Chapter 608 Seeking Poison in the Wilderness (IV)

"Yes, I'm ready." Feng Bujue replied seriously.

"Okay, listen...the first tip for you is..." Clams continued, "...'You have the right to remain silent'."

Before he finished speaking, the system prompted: [The main mission has been triggered]

At the same time, the content of the main mission was also displayed in the task bar, and... there were two...

[Survive seventy-two hours on Canabis Island. 】

[Complete at least six challenges given by the program team. 】

"Do you need me to repeat it again? Stephen." Clams said again.

"No, I heard it clearly." Feng Bujue replied.

"Very good." Clams said, "Then...it's time for me to go." As he spoke, he closed his backpack and put it on his back again, "I wish you good luck, Stephen." After saying this, he Then he turned around and ran along the beach.

"Goodbye, Bell." Feng Bujue looked at the other person's back and shouted loudly.

Clams didn't look back, he just raised an arm and waved, as a gesture to Brother Jue.

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He ran very fast and seemed completely unaffected by the sand. In less than a minute, he turned along the edge of the island and disappeared from Brother Jue's sight.

"Is this guy... really a human being..." The next second, Brother Jue's eyes slowly moved down, and finally settled on an oval-shaped depression on the surface of the beach, where Clams had placed his backpack before. place, "He just put the bag very lightly on the beach, and it made such a pit..." Brother Jue read as he squatted down and reached out to touch the sand at the bottom of the depression. "Hmm... the pressure is tighter than I thought."

As he said that, Brother Jue raised his head again, looked at the footprints left by the other party on the beach and said, "I estimate...his weight will not be less than thirty kilograms..." As he said that, he stood up and waved his hands. Brush any remaining sand off yourself. "The scorching sun above my head rescued me in an environment of over 40 degrees Celsius, and then I put on my backpack weighing dozens of kilograms without changing my expression and my heart didn't beat, and ran out with brisk steps..." He suddenly laughed, "Haha...this physical fitness is at least above that of a level 30 gamer."

Thinking again, Feng Bujue didn't stop moving. When he thought about this, he had already taken steps and trotted towards the jungle beside the beach.

This forest is very dense, at a glance. You can see the lush vegetation and rocks like scales. The sun shines through the canopy of the trees, dotting the dark forest with countless spots of light.

"Huh...it's still cool under the shade of the trees." After Feng Bujue came to the edge of the jungle, he sat down with his back against a tree.

He did not rush into the jungle, but took off his shoes and socks first, and carefully shook off the sand inside. He understood... the journey ahead was still long, so making his feet as comfortable as possible would somewhat alleviate the fatigue caused by the trek.

"The function of 'prompt' is not clear yet, and what exactly 'challenge' refers to... it is not mentioned in the script introduction." Brother Jue muttered while putting on his shoes. "But the main line of 'challenge' must be extremely difficult... because the task of 'survive for seventy-two hours' is too simple. Even if I do nothing and just sit here for three days, I may not die. …”

He surmised correctly, on this show. If the contestants simply want to survive until the time limit ends, it's really not difficult... In theory, the contestants only need to stay in a relatively safe place and use their shoes to catch their own urine and drink it. It can last for three days.

Of course, this is the stupidest and most negative approach... No one has done this so far. After all, this is a show, and there are static and dynamic micro cameras everywhere on the island filming and recording (the footage of suspected privacy will naturally be cut or coded in the later stage). The big names who were captured to participate in the show were all respectable people, and there was no way they would finish the competition like this.

"Wait... what's going on..." Feng Bujue put on his shoes and socks and was about to stand up when he discovered something very bad. "I've been in the sun for more than ten minutes, and I've lost 10 pounds." One thousand and five hundred points of physical fitness?" Brother Jue looked at the game menu in disbelief.

He would always take a look at how many of his various values ​​were left before taking any action. Now it seems... this is indeed a good habit.

"Tch... so to speak..." Brother Jue quickly regained his composure and said, "The specific number of physical fitness is meaningless... Not only the physical fitness, but also my 'stamina' is based on Stephen Carbon. It is calculated based on the actual situation, so the deduction is based on the percentage..."

If you think about it this way, it makes sense. If an ordinary person is buried in the hot sand and roasted under the harsh sunlight for ten minutes, it is normal to lose one-third of his physical strength...

"Besides... what's going on with this curious 'state'..." Feng Bujue continued immediately.

Obviously, in addition to the unexpected loss of physical fitness, there are other deceptive settings in this script. For example, at this time, there was an inexplicable debuff called [Withdrawal Reaction] hanging in Brother Jue's status bar.

Just four words, no explanation or anything. Compared to states such as [poisoned], [bleeding], and [fracture], this one is worth pondering...

"Well...if this refers to the withdrawal reaction to drugs, then I'm very likely to..." Feng Bujue was still thinking about the symptoms of drug addiction, and a wisp of mucus flowed down from his nose. …

Luckily, he had already stood up, and his head was slightly tilted forward, otherwise this big thing would have fallen directly on his clothes.

"Fuck..." Seeing this, Brother Jue instinctively bent forward and said in shock, "Hey, hey... It came out without any consciousness..."

In fact, the debuff [Withdrawal Reaction] has always existed since the beginning of the script, and its effects are quite rich, such as body aches, fever, sweating, dilated pupils, etc. It's just that the hot environment just happened to cover up some symptoms, so that Feng Bujue didn't notice it in time.

“I see…” After a few seconds, Feng Bujue’s expression froze, “So it’s the wilderness that’s seeking ‘drugs’, not ‘survival’…” He wiped his nose and wiped his hands on the tree trunk beside him, “If you want to relieve your drug addiction, you have to find a marijuana hiding place; if you want to find a marijuana hiding place, you have to enter the island… Then you have to exert your physical strength, and think and make decisions in a trance… This is more difficult than simply surviving…” While he was thinking, he had already picked up a military shovel and headed towards the forest, “If you spend all your energy and physical strength, but still get nothing… At that time, driven by drug addiction, people can do anything…” (To be continued..)