Chapter 202: Strange Movement On The Road
Several players really wanted to plop down and catch their breath first, but looking at the surrounding environment, they really didn’t dare to sit casually on the ground, lest they end up sitting calmly with insects.
They picked and chose, found a place, and padded it with a layer of plastic cloth before daring to sit down.
Their whole bodies felt uncomfortable; the pain and itch were secondary. Their heads felt heavy and their feet light, they couldn’t muster any strength, and their health values had dropped a huge chunk. If it dropped further below 60 points, it would be a very dangerous value in a place like this.
Looking at the team nearby, their faces also showed some fatigue, but their overall status was much better than theirs, and they even had steamed buns to eat, with some fried mushrooms added inside that smelled amazing.
Looking at their own compressed biscuits and vegetable canned food, it suddenly seemed completely unappetizing.
After running all the way, the smell of centipede venom still clung to their clothes; one whiff made them want to vomit.
They could also catch a bit of the scent from the dried mugwort burning nearby, and smelling the faint mugwort fragrance made them feel much better.
Wait, they had dried mugwort and could process medicinal herbs. Did their team have a powerful alchemist? Or was it just money power?
You see, knowing how to do alchemy didn’t mean they knew how to process medicinal herbs.
Most of the medicinal herbs gathered on the road couldn’t be used directly and needed processing to increase the purity of the medicinal herbs, reduce toxicity, and enhance efficacy.
The alchemist’s system interface simplified the process, saving the large amount of time needed for manual operations, but there were still plenty of things to pay attention to. The higher the level of the medicinal herbs, the harder the processing.
One slip-up, and precious medicinal herbs were ruined. Alchemists who refined themselves into poverty came about this way.
Later, many alchemists directly bought pre-processed medicinal herbs. There were a few slightly older players in the merchant caravan who specialized in processing medicinal herbs.
Player No. 6 looked toward Yu Jiang’s Team, guessing for a long time without figuring out who the healer was. The cutest-looking one, the one holding the baseball bat, seemed a bit like it.
“We agreed to travel together for mutual support, but they startled the mutated millipede and turned tail to run without a trace, leaving us to take the fall in the back. Who knows if it was intentional.” Player No. 7, the male player, said in a low voice.
He said this for Yu Jiang and the others to hear; otherwise, he would have just chatted in the team channel.
It was normal to have some suspicions; there was no trust between everyone to begin with.
Yu Jiang turned her head, her voice flat. “If it was intentional, could our teammate have fallen into the river? Didn’t they see that huge snake?
You followed behind us. We scouted the road ahead, but when we encountered danger, we weren’t allowed to run? And we still had to look out for you first? No matter how much money you offer, would we dare make such a demand? Do we look like suckers to you?”
Player No. 7 opened his mouth to say something more but was glared back by his teammate’s look.
After a road full of fear and panic, falling several times, nearly dying along the way, and finally running out, only to see another team eating and drinking well—who wouldn’t feel bad?
Player No. 6 was also using Player No. 7’s mouth to test the attitude of the other team. Seeing that it really didn’t seem like they were deliberately screwing them over, there was no need to say more.
Really offending them wouldn’t do them any good.
Just looking at how strong this group was when facing the mutated millipede, they had run into real big shots!
“Sorry about that. We ran into some trouble on the road too, so we just wanted to see what you think.” Player No. 6 smoothed things over.
“What happened?” Yu Jiang followed up on Player No. 6’s words.
“About one kilometer from the tribe, we saw a few boxes. We thought they were supply boxes you hadn’t found, and we were happy for a bit, but when we opened them, they were all full of monsters.”
Player No. 6 had a face full of resentment. “Look at my pants—the butt area is torn to shreds. I ran all the way like this, and leeches stuck on and started sucking blood!”
Yu Jiang got it; just now, Player No. 6’s team had suspected the boxes were placed by her.
