10: Chapter 10 I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore.

Lin Fan held the engineering shovel with one hand, flipped his wrist, and the manganese steel shovel blade heavily hacked towards a fallen dead tree beside him.

"Snap!"

The ten-centimeter-thick dead wood broke into two pieces on the spot, with cuts as smooth as a mirror. What the hell kind of shovel was this? It was clearly a divine artifact for physical transcendence, leaving ordinary woodcutter knives eight streets behind in sharpness.

In his field of vision, the Omniscient Prompt flickered.

[Dry camphor wood branches: Dense texture, top-grade fire-starting material, long-lasting combustion, minimal smoke, and can also be enchanted with mosquito-repellent effects.]

Lin Fan bent down to pick up the wood section, acutely sensing that the temperature had changed.

Half of the sun's outline was still hanging on the sea level, but as the eerie purplish-red aurora spread, the sweltering heat in the sea breeze was being rapidly sucked away.

The temperature difference on the Deserted Island never played by the rules; the temperature was dropping steadily, and the cold wind carrying the deep-sea moisture had already begun to pierce into the gaps of their bones.

Lin Fan sped up his movements, the engineering shovel flying up and down, quickly dismembering the camphor wood into easy-to-carry firewood.

He scooped it up with a broken fishing net and slung it over his shoulder.

At the other end of the beach.

The setting sun was like blood.

Wang Qiang leaned on half a dead tree, standing up unsteadily.

His lips were dry and cracked with blackish-red blood scabs, and every breath hurt his throat as if he had swallowed a razor blade.

The sun hadn't completely set yet, and although the residual heat of the day was dissipating, the extreme dehydration inside his body pushed him to the brink of madness.

Thirst, an instinctive urge that transcended reason.

"I can't take it anymore... I can't stand this anymore..."

Wang Qiang looked around; the shadow of the reef he had previously seized had now become a death warrant.

As the sea breeze blew, the designer shirt soaked in seawater and dried up stuck to his body, pricking him so much that he shivered uncontrollably.

If they didn't find water before dark when the temperature dropped completely, they wouldn't survive tonight.

"Stop fucking playing dead! Get up!" Wang Qiang kicked Zhang Tao on the waist, roaring with a broken voice, "While it isn't completely dark, go find water! There are definitely coconuts by the edge of the woods!"

The desire to survive was sometimes more effective than Viagra. Several male colleagues managed to crawl up from the sandy ground, not even looking at the seated Su Qingxue, and followed Wang Qiang to shuffle toward the coconut forest dozens of meters away.

At the edge of the woods.

Under a few crooked coconut trees, seven or eight coconuts were actually scattered around.

"Water! Brother Qiang! It's coconuts!" Zhang Tao's voice cracked with excitement, and he scrambled and pounced over, hugging a coconut larger than a head tightly.

The eyes of several men turned red, and they each snatched one like hungry tigers pouncing on food.

But the trial card for wild joy only lasted for three seconds.

The bulletproof-vest-level fiber on the outside of the coconut was ridiculously thick, and the hard shell was inside. This group of social elites didn't even have a piece of iron in their hands; what were they going to use to open it?

"Use stones! Smash it open for me!" Wang Qiang's eyes were red, and he picked up the coconut and smashed it like a madman toward the sharp reef nearby.

"Bang! Bang!"

The commotion was quite loud; the outer skin was smashed to a layer, exposing fiber like a mess of hemp, but the hard shell inside didn't even leave a white mark.

Zhang Tao was anxious and red-eyed, picked up a watermelon-sized stone, and launched a crazy output against the coconut on the ground.

However, his hands were weak and out of strength, the stone tilted, and heavily grazed past his wrist.

"Crack!"

That Rolex Submariner he had snatched from the ruins had its dial shattered on the spot, the strap snapped, and it flew into the bushes nearby.

Zhang Tao only froze for half a second, didn't even look at the luxury watch worth over a hundred thousand, and turned around to continue carrying stones to smash the coconut.

A 300,000-yuan watch couldn't buy a mouthful of water. Lin Fan's prediction of "scavenging" accurately hit the glabella of these idiots.

They smashed for a full dozen minutes.

