151: Chapter 151 Lin Fan, how did you make your judgment?

Wang Lan stood in place, unable to keep her composure. She was completely baffled by Lin Fan's move.

He didn't ask any further questions, didn't offer a single word of praise, and certainly didn't call her to his side to help identify the path ahead.

This wasn't right.

She had gone over her calculations over and over again last night.

On a Deserted Island, plant identification was hard currency.

Water, medicine, food, poison.

Out of these four things, whoever could tell them apart was no good-for-nothing.

Lin Fan was not a fool.

He should understand the value within this.

Yet his reaction was pretty much like seeing Zhang Tao fart.

No, it was even more indifferent than Zhang Tao farting.

Zhang Tao was still biting on that section of the vine, chewing with a mouth full of bitterness, and turned to look at Wang Lan: "Let's go, what are you dazing off for?"

This sentence was the same as usual, but that look in his eyes was telling Wang Lan that her strategy wasn't working.

Wang Lan ignored him and withdrew her gaze from Lin Fan's back.

She quickly found an answer for herself.

Lin Fan also used to come from the bottom rungs of society.

For a person like this, it was highly likely that he had worked the fields, gone into the mountains, and herded cattle when he was young; it wasn't strange that he recognized a few types of plants and trees.

The things she had taken out just now worked on city women like Su Qingxue and Liu Feifei, and also worked on women like Song Ya who had never worked in the fields, but they might not necessarily shock Lin Fan.

Her calculations were off by a notch, but it didn't matter—there was a second notch.

The team continued to move forward.

The deeper they went into the forest, the harder it was to find footing.

Tree roots arched out of the mud in a crisscross mess, and a single wrong step could snap an ankle.

The dampness clung to their skin, sweat couldn't escape, and people felt like they were being suffocated in a wet cloth bag.

By the time Liu Feifei walked to the back, she was too exhausted to even curse.

Her two legs trembled violently, her hair clung to the sides of her face, and the entire person degenerated from a female celebrity into a drowned chicken caught in the rain.

"Lin Fan, how much farther is it really?" She leaned against a tree trunk to catch her breath, "If we keep walking like this, I'm really going to die here."

Lin Fan ignored her.

Zhou Kai looked back and glanced, "Feifei, otherwise—"

Zhou Kai was just about to say that he could carry her for a stretch of the road, but thinking of the large piece of meat Lin Fan gave him last night—the energy brought by that meat was not meant to curry favor with women, but to clear the path and help Lin Fan find a water source—he could only swallow the words back down.

Liu Feifei glared at him, "Otherwise what, can you even carry me!"

"When we find the water source and are on the return trip, I will carry you."

Carrying the empty bottle basket, Zhang Tao felt extremely annoyed when he heard this.

They walked for another ten minutes or so.

Wang Lan suddenly stopped.

She cocked her ear to listen, then squatted down and brushed aside the rotting leaves on the ground.

The color of the soil was darker than the surroundings. Grabbing a handful of it in her hand, she could squeeze it into a clump, and water glistened between her fingers.

The ferns nearby grew taller than elsewhere, their leaf tips slanted in the same direction, and there were tiny snail shell fragments on the ground.

A suppressed light flickered in the depths of Wang Lan's eyes.

The opportunity had come.

"Lin Fan, wait a moment."

Lin Fan stopped and turned his head to look at her.

The others also stopped following suit.

Zhang Tao immediately cooperated: "What is it again? Don't tell me there are some monsters here."

Wang Lan didn't look at him and raised her hand to point to the front left.

"Lin Fan, there is water over there."

Hearing about water, Liu Feifei's spirits instantly perked up halfway, "Really?"

Wang Lan nodded.

"The soil here is abnormally damp, and the fern leaves face uniformly, which indicates there is a continuous wind gap over there. The wind comes across the water surface, the temperature will be lower, and plants will grow toward that side."

She picked up a small grayish-white object from the mud again and handed it to Lin Fan to see.

"Freshwater snail shells. Not the kind from the seaside. There is running water nearby, and the distance won't be too far."

Zhang Tao immediately widened his eyes, "Holy shit, you can even tell this?"

Wang Lan didn't acknowledge his exclamation.

What she was waiting for was Lin Fan.