Player No. 8, the female player, continued, “And that’s not all. When we ran to about 400-500 meters away, we heard voices talking, and also
some very strange miscellaneous noises. We couldn’t make out what was being said, and we really didn’t dare go check it out. We happened to find the traces you left behind, so we followed along.”
It was pitch black in the forest, and stubbornly insisting on going to check it out would just be the classic death scene from a horror movie.
They turned tail and ran on the spot, firmly refusing to go over.
“You’re sure it was voices talking?” Yu Jiang asked again.
Player No. 8 answered firmly, “Absolutely, we all heard it, though we couldn’t make out the content.”
Player No. 6 even imitated the sound a bit—humming and hawing. One could only say it was no wonder they couldn’t understand it.
Yu Jiang exchanged a glance with her teammates.
There were only 15 people total in the instance, and with two teams sitting here, Great Luck Chariot God was probably nearby too.
After traveling all the way, Yu Jiang hadn’t seen any supply boxes in the instance. The boxes were the ones they had placed.
That old guy selling blind boxes on the public screen earlier was very likely a teammate of Great Luck Chariot God.
So what was up with the voices talking?
Great Luck Chariot God had already placed boxes—did they still need to pull this stunt?
The key was, using talking voices to lure people over in the middle of the night wasn’t very clever.
No player could resist supply boxes picked up on the road. Even knowing they were likely full of crap, they would still go taste the saltiness.
As for the sounds in the dense forest, no one with a normal brain would walk in.
The whole thing felt weird. The place where they heard the sounds was also very close to the tribe.
“What are your plans for tonight?” Player No. 6 looked at Yu Jiang’s tent and asked.
Yu Jiang: “This place is spacious enough. We’ll spend the night here. You do as you like, just don’t touch the traps we set.”
“Okay.” Player No. 6 nodded in agreement and chose a spot not too close nor too far from Yu Jiang’s team to set up their tent.
Too close and both sides would feel awkward; too far and it would feel unsafe.
Him imitating the sound in the forest might sound a bit funny, but standing in the pitch-black rainforest and hearing strange sounds around was really terrifying.
Han Jiang Gu Ying sent a message in the team channel: “This place doesn’t feel that simple. Be careful at night, try not to be alone. Shi Xu and I will take the second half of the night watch.”
Yu Jiang replied: “Okay!”
Arranging the night watch this way considered the team composition. Shi Xu was the main combat power, Strawberry Candy’s profession was ‘Baseball Player,’ with skills that covered both attack and defense. Among the five, she and Han Jiang Gu Ying had the highest defense.
But Han Jiang Gu Ying mainly used traps, and Yu Jiang had positioned him as the backup defense spot to protect the rear Kuang Kuang Kuang.
The second half of the night was harder to guard, so handing it to two non-melee teammates meant that if anything happened, Kuang Kuang Kuang could also shoot arrows to scout.
“If you can’t hold on, tell me, and I’ll come replace you.” Yu Jiang sent another message.
She could do long-range attacks or get close to debuff a target, then run after hitting—no tanking pressure, suitable for team commanding. Night watch wouldn’t affect her much.
Han Jiang Gu Ying: “ok.”
After discussing, Han Jiang Gu Ying and Kuang Kuang Kuang went into the tent to rest first.
Yu Jiang had an RV, so she hadn’t put much effort into the tent—it looked very basic. The tent cloth and frame were neither high nor low quality, but sufficient.
The space inside was spacious. It wasn’t cold at night in the rainforest, so no quilts or sleeping bags were needed. Folding up outerwear made a perfect pillow.
Outside the tent, three people wearing raincoats sat on old plastic stools Yu Jiang had picked up.
The stools were Yu Jiang’s. She had put them in Shi Xu’s space grid to bring in—he didn’t do gathering, and his storage space had room.
Player No. 6’s team across from them was shocked for several seconds. In doomsday survival, who had the mood to pick up broken plastic stools like this?!
