him enough sugar, but what the human body needs can be satisfied with more than sugar?

Meat is what is necessary to be strong, but unfortunately he is now powerless, and he simply does not have the ability to obtain enough food to replenish himself.

It's an endless cycle, without enough food, there is no stamina, and without stamina, you can't get enough food, and back and forth, creating this embarrassing situation.

However, the solution is dead, but people are alive, and there is always a solution.

I couldn't find the outflow of water until the three poles of the sun, and naturally I didn't finish walking on the sunny side.

Generally speaking, there is no reason why an island like this in the sea should be particularly large, because it is formed by the mountain below the sea level, and if the area is very large, it can only mean that the mountain under the sea is almost explosive!

Mo Ran, who was almost exhausted of his physical strength, returned to his temporary place of residence in despair, he just wanted to find a place on this island where he could settle down, so that he could not exhaust his mind in order to survive, but he did not expect that this simplest expectation would be so difficult to achieve.

If this continues, he is really worried about whether he will survive until the day when he will get the chance to return to his hometown.

Now this island is too big for me, and it is also full of unknowns and crises, and the slightest carelessness is a situation from which there is no return.

If you want to live, you must have a relatively stable living environment, otherwise you will live in fear all day long, and you will drive people crazy, so what's the point of living?

However, he also knows that it is not easy to find an ideal place to live, he can only rely on his relatively sensitive brain to seek life, only by living can there be hope for the future, what is the use of a good place to live when people are dead?

Mo Ran is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart, although this strange realm makes him panic, but he can still treat it as rationally as possible, which is really rare.

The clouds are rolling and the sun rises and sets. Five days have passed in the blink of an eye, this is the sixth day that Mo Ran has come to this island, and in these few days, Mo Ran has never given up searching.

It was in these few days that he turned to the shady side of the island, and now he knows how huge and huge this island is!

I had already overestimated the size of the island as much as possible, but I didn't expect to underestimate it.

The place where Mo Ran landed was not the corner of the island, but a little in the middle, and it took him five days just to walk from here to the corner of the island, so you can imagine how huge this island is.

It's a small continent.

And, to Mo Ran's great excitement, he finally found fresh water, and the current was very small, like a small stream, flowing through the sand and slowly flowing into the sea.

That's enough, at least not to die of thirst from lack of water on an island full of water all around.

When he saw this freshwater tributary, Mo Ran danced like a psychopath, until he was exhausted to the point of paralysis, and then he crawled on the stream like crazy.

The torture of the past few days has almost made this teenager completely crazy. There is not enough to eat, there is not enough water, and they have to face all kinds of wild beasts every day.

If it weren't for his strong will to survive to support him, it is estimated that there would only be an island and a madman left.

Now that the water problem in the survival challenge has been solved, the future will be much better.

It seems that this creek has brought good luck to Mo Ran's survival trajectory, and the time has come and gone. Tracing the tributaries back to his roots, he found an excellent place to live on the way.

A very spacious cave is hollowed out in the mountain, and this cave is almost the size of an ordinary house, and it could not be more perfect except for the incomplete rules.

In front of the entrance to the cave is a flat meadow on which several large rocks stand. Next to the freshwater tributary, it couldn't be more convenient to get water. The key is that the entrance to this cave is very narrow, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and you can sleep peacefully after plugging it at night.

This is simply a blessing for Mo Ran, thank God!

Mo Ran moved into a new home, not to mention how cool this feeling was. Cleaned inside and out, it looks much more comfortable.

It's not far from the beach, you can't walk a few steps to the sea, and the sun and sand are only separated by a small woods, out of the grove is the coast with a wide view, and the spring of life is at your feet.

To have a private territory on this isolated island is refreshing to think about.

Arranging belongings and blocking the entrance to the cave, although it was tiring, Mo Ran was never tired of it.

This night, Mo Ran slept peacefully, and almost exhausted all his energy after several days of worrying, and after sleeping this night, the whole person regained his vitality, and he was resurrected in place full of blood and blue!

On the grass in front of the entrance of the cave, the morning dew is crumbling on the tip of the grass, and it is gorgeous and colorful under the sunlight, and the dreamlike halo brings people a good mood.

