Recap
The dungeon token is a symbol of a dungeon, which is similar to the gym medal you get after successfully challenging the gym in Pokemon.
And getting twelve dungeon tokens can completely end the “Hunger Games.”.
The commentator in the live broadcast room was an outstanding graduate last year. She got five full marks, but only three times she was in first place.
The best student known so far is Qin Yu, an official student of Ninth State in the first Hunger Games. He got ten tokens and ten full marks, but suffered a big failure in the last instance dungeon, and then became a vegetable.
The first game is the simplest and crudest, but Qin Yu came in knowing nothing and still took the top spot every time, which is absolutely worthy of the nickname “God Qin”.
Can Ji Xinghai catch up with his outstanding predecessors? !
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[Pah! I’m dreaming. At first, I thought it was good to be immortal, but now I want to get first place?]
The voices of the Ninth State audience were trembling; they were really dreaming. What were they like when Zhang Ziqing defected? What are they like now?
It’s really incredible!
This day was like a 90-point roller coaster—in two words, exciting.
[Brother Hai’s success this time was inevitable and accidental. We should be calm and not demand too much from him. Don’t listen to those foreigners’ praise. We don’t have high expectations. Brother Hai just needs to walk the whole journey down to earth.]
[Yes, Brother Hai, grow slowly, stay steady, and don’t be reckless.]
They consciously led the live broadcast room to talk about it after realizing something was wrong and looking for other things to divert the topic.
[This instance is very beneficial for special forces and those who have experience on mountain battlefields, but there are not many professional fighters among the official students participating this time. ]
[It’s a pity for Jason of the Federation. If he had been more cautious and acted later, he wouldn’t have given up so quickly. ]
[The Hungry Academy doesn’t follow the usual path. Most of the instances in the last two years tested niche skills. Even if God Qin came, he would have to kneel. Everyone chose to believe in students who are good in both civil and military studies. I don’t know how Brother Hai fares in other aspects.]
“Woof?”
“It’s me.” Ji Xinghai had already arrived at the hunter’s cabin. He dragged the unconscious man in black into the house. There was still glowing charcoal in the stove, and he stuffed a handful of dry pine branches into it.
The flames circled the pine branches, and the house seemed to be a little brighter.
At the door of the wooden house, he sprinkled a thin layer of ash. There were no extra footprints outside, and all the specially set mechanisms inside had not been touched.
Ji Xinghai endured his thirst and turned around. After confirming that all places were the same as before, he scooped a spoonful of water from the pot, blew it a little, and drank it in small sips.
The flames in the stove jumped, and Ji Xinghai leaned against the earth stove and drank water silently.
There was a person hidden in this house—no, in this space. When he acted, the person’s emotions were like the fluctuations of an excited cello.
Ji Xinghai was completely sure that there was a being following him and paying attention to him.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and with his fingertips dipped in water, he wrote on the earth stove casually: Do you like it?
The earthen stove quickly absorbed the moisture, but the silent emotions surged like the tide, or like quickly jumping notes, and the trembling strings shivered in the darkness.
As he undressed in the dim environment, Ji Xinghai raised the corners of his mouth. His action interrupted all possible temptations and guesses and also disrupted the pace of the other chess player.
So what if the enemy is dark and I am in the light? He never passively follows the plot.
The black clothes fell to the ground, and the firelight licked the pale skin. There were dry fungi in front and green wicks in the back. The power nourished this fragile body, and a thin layer of muscle appeared under the skin.
The screen of the live broadcast room suddenly became clear. What a beautiful body! Although it was a little thin, looking at the broad shoulders, thin waist, and mermaid line tucked into the pants.
Ji Xinghai took out some black soap beans from the corner, broke them apart, and rubbed them into foam. The smell on the body was too strong. Whether it was based on personal needs or survival needs, it should be washed off as soon as possible.
[Brother Hai was so calm that I forgot that he had just rolled out of the pile of corpses. ]
Watching him rub his hair and body and take off his pants for his boxer briefs, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room suddenly became strange.
Thin, sickly pale, with a pretty face and slightly decadent long bangs. Everyone suddenly realized that this was actually a charming young man, or perhaps the label of a strong man had a little more vulnerability.
Only a professional medical team was analyzing his physical condition.
“His family is willing to spend money on special medicine, so he doesn’t seem to have muscle weakness caused by long-term bed rest, but he still needs to supplement nutrition and scientific exercise. In this situation, he can achieve the optimal level. Our students’ willpower and ingenuity are also first-class.”
The doctor turned to look at the minister: “Is there no way to send things in? Even if the students enter the ‘dormitory’?”
The minister shook his head and said, “We can connect with him at most.”
“It’s a pity,” said the doctor. “Research on abnormal organisms has also made a lot of progress, and drugs that can quickly restore body functions have appeared. If it is student Ji, he is eligible to apply for the first batch. This can help him better realize his potential.”
“Maybe there are other ways.” The minister looked at the half-grown child on the screen. He may have a necessary reason to eat abnormal organisms.
As the warm water rushed down from the head to the toe in the yard, the little foam on his body was washed off. Ji Xinghai found a piece of cloth to wipe the water and then wrapped a piece of deerskin around his waist.
