hsntnovel Chapter 3: Temperature Drops Suddenly? I'm Eating Hot Pot and Reading Comments
Chapter 3: Temperature Drops Suddenly? I'm Eating Hot Pot and Reading Comments
A worn-out shotgun.
Twelve bird bullets.
Shotguns are very easy to use and have a large attack range, so even if your aim isn't great, you can still hit your enemies effectively.
This is the best weapon at this time.
With a shotgun, his safety factor is much higher.
In the post-apocalyptic world, the most terrifying thing is not the bizarre, but humanity without any order or constraints.
Yang Che drove his heavy truck for another three hours, pulling away from the eerie black fog by more than 200 kilometers.
[Time remaining until the arrival of the eerie black mist: 20:59:43]
[Distance from the eerie black fog: Approximately 630 kilometers]
While others were still struggling to keep up with the black mist, Yang Che had already completely shaken off the eerie black mist. Even if he took a good nap, he didn't have to worry about oversleeping and being caught by the eerie black mist.
He parked the heavy truck on the side of the road, put it in gear, and pulled the handbrake.
It's time to rest.
Even if the engine holds up, a person can't hold up.
The heavy truck itself had a sleeper berth. Yang Che checked the doors to make sure they were closed tightly before crawling into the sleeper berth to rest.
When he woke up again, it was dark.
The wasteland during the day is hot and humid, making you sweat profusely and feel sticky and uncomfortable with the slightest movement.
But at night, the temperature plummeted by tens of degrees, from 32 degrees to -13 degrees.
The temperature difference of tens of degrees is enough to freeze a person to death, especially those scooter riders.
[Time remaining until the arrival of the eerie black mist: 14:32:21]
[Distance from the eerie black fog: Approximately 435 kilometers]
Yang Che rubbed his eyes, returned to the driver's seat, and opened the [Regional Channel].
He glanced at the number of people, and his pupils instantly contracted.
In just a few hours, more than two million players have disappeared.
"Why is it so cold here at night? Is the temperature difference between day and night really that big? Someone please help me!"
"I can't feel my legs! Help!"
"Help! I feel like my implants are hard, and I can't feel anything when I touch them."
"Aren't you envious? I got two tanks of all-purpose fuel today, and with the heater on, I don't feel cold at all."
"Hey upstairs, what are you pretending for? It's just two oil tankers."
"Call me 'Dad' twice, and I'll give you a bucket."
"father."
In order to survive, dignity and all that have long been abandoned.
On this highway, fuel is more important than any other resource.
Only with fuel could they have the power to escape the eerie black fog, and only then could they turn on the heater on cold nights to maintain their body temperature.
But there's never enough fuel.
If you turn on the heater at night, you might not be able to escape the eerie black fog the next day.
If we don't turn on the heater, we won't even make it to tomorrow; we'll freeze to death.
but...
Yang Che glanced at the fuel gauge; the needle was still fully charged, as if it might overflow at any moment.
"It's just turning on the heater, how much fuel does it consume?"
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned the heater knob all the way to the end.
Highest temperature.
Maximum airflow.
A warm breeze swept over us, dispelling the chill from outside, and the temperature inside the cramped carriage rose rapidly.
When the thermometer reading reached 23 degrees, he readjusted the airflow and temperature to maintain it at 23 degrees.
"It's not cold at all."
He took off his coat, leaving him in only a vest, and leaned comfortably back in the driver's seat.
Connect the induction cooker and boil water.
While waiting for the water to boil, Yang Che glanced at the [All-Purpose Fuel] next to him.
For him, the fuel was just a burden, taking up space and being useless.
But for most players who are about to cosplay as ice sculptures, this is a lifeline, an indispensable survival resource.
He thought for a moment, opened the regional channel, and slowly typed a line of text.
[Selling all-purpose fuel. DM me if interested.]
The moment this message was released, the regional channels exploded with discussion.
"My goodness! Someone's selling oil?!"
"This could be a lifesaver! Someone's actually selling this in the early stages of a post-apocalyptic world? Is this guy cheating?"
"Dad, can my son use this? He's freezing!"
"The idiot upstairs, he's shameless enough to throw away all his dignity for a little bit of fuel. Give it to me, grandpa, I'm cold too."
"Damn it!"
...
Yang Che's private messages were practically exploding, with hundreds or even thousands of messages flooding in.
Some tried to gain sympathy by playing the victim, some posted photos to seduce others, and some even made threats...
Yang Che blocked them all.
However, there were also quite a few people who genuinely wanted to buy it, so Yang Che prepared fifty portions of universal fuel and exchanged them all for other supplies.
It mainly consists of foods like water, bread, and compressed biscuits.
The water has boiled.
Yang Che threw in a set of mushroom dishes, and after it boiled again, the aroma was irresistible.
He tossed the sliced beef into the pot, cooked it quickly, took it out, dipped it in a little soy sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The cold wind outside was biting, making the glass rattle incessantly, as if countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts were wailing.
Regional Channels:
"I'm so cold! Someone please help me, I'm freezing to death!"
"Mom...I want to go home, I don't want to play anymore."
"Can anyone get me some food? I'm a skilled driver with a G-Wagon..."
Yang Che scrolled through the regional channels, observing the various aspects of life, much like he was reading comments on Douyin before he transmigrated.
Demons, monsters, ghosts, and all sorts of creatures are present.
The warm meat is chewed in the mouth, releasing heat and aroma. After being chewed into small pieces, it slides down the esophagus into the stomach.
Every pore on my body felt like it was opening up.
Cool!
He continued eating, and although there weren't many seasonings, he still ate with great satisfaction.
The conditions for survival on the highway are harsh; they can only afford one meal a day.
Soon, Yang Che finished eating and drinking, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
It's still hot eating hot pot.
He glanced at the dark, frigid wasteland outside, and then saw the dwindling number of players in the regional chat, their cries of despair echoing through the area.
"Sigh, I guess I'm still kind-hearted after all."
Yang Che spoke softly, put the last bite of mutton into his mouth, then took an empty mineral water bottle and carefully poured the hot soup into it.
Plastic bottles will produce toxic substances when exposed to high temperatures, and long-term exposure can lead to illness.
But this is the end of the world; we don't even know if tomorrow will come. Who can worry about the future?
not to mention...
It's not like Yang Che drank it himself.
Soon, all the mutton soup was poured into bottles, using 6 bottles of mineral water to fill 12 bottles.
Don't ask, the answer is to prepare "cold soup" in advance to neutralize the high temperature.
Reopen the regional channel and type in a line of text.
[Hot mutton soup for sale. DM me if interested.]
"Holy crap? It's you again! You were selling fuel oil just now, and now you're selling hot soup? Did you find nuclear power? So arrogant."
"Hey upstairs, shut up. This is obviously a big shot giving out perks. Brother Yang, I'll trade with you. Give me some hot soup, I'm freezing."
"I'll change!"
"Brother Yang, I'm Da G. Can you bring me a bowl of hot soup? I can do anything."
Yang Che: Get lost!
"The boss is brilliant!!"
You'll regret it.
Yang Che immediately blocked that player.
All they think about is getting something for nothing, relying on that little bit of stuffing to freeload in the apocalypse. I hate people like that the most.