A Delicious and Flammable Backlands Tour

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A few hours later, Xia Zhi woke up.

"Huh, it's really a blessing that I didn't die... Where is this?"

He looked around.

Lying on a simple bed by myself, in the interior of a certain room.

And according to the appearance and touch of the brick wall, Xia Zhi can be sure - at least most of this house is made of snow bricks.

"Sure enough, this is a snowfield... It's not surprising to get snow blocks to make a house."

but……

Xia Zhi looked around.

In the small house, except for a table, there is only a fire, but the windows and doors are well made of extremely cold wood.

"Then... the person who saved me should be the player, at least he has contact with the player."

Because Xia Zhi instinctively felt that the person who saved her would not come back to meet him again, that is to say, this "safe house" was a "disposable item".She has a way to obtain building materials stably.

He lifted the quilt, and the clothes on his body had not been changed, but were simply cleaned.

According to the degree of humidity, Xia Zhi estimated that there should be two or three hours before the time when the person who rescued him left.

"Then check the table."

Xia Zhi looked at the only piece of furniture in the room.

There is a pot of well-preserved fish soup on it, still steaming, and a piece of paper next to it.

Xia Zhi took this piece of paper and began to study it.

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Here are some simple foods, the resources of the snow field are limited, please understand.

The map is on the back.

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The handwriting is quite neat and smooth, and Xia Zhi asked himself that he couldn't write characters of this level.

But when he saw the map on the back, he simply drew the surrounding terrain, and used a line to guide his position to a certain place on the edge—the starting village, where the survivors gathered.

"Have you understood so much, even the danger zone has been shaken out..."

This also confirmed Xia Zhi's conjecture from the side - the other party may have a relationship with the player, or is a player himself, otherwise she would not be able to get such information.

"Then...the next step is to go to the village. By the way, this place is so big, it can't be a parallel world or a singularity, right?"

The summer solstice set the goal of the action, and kept this piece of paper—the hand-drawn map—safely.

As for the bowl of fish soup on the table...

Xia Zhi touched her somewhat flat stomach.

"I'm welcome."

He feasted on the cooked fish.

At that time, if people wanted to harm him, there was no need to poison him.

So Xia Zhi confirmed that this food should be fine.

If I have to say... just put too much salt.

(Although players can produce food normally without affecting the effect, cooking skills will still affect the taste)

“So salty!”

After Xia Zhi finished the whole pot of fish, he took out the bottled water from the inventory and took a sip of it, and then he came back to life.

He breathed out, folded his hands together, and bowed slightly.

"I'm full, thanks for the hospitality."

After Xia Zhi confirmed his equipment, he found that the backpack was indeed unusable, leaving only the first ten commonly used item slots.

"We have to leave now."

The summer solstice opens the door, the sky is already a little bright, there is no devil's eye, and Eskimo zombies are wandering in the snow.

"Good luck."

After Xia Zhi silently recorded the nearby information, he aimed at the reference object on the map and headed towards the low-lying snow field.

There, is the direction of the village.

NO.203 I reject this kind of development!

Xia Zhi's sense of direction is fairly reliable, and when the day was fully lit, he could already see some traces of connections.

He stepped forward to identify them, and decided that they should be human footprints.

"There is no road here, but when there are many people walking, it becomes a road."

Xia Zhi complained, while walking quickly along this "road".

He only carried one day's food and water in his pack, and he was not familiar with the surrounding terrain, so he didn't know where to get food.

So he had to find the survivor gathering place quickly.It would be great if we could get some food.

After a while, Xia Zhi could see cooking smoke rising in the distance.

"It seems that the direction is correct. The map did not lie to me."

Xia Zhi carefully folded the hand-drawn map, put it in his pocket, and walked towards the direction of the smoke.

He walked through several pieces of extremely cold wood, and successfully arrived in front of a group of buildings made of snow bricks.

This is a camp that has already been built. The outermost wall is about five or six meters long, just enough to prevent the Eskimo zombies from invading.

A simple watchtower was built at the entrance of the camp, and a person was on duty on it.