Under the deerskin, he took off the last wet black clothing. The considerate Ji Xinghai took care of the audience’s fragile shame. The clothes he changed were quickly scrubbed, wrung out, and placed on branches by the stove to dry. He also stood there, half-squatting, to put firewood into the stove. The firelight gave his body a beautiful golden edge, and his eyes were illuminated as beautifully and fragilely as golden glass. The autumn night was cold, and he also needed the fire to dispel the cold. But this night was not lonely. There was an invisible existence that was always there, observing, evaluating, or waiting. They were competing to see who could hold their breath longer. More than an hour later, the clothes were almost dried, and he put them on again. At this time, the middle-aged man in black on the bed had a change in breathing. “Are you awake?” Ji Xinghai walked towards the man on the bed and asked in Mandarin. The rescued aboriginal covered his neck and groaned. He slowly woke up and saw the vague, tall shadow in the dark, and he was frightened and stepped back. “The person who controlled you is dead.” This was Ji Xinghai’s first sentence.
“You are safe for now.” This was his second sentence.
‘I killed those people. I am strong enough. You are safe for now because I am friendly.’ This information may not be completely clearly received by the middle-aged man in black, but he has subconsciously relaxed and looked around from the corner of his eyes.
A dark house, but it is definitely not in the earth building, and the people in front of him are not those who control him.
“Thank you; where is this?”
“Are you from the village?” Ji Xinghai did not answer his question but asked other questions: “Apart from you, are there any other people alive?”
The middle-aged man’s thinking followed his question: “There are not many; everyone else…”
Under deliberate guidance, the middle-aged man talked about the past.
They were indeed a village selected by an illegal, violent organization to grow contraband.
“It is said that the thing is sold very expensively outside, but what does that have to do with us? If the villagers do something wrong or say something wrong, their arms and legs will be chopped off. We have nothing to eat and nothing to wear, and we can only wait to die when we are sick. No one can survive, so we will… resist.” The middle-aged man covered his face and cried, his tears flowing on his broken fingers and mixing with blood. Now the village is gone; the old and weak in the village were slaughtered, and only a part of the young and strong hid in the mountains. He was able to survive because they wanted him to be bait to lure the young people down the mountain. Those people have more than one village in their hands, and they want to slaughter the village and kill the chicken to scare the monkey. “The people in that bunker are the ones who control your village.” The middle-aged man nodded. “At the beginning, there were only a hundred people, and then several groups came and sent a lot of guns and ammunition. I didn’t count them carefully; there may be hundreds of people.”
“How is their relationship?”
“They don’t have a good relationship. When they quarrel, they even shoot each other.” The middle-aged man said this while thinking.
The middle-aged man’s fear and anger had been suppressed for too long. When Ji Xinghai asked, he poured out like water from a bamboo tube. There was no logic in his language. He said whatever he thought of and occasionally repeated his statement several times.
Ji Xinghai listened to him quietly, without any impatience. Until the middle-aged man calmed down a little, he suddenly asked, “Did you see the lantern floating in the air?”
The middle-aged man looked at him with dark brown eyes, motionless like a puppet.
“I saw a big pit over there.”
As soon as he mentioned the corpse pit, the puppet-like middle-aged man immediately showed the movements of a living person. He cried, very sad and angry.
“Blue lantern.”
Okay, the middle-aged man, with tears still on his face, was stuck again.
Ji Xinghai asked several times in a row but did not get any comprehensible response, just like a bug in the game and a few more weird things in the normal process.
The plot lines of these NPCs did not seem to blend with the weird creatures.
This also reminded him that this is a weird and twisted world, and he should not be taken by any emotions. Once you lose the advantageous identity of an “outsider,” it is easy to be confused by other things and then swallowed up.
He stopped asking about the lantern and held the brass bird whistle that had never been used. “Remember this?”
The brass bird whistle reflected the light in the dim room and looked bright. The middle-aged man’s eyes were wet again. “Isn’t this the whistle of the elders?”
“Do you know how to notify other people on the mountain to retreat into the mountains as soon as possible?”
“I know, I know.” The middle-aged man perked up and picked up the brass bird whistle. “Should I blow it now?”
Ji Xinghai thought that the mission had given a clear time for the enemy to invade, and this brass bird whistle must not be a literal “notification” function.
So he said, “I think those people below may take action tomorrow, so why not try it now? It’s night now, quiet, and everyone can hear it clearly.”
“Okay.”
The sound of the bird whistle was clear and high, and the middle-aged man blew it according to a specific rhythm, imitating various bird calls, and the sound echoed in the silent forest.
Along with this sound, Ji Xinghai’s mission watch vibrated. He leaned against the wooden wall of the hunter’s cabin and swiped the display screen of the mission watch with his finger.
Three more lines of text appeared in the mission description:
13 enemies have been killed, and 13 points have been obtained.
First, determine the identity of the enemy and obtain a small number of clues to obtain 1 point.
Use the bird whistle to add a ‘prompt sound’ virtual prop to all students on your side and obtain 1 additional point.
He has already obtained 15 points and has an additional small prop.
‘Prompt sound’ virtual prop: When the enemy appears within a straight line distance of 100 meters from the student, the student receives a prompt. A one-time virtual prop.
When the middle-aged man came back after using the bird whistle, Ji Xinghai had already lit the oil lamp in the hunter’s hut. He placed it on the small wooden table. “What are your plans next?”
The middle-aged man placed the brass bird whistle on the table and sighed heavily: “I’m going into the mountains.”
“Now?”
He nodded. “They are too scary. If you are willing, come with me. Those people… they are not humans. If they find us, we’re done. If we hide in the mountains, we can still find some food and not be afraid of starving to death.”
Ji Xinghai understood the middle-aged man’s intentions. To an ordinary person, it is not easy to survive. But Ji Xinghai is not going to go into the mountains. The enemy is at the bottom of the mountain, and the division is also at the bottom of the mountain.
After living in several worlds, he has developed a strong sense of determination to win.
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