Surviving Endless Disasters

But the last one, what is help***? Can't you explain clearly? What on earth did he do? Chapter 59 On the 28th and 5th day of survival on a desert island, Wen Zheng finally learned about the disasters facing the world and the situation he faced.

The system panel that opened displayed Wen Zheng's current information.

Player: Wen Zhengpin! The 600 points I got from completing the hidden mission last time were used to buy marine garbage and healing potions. As a result, I lost half the bottle of healing potions.

But looking at the newly obtained 1,000 points, Wen Zheng's sad mood was comforted. He didn't even let him see the scene when it became 0, and he saw that 1,000 points was a huge sum of money.

The last hidden mission he completed felt a bit inexplicable. Wen Zheng carefully recalled what happened before he fell into coma from beginning to end, without missing any detail.

The notification for completing the hidden task said that these were points obtained by helping ***, but what was this *** and how did it help him? It actually earned him 500 points.

The prerequisite for completing this hidden task is that there is someone or something for him to help.

If it's a thing, that's okay. If it's a person, does that mean there's someone hiding nearby on this island? As for help, could it be the half tube of healing potion? His consciousness was not very clear before he fell into coma. What if he had closed the bottle cap of the healing potion, and then someone hiding in the dark opened it and used it.

As he thought about it, Wen Zheng felt a chill on his back. What kind of existence did he and Tuantuan not notice? He shook his head gently, denying this conjecture.

Maybe this hidden mission eliminates future hidden dangers? Maybe it was because he and Tuantuan eliminated the wild boar leader. Maybe in the following days, the wild boar leader hurt someone or something. Now that they have eliminated it in advance, future things will not happen, so it is considered Helped.

Wen Zheng kept thinking about this until he returned to the cave. He put the sleeping Tuan Tuan into the bird's nest and lit the fire in the earth stove. The warmth began to spread from the earth stove to the surroundings. Wen Zheng hit it hard A sneeze.

The chill that came up from my back was obviously a cold.

Thinking of the last time he had a cold and struggled for several days, Wen Zheng no longer wanted to hide the problem of the mission. Anyway, he had obtained the points and would always get the answer in the future. The most important thing now was his body.

Wen Zheng now felt that his brain was a mess, and he didn't know how to find the thread that could be untied. Wang Jian stopped thinking about it and ran to the earthen stove to get busy.

The two shell pots were placed on the earth stove. Wen Zheng walked to the bamboo shelf to select the ingredients. In fact, he didn't want to eat anything too greasy now, but his tired body needed food, and the sleeping Tuantuan needed energy supplements.

Light the fire outside the cave, take out a few thick bamboos from the bamboo pavilion, chop them all into bamboo tubes and break a small opening.

Put the rice and water that Wang Jing has washed into it together. Put different things in different bamboo tubes, such as smoked wild boar meat, smoked bamboo rat meat, smoked fish, king bamboo shoots, etc. The seasonings added are also different. After adding them, put them all. Put it on the fire and keep turning it, and bake it for about two minutes.

The bamboo tube rice was baked, and the water in the shells was already bubbling. Wen Zheng added thin king bamboo shoots, red bacon shreds, round taro paste balls to one of them, and then added sea salt and sour sour. juice, and finally add a lot of red chili powder. When the water boils again, add two mint leaves as a garnish. The spiciness hits your sense of smell even before you eat it.

Tuantuan, who was sleeping, was tempted by the fragrance and woke up. He felt relieved after seeing Wen Zheng's figure standing in front of the stove. He opened his mouth and let out a feeble cry, which was noticed by Wen Zheng, who had been paying attention to him.

Wen Zheng hurriedly ran over and touched Tuantuan's feathers. He first fed Tuantuan to drink some water, and was about to hold him to eat when he saw Tuantuan, who had just regained some strength, struggling to avoid his hands. He kept pecking Wen Zheng's pants with his mouth.

The pigskin clothes on his body had several holes and were covered with stains mixed with mud, blood and gravel. After Wen Zheng came back, he changed his clothes. He was wearing long clothes and trousers, which blocked his legs. of wounds.

After understanding the meaning of Tuantuan's move, Wen Zheng didn't know how to describe his mood at this time. He felt so weak that he sat next to Tuantuan, lifted up his trouser legs so that Tuantuan could see clearly, and softly comforted him: "Look, It's nothing. When did I lie to you?

" Tuantuan's small eyes were fixed on Wen Zheng's smooth right leg, and it took him a while to confirm that it was true. As soon as the worry subsided, the whole bird's body slipped into the bird's nest again, and it barely made two chirps.

"I know that this time I have made Tuan Tuan worried, and there will never be another time. If there are wild boars coming in the future, I will set a trap to kill them, and I will never go there myself.

"Wen Zheng raised his eyebrows, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he gently picked up Tuantuan in his hands and kept apologizing.

Just now Wen Zheng suddenly felt an emotion of fear. It was not his own emotion, but a mass of fear.

Normally, Wen Zheng could guess what Tuantuan meant by his chirping, but that feeling was a little different. In the past, he relied on experience to make judgments, but now he felt it himself, as if he had a special connection with Tuantuan. .

Maybe this injury made Tuantuan too worried, and then he burst out with new abilities? The target is Tuantuan, whom he raised since childhood. Wen Zheng thinks that this vague connection is not a bad thing. At least he is very happy now.

Putting Tuantuan in the usual eating position, Wen Zheng went out to get the bamboo tube rice roasted outside and put it in front of Tuantuan one by one.

Green bamboo tube, white rice, dark red bacon, yellow bamboo shoots, the color alone can make people want to eat.

Tuantuan was already starving, but when the food was in front of him, he didn't have the strength to move, and made two sad sounds at Wen Zheng.

This time the sequelae were much more serious than before. Wen Zheng's eyebrows were full of worry. The first two times he was exhausted, but he could still eat by himself. This time he was in a coma for a long time and didn't even have the strength to eat.

The feeding service that hadn't been seen for a long time appeared again. Wen Zheng didn't care about himself and took a small bamboo stick to feed Tuantuan.

After feeding a few mouthfuls of earth, Tuan Tuan's strength recovered a little, and he urged Wen Zheng to eat quickly.

Wen Zheng smiled and touched Tuan Tuan's head. After eating a bamboo tube rice, he brought down the hot soup on the earth stove. The red soup was spicy just by looking at it.

The cave was particularly warm from the firewood, and he didn't dare to let the weak Tuan Tuan drink such a spicy soup. All the soup from the big shell went into Wen Zheng's stomach. His mouth was red and his throat was hot, but he got the result he wanted.

After drinking the soup, he was sweating all over. Wen Zheng simply washed the shell, threw the bamboo tube into the fire, and took advantage of the heat to prepare for bed with Tuan Tuan.

Tuan Tuan's nest was next to Wen Zheng's head. Wen Zheng took the black box and looked at it again, and put it aside.

The two did not wake up until noon the next day. Wen Zheng sat up from his sleeping bag and felt his body condition first. He was not dizzy, had no fever, no stuffy nose, and no cough. Eating chili last night really helped.

After a night's rest, Tuan Tuan had not recovered to normal, so he lay on the black box to recover, while Wen Zheng walked to the table with bamboo paper and charcoal pencils, sat down and fell into deep thought.

Wen Zheng had hardly used paper and pen since he was on the island for so long. At first, he had no paper, and then he was reluctant to use bamboo paper for writing. This time, he wanted to rely on paper and pen to sort out his thoughts. After a good night's sleep, Wen Zheng's mind began to function normally. He wrote down the doubts about the island one by one on paper.