Jinchuan Yong became a blood slave

Even with plenty of food and water, a serious problem still lay before Lin Feng.

Weapons were still insufficient.

Don't let the fact that Lin Feng had just acquired three pistols and a long blade with Fire Enchantment fool you.

The only one that could truly be useful was probably that long blade; the other three pistols weren't laser pistols or anything like that, just three broken USPs.

Their power probably couldn't even break the armor of the bug from last night.

“Forget it, let’s transport these things back first.”

Lin Feng sighed; there wasn't any particularly good solution now, so he could only continue to lay low. Fortunately, with this food and water, he could safely spend the next few days even if he stayed in the safe house.

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A moment later, Lin Feng safely arrived at the mech wreckage and climbed step by step into the command room.

At this time, the other few people had not yet returned; only Jin Chuan Yong was lying in the corner, trembling.

“Hey, are you stupid? Don’t worry, your arm can still be restored when you go back.”

“No, no, no, Adrian, he, he!”

Jin Chuan Yong said with a terrified expression, but the words got stuck in his throat as if he was under some kind of restriction. Seeing him like this, Lin Feng understood; Jin Chuan Yong had probably already become Adrian’s blood slave, and perhaps Adrian had even heavily sucked his blood yesterday.

Speaking of which, this idiot’s life was really tough; he was tormented like this and still didn’t die.

After putting down all the supplies, Lin Feng thought for a moment and still threw him a can of soft-shelled turtle egg preserve.

“This is your food for today and tomorrow. Eat sparingly.”

“Ah??? Two days?”

Jin Chuan Yong looked incredulous. Just this palm-sized can for two days???

“Hmm… it does seem a bit much. How about this, three days’ worth of food.”

Lin Feng thought seriously and showed a kind smile.

When Jin Chuan Yong heard this, his expression froze instantly.

“Big Brother, I, I just lost so much blood the past two days!”

Seeing Jin Chuan Yong looking at him with tears and snot, Lin Feng also sighed helplessly and said earnestly.

“Chuan Zi, food is scarce. If you have difficulties, just overcome them.”

“Ah? Sh*t, food is scarce? What are all those bottles and cans???”

Jin Chuan Yong quickly reached out and pointed at the large pile of food Lin Feng brought back, asking.

“Those? We go out exploring and collecting supplies every day, and we also have to protect the safe house at night. We consume a lot of physical energy, so naturally we need to eat more.”

What Lin Feng said was indeed reasonable. Jin Chuan Yong knew he was in the wrong and, hearing this, he decisively shut up, silently putting the soft-shelled turtle egg preserve into his embrace and tapping it with his wrist.

“Oh, right, I’ll give you this piece of roasted meat too. For the remaining four days, this will be your food.”

Lin Feng picked up a piece of roasted bug meat, weighed it, and it was about two jin. He threw it to Jin Chuan Yong as well.

But, it must be said, he was quite honest and didn't secretly eat anything while the safe house was empty.

The roasted meat left over from yesterday was all there.

Excluding the two jin of meat given to Jin Chuan Yong, there was still a little less than five jin of roasted meat left.

Plus these cans, the food and water for the remaining four days were already sufficient.

Lin Feng, sitting by the campfire, was not idle either.

He ground out a few more iron sheet knives.

By noon, a strong wind gradually picked up outside.

Soon after, yellow sand filled the sky again.

And the few people who had gone out to search for supplies finally returned.

“How was the harvest?”

Lin Feng put down the iron sheet knives he had personally made and asked.

“It’s decent. We found a hotel that was two-thirds buried. The top floor hadn’t been submerged by the yellow sand, but unfortunately, the supplies inside had already been looted. In the end, we only found these things.”

Qin An and the others threw the collected supplies onto the ground.

There was naturally no food or water: ten towels, a large bundle of wood, which must have come from dismantled cabinets or window frames, three table knives, and two empty glass bottles.

Without food and water, it would definitely be extremely difficult for them to get through the remaining four days.

“Hmm? Lin Feng, what’s behind you??”

At this moment, Qin An suddenly noticed the bottles and cans behind Lin Feng.

“Cans, and ten packs of water.”

“What??!”

The three of them exclaimed in unison. Qin An even quickly picked up a beef can and examined it.

“Holy crap, Lin Feng, did you run into a Floor Merchant??”

“Eh? How did you know?”

Lin Feng turned his head and looked at Qin An.

“Look here. ‘Merchant, Zek affiliated’.”

Qin An turned the can over. Where the production date should have been printed, this line of text was instead.

“You know this Floor Merchant?”

“No, I guessed.”

Qin An shook his head very honestly. After all, in this place, you couldn't even see a living thing besides bugs, so how could there be a local merchant coming here? So it could only be a Floor Merchant.

“Damn, you actually guessed right.”

Lin Feng said helplessly.

“Holy crap, Brother Lin, you actually encountered a Floor Merchant?? That’s not right, where did you get the gold coins? You didn’t rob him, did you?”

Song Ce asked excitedly after hearing their conversation. Adrian, beside him, also showed a curious expression.

“I bought on credit. I’m quite famous in the Floor Merchant circle. That Floor Merchant happened to have done business with me before and knew me, so I bought on credit. After all, they weren’t anything too good to begin with.”

Hearing Lin Feng’s explanation, the few people nodded, and then, under Lin Feng’s command, began to distribute the supplies.

Only Jin Chuan Yong, lying in the corner, silently shed hot tears while looking at the soft-shelled turtle egg preserve in his arms.

However, he was still very grateful to them. After all, he was completely useless now, just a burden. They didn't kill him and even gave him food to eat; they were simply great philanthropists!

After the supplies were distributed, everyone continued to work.

Reinforcing the safe house, crafting weapons, making warning traps, and so on.

Now, the entire command room was completely light-proof once the door was closed.

The carbon dioxide produced by the fire could also be vented through a small window.

The sandstorm lasted until evening. Seeing that the sun was about to set, there was no way to go out exploring.

So they could only wait until tomorrow to continue scavenging for supplies at that hotel.

“I hope we can still find that big hotel tomorrow.”

Song Ce picked up a piece of roasted meat, put it in his mouth, and then lay down on the straw pile.

“My body has been modified, so I eat less.”

With that, Song Ce closed his eyes.

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