Mo Ran, who couldn't remember how long it had been since he had smelled the smell of meat, almost had Venus in his eyes, and his long-term lack of energy had made his body a little overwhelmed.

Gotta find a way to get some meat.

The best way to hunt is naturally archery and knife soldiers, but now that is all extravagance, not realistic at all, a more realistic way is to dig traps and hit big luck.

This is the best solution so far, and the only way to achieve it.

Do what you think of, never procrastinate.

If you don't have tools, you can use stones and sticks, but fortunately the soil here is moist and soft because of the proximity, otherwise the idea would have been ruined.

Even so, when the first trap was formed, Mo Ran was tired and half dead, and there were blisters on his hands one after another.

The length and width are half a meter and the depth is nearly one meter. It's not a problem for large animals at all, but it's a Jedi for small animals like rabbits. Not only the depth, but the bottom of the trap is also filled with sharp stones and stubble, and falling from this height is definitely not pleasing to behold.

The trap was covered with dead branches and leaves, and it looked like it was peaceful on the outside, and in order to attract those little things, Mo Ran also deliberately put a bunch of delicious grass on it.

Good intentions!

By the time he finished all this, it was already night, and the exhausted Mo Ran hastily ate a few bites and fell asleep in the cave, whether there was any harvest or not depended on the will of heaven.

When he got up the next day, the first thing Mo Ran did was to rush to the location of the trap, but the result was very disappointing to him, the trap was untouched, no animals were caught in the net at all, and not even a single hair was seen.

But he also knows that this kind of thing is not in a hurry, even if it is in a hurry, it is useless, this kind of thing is all by luck, bad luck, and he may not be able to harvest one if he waits here for a lifetime.

It was still fresh fruit to fill his stomach, and in the past few days of waiting, Mo Ran did not put down the work at hand, and when he dug the trap, he finally realized the importance of tools, there are no iron products here, and it is simply unrealistic to do one thing easily.

However, there are stone and wood here, and although it is impossible to make beautiful tools with his qualifications, a good education has given him a wit that others can hardly imagine, and it is natural to make some simple tools.

After some polishing, the sharp stone strips were tied to a long stick with flexible vines and bark, and the first spear on the island was born, which was easy to say, but the hardships were known only to Mo Ran himself.

There are materials, but there are not many that meet the requirements, and the long stone bar looked for a long time to find one that was almost satisfactory, and it took most of the day to polish it with a little bit of hard stone before there was a spearhead.

In the end, it took a long time to put them together.

It can be said that for two consecutive days, Mo Ran used almost all of it on this spear, which was not very beautiful in appearance. This will be his life-saving weapon for a period of time to come, and he will have to take great pains.

Although it cannot be used to dig traps, it can be used for self-defense.

On the morning of the third day, Mo Ran finally waited for his first big meal.

A gray hare lay quietly in the trap because it had been dead for a long time.

The sharp branches passed through its abdomen, and the blood on the ground had long since dried up, and it could be seen from the mess around it that it must have made a lot of struggles and resistance before dying, but the injuries eventually took its life.

Seeing the miserable appearance of this hare, Mo Ran couldn't bear it, but this emotion didn't last long, he had to be hard-hearted if he wanted to live, otherwise he might be the one who lay on the ground and die in pain next time.

Bringing the hare to the beach and disemboweling it with sharp stone chips, although the process was extremely difficult, Mo Ran still had an indescribable excitement when he finally looked at the delicious rabbit meat.

But then Mo Ran was stunned, although the rabbit meat is there, but there is no fire, is it eaten raw?!

Putting the washed rabbit meat on the shelf, Mo Ran wandered alone in the cave, denying his thoughts one by one in his mind.

The first thing that came to mind was the lighter and the match, and he was immediately left behind, and he silently despised himself once when he thought of this on this island, and then he thought of a way to gather light and light the fire, but it seemed useless, he had no magnifying glass or glass lens, it was impossible, and there was the flint, although there may be on the island, but it is really unrealistic to find it at present.

What to do? What to do?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Mo Ran's mind, and he shouted excitedly: "There is!"

If there were other people present who designated him as a neuropath, he would be biting his fingers in front of a lump of raw meat, dripping with a moan, his face was cloudy, and he was screaming, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't associate it with a normal person. Unfortunately, no other people have been found on the island.