Seeing Xia Zhi approaching, the guard with a spear rang the alarm bell, communicated with Xia Zhi from the observation tower, and politely asked Xia Zhi to wait outside for a while.

Xia Zhi was not angry, but just nodded, and consciously moved a piece of wood that fell outside the camp to serve as a stool, and sat down at the entrance of the camp.

Now it's the guard's turn to put on a bloody look.But he didn't say anything.

After about a few minutes, several people walked out quickly and talked to the guards.

The leader looked at Xia Zhi and asked, "Strange passenger, did you also enter this snowfield from outside?"

Xia Zhi observed the other party and nodded.

"Excuse me, are you a player or an ordinary person?"

Xia Zhi thought for a while, it was impossible for ordinary people to pass through here unscathed.This kind of lie is not only easy to see through, but also suspicious.

"Player."

"How's the strength?"

"I can't beat the Eater of Worlds."

Of course, that was a one-on-one situation.

Xia Zhi added in his heart.

The other party obviously didn't know the Eater of Worlds.The middle-aged man discussed with the two people around him.

"What's your purpose here?"

"I saw the smoke here, and thought there might be survivors, so I decided to come and have a look."

Xia Zhi answered without any pressure.

The answer is simple and crude, but unexpectedly effective.

They invited Xia Zhi to come in and motioned him to follow.

"Excuse me, are you going to take me to meet the manager here?"

"That's right, we're just ordinary people, we can't survive in the snowfield full of monsters, so naturally we won't keep players out..."

The middle-aged man sighed.

"However, if any conflict breaks out between the players, we can't stop it at all. I think you are an honest person, and you shouldn't destroy this place."

"It's natural."

Although Xia Zhi scoffed at the "honest man"'s praise, it didn't show it on the surface.

"But you said that the players had a conflict, what's going on?"

"I can't understand. Yesterday, two young men in the camp got into a fight and almost destroyed the surrounding terrain-these guys are simply terrible."

The middle-aged man seemed to have lingering fears and was unwilling to mention this matter.Xia Zhi couldn't induce him to speak, so he simply stopped communicating with him.

He was taken to a wooden house.In the white building, this log cabin is somewhat obvious.

This is not communism at all.

"This is one of the principals of the camp. I heard that he is a powerful player. A few days ago, he killed a group of zombies by himself..."

"Boss, boss..."

Xia Zhi viciously guessed what kind of virtue this principal is.

The middle-aged man knocked on the door, and the door opened a small crack, and the person inside lowered his voice.

"What's the matter, tell me quickly."

After talking a few words with the people in the house, he left with some worries.

When the middle-aged man returned, the door opened.

"This is probably the best news I've heard in recent days! Dude, come on in..."

The people in the room were stunned when they saw Xia Zhi.

Xia Zhi also recognized this person - Zheng Jin, the drag racing party.

"Yo, long time no see."

Xia Zhi greeted him instead.

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The decoration inside the wooden house is indeed more complicated. Not only is there a dedicated workbench, but also a complete set of extremely cold wooden tables and chairs, and extremely cold wooden candles. There are also one or two boxes next to the bed.

There were a few scattered sheets of paper on the table, scrawled topographical maps of the neighborhood.

Zheng Jin gave up the chair to Xia Zhi, and sat on the bed by himself.

"My place is a bit crude, but it is already the best condition in the camp."

"It's okay, it's better than not having a house at all."

When Xia Zhi thought of his experience when he first arrived in the snow field, he felt a little scared.

If luck is worse, I'm afraid I really have to confess.

"That's true. I told you that guy just now is annoying to death, but he gave me good news today..."

Facing Xia Zhi, an "old acquaintance", Zheng Jin opened up the chatterbox.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect that it was you who came here. I thought you were bringing your girlfriend to the bloody dungeon."

"Forget it, I almost died here."

Xia Zhi is also depressed.Why is the blessing of the forest goddess useless?

"Can you still die at the hands of a group of mobs?"

Zheng Jin looked in disbelief.

"I'm serious……"

Xia Zhi told him about these days.

"Now Sol is guarding outside the white mist, but I can't get out at all?"