Chapter 1156 The City on which the Sun Never Sets 26

  A blacksmith shop specializing in camel accessories;

   Empty shops hung with gray date linen;

  The iron hook hanging at the door of the shop is a pork shop;

  Hanging apothecaries with grass and leaf linen...

  The means of production here are more complete than the previous Gobi. But ninety percent of these places are empty.

   Streets, shops, houses, everything is deserted.

  Fu Anan randomly entered a room, and the cabinets and wardrobes inside were opened. Even the bed boards are bare, full of traces of moving.

  Fu An'an is the only one in the huge Gobi Desert.

  She wandered the street with a camel, collecting some useful things by the way. Two spikes from the pork shop for hanging meat. This kind of nail is made of pig iron, thirty to forty centimeters long, in the shape of an "S", with sharp ends.

   There are only two of these left, probably the shopkeeper forgot to take them when he left in a hurry.

  Some wooden tables and stools.

  These dried woods are good ignition materials, and there is still some meat in her space, which can be used to make a mess.

  Everyone went in and had a look.

  Almost every household took away food, water, cloth, seasonings, camels, etc. Fu Anan picked up a small handful of Jinsha among them, but he didn't find the ones listed above.

   Walking to the intersection, she also found something unexpected—a dead body.

   This corpse died very strangely.

  He seemed to have killed a person who had a deep hatred, with a happy expression on his face. However, the murder weapon in his hand pierced his heart.

   This is still a fairly fresh corpse. Its blood had just dried up, showing a little red. Poke its skin, it is still elastic, and there are not even many corpse spots on it.

   Probably died within a few hours.

  Fu Anan became alert instantly, maybe there are other people here.

  She first looked at her camel, strode out, held the camel's lead rope, and looked around vigilantly.

  Be more careful in the back than in the front.

  The sandstorm just now kicked up dust and buried a lot of the Gobi, covering up the traces of the previous people. Lacking outdoor information, Fu Anan was searching one by one with the iron hook of the pork shop.

   In the process she encounters some more corpses. Three of them are relatively fresh, two of them died in the hands of the opponent, one died of suicide, and there is a player she is familiar with!

   Players basically don't mix with NPCs, and Fu An'an vaguely feels that this is a new corpse that belongs to the player.

   It is not difficult to imagine that there was a fierce battle here before, but Fu Anan couldn't understand why the last person committed suicide.

  She lingered on the three corpses for a moment, and was just about to leave when she stopped at the door.

  She saw something on the beam of the house!

  Fu Anan twisted her waist, climbed up the wooden pillar three or two times, and saw the whole picture of the thing hidden on the beam—survival card!

   After sixteen days of playing the game, I finally found the survival card. And it was still hidden on the beam, with a little bit of corner exposed.

  If it wasn't for her good eyesight, she wouldn't be able to see it at all.

  Fu Anan suddenly remembered the vast unknown territory of this card, and let the game hide 10,000 survival cards. It just throws it in the desert, who can find it?

  So this round of the game is not only survival, but survival cards are also the key?

  She remembered the suggestion she had given to the system before, but she didn't expect to be given one.

  (end of this chapter)