This time, it wasn't about recognizing a few patches of grass.

This was water source judgment.

On a Deserted Island, water was life.

She didn't believe Lin Fan could still have no reaction.

Lin Fan glanced at the snail shell in her hand, then looked at the direction she pointed.

On his retina, a line of golden text popped out.

[East-northeast at thirty-seven degrees, straight-line distance nine hundred eighty meters. The terrain drops, a shallow stream exists, water flow width 1.2 to 1.6 meters. There is a fallen banyan tree by the stream, and a small group of freshwater crabs exists beneath the tree roots.]

There was another line below.

[The water quality is drinkable.]

Lin Fan switched the machete to his left hand, "The direction is a bit off."

Wang Lan was startled.

Lin Fan raised his blade and pointed to a position slightly further to the right of the direction she pointed.

"Walk from this side, nine hundred eighty meters. Ahead is a downward-cutting ditch, water flow width 1.2 to 1.6 meters, there should be a fallen tree by the stream, with crabs under the tree roots."

As soon as these words came out, several people were all stunned.

Zhang Tao reacted first, "Brother Fan, have you been here before?"

"Never been here."

"Then why do you speak like a navigation system?"

Lin Fan glanced at him sideways, "If you shut up, I could look even more like one."

Zhang Tao shut up crestfallenly.

Wang Lan stared at the direction Lin Fan pointed.

Her earlier judgment was front-left, but Lin Fan deviated by roughly twenty-something degrees.

In the dense forest, this slight angle difference could lead you to a completely different location after walking a few hundred meters.

But she didn't believe it.

Inferring water based on soil, plants, wind direction, and snail shells was empirical science, not fortune-telling.

Lin Fan casually blurted out distances, terrain, fallen trees, and crabs.

This wasn't experience; this was bullshit.

But unfortunately, Lin Fan had already stepped forward, "Walk this way."

Zhou Kai followed without saying a word.

Hesitating for a moment, Zhang Tao also followed with the basket on his back.

Liu Feifei looked at Wang Lan, "Who is actually getting it right?"

Wang Lan tossed that piece of snail shell back into the mud, "Listen to Lin Fan."

Her tone hadn't changed, but her footsteps were half a beat faster than before.

Zhou Kai walked in front, clearing the path with the machete.

Walking all the way east-northeast, the terrain began to slope downward.

The wet mud became softer and softer, and when a foot stepped down, water would ooze out from the cracks in the mud.

The temperature in the forest dropped slightly, and a very soft sound of water added to their ears.

Zhang Tao's ears twitched.

"I heard it!"

No one paid attention to him. Pushing forward a few dozen meters more, the vines ahead were chopped open.

The field of vision suddenly opened downward, and a narrow valley lay right before their eyes.

At the bottom of the valley, clear water flowed through the cracks of the rocks. The water surface wasn't deep, but it was so clean that people's eyes grew warm.

Lying across the stream was a fallen banyan tree, its roots coiled on the bank. Within the gaps of its root hairs, a group of grayish-brown small freshwater crabs were crawling sideways.

Standing on the slope, Zhang Tao's mouth remained half-open for a long time.

"There... there really is a fallen tree."

Liu Feifei rushed straight down, "Water!"

"Stop."

At Lin Fan's word, her feet slammed on the brakes, almost sliding into a kneel.

"Look at the surroundings first."

Liu Feifei felt so aggrieved she wanted to curse, but didn't dare.

Carrying a wooden spear, Zhou Kai went down to the edge of the ditch, first probing the bushes with a long stick and then poking through the rock crevices.

Lin Fan wasn't in a hurry to go down; he looked toward Wang Lan.

If he didn't have a cheat, this woman would definitely be the person who could survive to the very end on this Deserted Island.

Wang Lan was looking at that fallen banyan tree; the shred of self-control on her face dissipated.

Nine hundred eighty meters, downward-cutting ditch, shallow stream, fallen tree, freshwater crabs—all correct.

Even the width of the water flow was about the same as her arm span, and her arm span happened to be one meter sixty-five.

Not a single word was off.

This shouldn't be something a human could judge.

Lin Fan's remarks just now didn't even have an error margin.

"Lin... Lin Fan, how did you figure that out?" Wang Lan asked.