Sang Jiaojiao found a place to nest for another three days, all supported by the precious half of the black bread.

Three days is already the limit of her current body, if it is not for her body to improve a little, I am afraid that she will not be able to survive for a day, especially since she has not drunk water for three days, and her throat is so thirsty that she can smoke.

Licking the corners of his dry lips, his hands are tricked, and the complex movements with mysterious ancient rhyme are matched with the obscure language, and the words that belong to the Wu clan are the base, pulling the power of the stars and raining down nectar.

Well, kill the chicken with a knife, and the operation is as fierce as a tiger, and the result is pestle on the spot.

A few drops of water condensed in Sang Jiaojiao's palm.

Better than nothing, this little water can also moisten the lips.

The Witch Clan uses the power of nature, and as a result, the wasteland world is short of resources except for all kinds of garbage. As far as the eye can see, there are no green plants, no puddles, no stars and moons.

The whole world was shrouded in gray haze all day long, the sky was full of dark clouds, and the thick clouds were gray even the light that passed through.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and no matter how powerful Sang Jiaojiao is, she has not been able to break through many obstacles and borrow extraordinary power from a long distance.

That is, now, at noon every day, for only ten minutes, the clouds overhead are not so dense, and the traces of the stars can be faintly seen.

In the past, the power of the stars could move mountains and seas, but now....it can only condense into a few droplets.

Sang Jiaojiao: Keep smiling!

A little bit of water can be regarded as relieving the body's extreme thirst for water. Then, Sang Jiaojiao walked up to an inverted disc made of stones, pulled it left and right twice, and the rough semi-circular space made of broken stones collapsed overhead, revealing the contents inside.

Sang Jiaojiao poked the thing lying on her stomach with her knife.

A large mosquito, the size of a fist. The thick finger mouthparts make it very hideous. Although it is not big, if you look closely, you can see that the particles on its body are actually made of thousands of small mosquitoes the size of sesame seeds.

If you have a dense phobia, you can look at it and get dizzy.

Sang Jiaojiao couldn't say anything, the pestle was silent in place for a moment, and finally she could only admit this Gu worm in resignation.

The Wu clan makes good use of Gu, but there are no insects and ants in the wilderness here, and there is only this bloodsucking mosquito that comes according to the call.

"San" with a strange syllable with an antique atmosphere spit out of Sang Jiaojiao's mouth, and the bloodsucking mosquitoes like dead things seemed to have been melted by magma, turning into black strands that burrowed into the ground and melted into the air.

In an instant, it was as clean as if nothing had happened.

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Xu Xiaoran tightly grabbed the corner of his clothes with one hand, stuck one hand in his pocket, and held half a wooden stick in his palm.

Even though he knew that the wooden stick was not very lethal, it seemed that holding it tightly held on to hope.

One end of the stick was sharpened by him little by little, even if it could not kill the enemy, it could also cause him some damage.

Xu Xiaoran could only comfort himself like this, otherwise he was afraid that he would not even have the courage to step out of the hole.

But no....

Sooner or later, he might be the humanoid garbage that is everywhere here, but he still hopes that day will come later.

I heard that the number of reapers has increased a lot this time, and it used to be scary enough every time it was slaughter day, but this time multiple reapers have been added.

It's hard to see people outside now, and everyone wants to survive, and most people won't run out until they are cornered.

He also heard that there were too many people who were afraid of death, and a small amount of black bread and water bags were stored at several fixed supply points. If there are lucky people, they grab a little.

His destination this time was one of the supply points, which could be reached by crossing three streets.

The smoothness of the first half slowed down Xu Xiaoran's tight jaw line a little, and his sticky and wet palms were full of sweat, and he couldn't hold the wooden stick a little slippery.

The palm of his hand casually wiped twice on the hem of his clothes, and Xu Xiaoran's steps seemed a little easier, as if he would soon be able to get the food he wanted.

He had begun to fantasize that, if he was lucky, he might get two black loaves of bread so that he could have one with his sister.

Eh, he still doesn't want it, he just needs to get a loaf of bread and be satisfied, uh, in fact, half is fine, as long as there is some food in his stomach, it is not impossible to insist on saving some food.

Xu Xiaoran has a specialty that he is very proud of, that is, his kung fu to endure hunger is very good. He could have eaten a little less and let his sister eat a few more bites.

Cautiously approaching the supply point little by little, the closer he got there, Xu Xiaoran's heart began to drum suddenly.

He swallowed hard, his excellent eyesight allowing him to see the packages scattered on the ground from a long distance.

Piles of black bread and water bags were scattered on the floor.

The extreme temptation in front of him made Xu Xiaoran's eyes red, even though the rising desire in his heart kept urging him to hurry up, but the caution he had cultivated since childhood still made him stop his pace.

An ominous premonition suddenly flashed in his mind, and Xu Xiaoran's tears fell unexpectedly.

His instincts had saved him from crisis several times, but this time..... perhaps, he wasn't so unlucky.

After Xu Xiaoran shrank into the shadow, his eyes were staring at the food in the supply place, but he couldn't move his steps.

There was silence all around, and the whole world seemed to fall into a dead silence. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat.

No one, it should be safe.

As if looking for evidence to convince himself, Xu Xiaoran carefully observed the environment around the supply point.

There was no dripping blood on the gray earth, and there was no strange smell in the air.

There are no marauders, no reapers, no rulers, and it seems very safe.

Xu Xiaoran's eagerness for food in his heart finally overcame, he licked his upturned lips and took a difficult step.

The first step is taken, and the rest is more logical. He got closer to the supply point, and so much brown bread and water bags in front of him were within reach.

Xu Xiaoran, who is only ten years old, will not understand that the calmer the lake, the more turbulent the underwater is.

Unfortunately, sometimes if you want to understand a certain truth, you have to use your life to understand.

Xu Xiaoran held two black breads and two water bags, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily grinned to the sides.

He is not greedy, just take two copies. When I go back, my sister will be very happy to see today's harvest.

It's just that Xu Xiaoran's happiness was forced to stop before he could show his appearance.

The whistling sound of breaking wind came from behind, and the strong danger reminder made Xu Xiaoran's face change greatly, and his thin body folded into a ball, rolling dangerously to avoid the attack from behind.

A discarded wire grazed his arm and threw it into the dirt.