The five of them were so exhausted that they collapsed on the ground. The overdraft of physical strength plus water shortage made golden stars appear directly in front of their eyes.

"It's open, it's open! My defense is broken!" Li Bin suddenly let out a wolf howl.

The coconut under his hand was finally beaten by the stone to produce a crack.

Wang Qiang lunged forward fiercely, flipped Li Bin over, and impatiently pressed his mouth against the crack, sucking hard!

A stream of turbid juice flowed along the crack straight into his throat.

The next second.

Wang Qiang's face turned purplish-green directly, his eyeballs almost popping out.

"Blech~!"

He turned his head and spat out the stuff he had just sucked in along with the sour water in his stomach in a jet stream all over the ground.

Kneeling on the beach, his lungs felt like they were going to be coughed out.

A foul stench straight to the celestial spirit instantly detonated the whole scene. That smell was simply like a hundred dead fish fermented in a sewer for eighty days.

Zhang Tao mustered the courage to get close to the cracked coconut and took a look, his scalp exploding with a bang.

Was this coconut water? Inside was a pool of dark brown thick mucus!

In the mucus, densely packed white insect eggs wriggled frantically.

A fist-sized, deformed coconut crab with barbed stiff hairs was crawling out along the crack, waving its claws triumphantly.

This was a dead coconut that had been ripe and fallen for several months, and had long rotted into a biochemical weapon inside!

"Blech!"

Smelling this nuke-grade smell, Li Bin's stomach twitched, and he lay beside him vomiting wildly as well.

"Damn it... Li Bin, are you intentionally trying to harm me?!"

While vomiting heart-rendingly, Wang Qiang pounded the ground crazily with his fists.

His mouth was full of that foul stench driving straight to his brain, and even the strength to get up had been drained from him.

He didn't drink water, and even sacrificed the physical energy of his last half life.

The cold wind was like a knife. The five men who used to call the wind and rain in civilized society lay sprawled out like five stray dogs beside the biochemically spoiled coconut.

Halfway up the mountain, the entrance of the Karst Cave.

Lin Fan had just pushed aside the camouflaged vines.

"Don't come over!"

In the gloom, Song Ya let out a distorted scream.

She tightly grasped the sharpened wooden stick in her hand, her hand shaking like a sieve, the tip of the stick blindly aimed at the cave entrance, and the tattered shirt on her body barely covered her vital parts.

"It's me."

Lin Fan threw down the fishing net on his shoulder, and the camphor firewood hit the rock with a dull thud.

Hearing this familiar and completely temperatureless voice, Song Ya let out a long sigh of relief.

"Clang."

The wooden stick fell to the ground, and she collapsed limply against the rock, her eyes red, biting her lips and not daring to cry out, fearing that she would anger this God of Killing.

Lin Fan put down the sealed box, and patted the high-calorie supplies hidden in his arms onto the side.

At this time, the sky outside was completely dark. The temperature in the Karst Cave plummeted straight down accordingly, and Song Ya curled up in a ball from the cold, her teeth chattering.

Lin Fan neatly drew his tactical knife.

With quick and deft movements, he chopped the camphor wood into fine wood strips for starting a fire, and built a well-patterned stack on a flat spot.

Then he pulled out the magnesium bar from his leg pouch, pressed the back of the knife hard against it, and pressed his wrist down fiercely.

"Hiss!"

A series of dazzling sparks exploded brightly in the dark, accurately falling into the dry seaweed.

A wisp of white smoke rose. Lin Fan leaned down and steadily blew two long breaths.

"Whoosh!"

The flame directly shot up, bit the fine wood strips, climbed all the way, and instantly ignited the thick camphor wood base.

The flames blazed violently!

The bright yellow firelight violently tore open the darkness, forcibly driving away the damp and chilling cold inside the Karst Cave.

Fire was civilization, and fire was confidence!

Song Ya stared blankly at the leaping campfire. In this ghost place abandoned even by gods, this light was the absolute law.

She involuntarily leaned forward a bit, extending her frozen hands.

Feeling the scorching temperature coming from the firelight, the fear at the bottom of her eyes was finally dispelled a bit.