Chapter 3 Only Thirteen Days Left to Live

The turntable in front of Chen Ping gradually stopped rotating, and the red pointer also fell on the "unhatched alien worm egg".

Not far away, the big man who was watching coldly had no expression on his face.

In his eyes, an insect egg was not even one percent of the "conspicuous bag".

At least, the conspicuous bag can still be loaded, what can this insect egg do.

With only thirteen days left to live, he only drew an insect egg.

Faced with this situation, most people would collapse and finally choose to commit suicide.

It was the first time that the big man saw someone like Chen Ping who faced it calmly, and he couldn't help but look at him twice more.

"This alien worm egg..." Chen Ping looked at the big man.

Except for the members of the hunting team, no matter who drew any item in the camp, as long as it was not bound, they must hand it in.

"Throw it away!" The big man spoke slowly.

A white insect egg the size of an eye mucus, and it was the most common alien worm egg, the big man didn't even have the interest to look at it.

"I want to rest here for a while."

As Chen Ping spoke, he put the tiny insect egg into his underwear.

The big man didn't reply, which was considered as tacit consent.

Chen Ping walked slowly to the side, sat on the ground, and began to close his eyes to rest.

When the end of the world came, he still had 71 years of life. He drew the turntable twice, once to strengthen his physique, and once to obtain a weapon. The weapon had been taken away by Chen An.

In the end, he spent 50 years to open the red turntable and obtain advanced potion proficiency, which also led to his death.

And now, the only remaining year of life has also been used for the lottery, leaving only 13 days.

If he can't find the life potion to extend his life within 13 days, Chen Ping's rebirth this time will come to an end.

The only person who can make the life potion nearby is Chen Ping's half-brother Chen An, and the other party wishes him eternal damnation. If he knew he was still alive, he would definitely put Chen Ping to death.

The five years since the appearance of the game "Scarlet Apocalypse" were the five most infuriating years for Chen An. During this period, Chen An hated Chen Ping more every day.

Before this, Chen An was the hope of the family and the future successor.

But in five years, Chen Ping became the most dazzling pearl.

Chen An had long hated him.

If he could not get the life potion made by Chen An, he could only rely on the lottery.

He no longer had the life to draw the lottery, and the possibility of drawing the life potion in this small camp was very small.

Even if someone drew the life potion, it would never be allowed for him to use it.

"No! Why!"

The hysterical roar interrupted Chen Ping's thoughts. He opened his eyes and saw that the man was holding a bottle of potion in his hand, and his eyes were already full of bloodshot.

[Rat Tail Juice]

Type: potion

Effect: The juice extracted from the scarlet giant rat's tail is sweet and slightly toxic. It can moisturize the intestines and relieve constipation after taking it.

Quality: inferior white

There are many white quality items in the green turntable, but such poor quality items are still relatively rare.

"This is pretty good, it looks very thirst-quenching!"

Duan Zixuan stood behind the man and whispered.

"Pah!"

The man threw the "rat tail juice" in his hand directly to the ground, and crashed into the stone pillar in front of him like crazy.

His brain burst and he died.

Seeing this, Duan Zixuan shuddered violently.

He just said a word, and the other party died in front of him, which made him nervous again.

It seems that the fate of the person in front is a reflection of his future.

Duan Zixuan subconsciously set his eyes on Chen Ping not far away, and marveled at Chen Ping's inner strength. He drew a bug and looked calm and composed!

"I... I want to draw the green turntable!" Duan Zixuan said anxiously.

Chen Ping closed his eyes again and ignored him.

However, just after three or four seconds, Duan Zixuan's excited voice reached Chen Ping's ears, making him open his eyes again.

"Green! I actually got a green weapon! Green weapon! I can get a potato every day!"

"Brother! Look! I got a green weapon!"

Duan Zixuan walked in front of Chen Ping, and because he was weak, he almost fell.

"How many years do you have left to live?" Chen Ping suddenly asked.

"Subtract ten years, there are still thirty-five years!" Duan Zixuan answered without any hesitation.

Chen Ping frowned slightly when he heard this.

In the Scarlet Doomsday, people like Duan Zixuan either pretended to be unguarded, but were actually deep-minded and had other conspiracies.

Or they would not survive for more than a week and would be killed by someone.

After all, bringing green quality weapons to the camp can still get a lot of substantial rewards. People who are not wary will only die faster because of these things!

"You got a green quality weapon?"

A loud voice sounded from far to near.

Chen Ping and Duan Zixuan looked up and saw Zhang Tie, the battalion commander of the Tiemu Camp!

"Captain, I pulled out the intermediate compound bow!" Duan Zixuan stood up excitedly and handed the black bow and arrow in his hand to the battalion commander Zhang Tie.

"Well, not bad! Are you going to do logistics or hunter?" Zhang Tie took the compound bow with one hand and patted Duan Zixuan on the shoulder with the other hand.

"I...I..."

Duan Zixuan hesitated for a while, and Zhang Tie laughed heartily: "Don't worry, come to me when you think it over!"

"Captain, I want to join the hunting team!"

Chen Ping still sat on the ground and said lightly.

"You?"

"I have thirteen days left to live!" Chen Ping replied.

According to the regulations of most camps, those who have less than one year of life and cannot meet the minimum requirements for the lottery must participate in a hunting operation.

And those who choose to commit suicide directly do not want to participate in the hunting operation.

The so-called hunting operation is that the combat team of the camp goes outside the camp to search, and the danger is self-evident.

The hunters are combatants, responsible for killing the scarlet beasts, and the ordinary people who follow the action are responsible for transporting supplies.

Most of them are food before the end of the world, or the corpses of scarlet beasts.

If a battle occurs, whether it is attacking or retreating, no hunter will take care of the safety of these dying people.

So, in the hunting team, the death rate of ordinary people is extremely high, sometimes reaching 100%.

That is why people who cannot draw the lottery need to participate.

"Well, there will be a hunting operation in two days, but before that, you must ensure that there will be no problems with your body. Those who join the hunting team will be responsible for transportation!" Zhang Tie said coldly.

"Okay!"

Before participating in the hunting operation, the camp will give them enough food. As long as they can eat enough, Chen Ping can recover quickly.

"Have you been strengthened?" Zhang Tie was a little confused.

Obviously, he did not see that the person in front of him was the former strong man, the eldest son of the Chen family, Chen Ping.

"Yes!" Chen Ping did not hide this, otherwise he would not have been able to take him with him on this hunting operation.

The scarlet wilderness has unlimited opportunities and dangers.

Chen Ping wants to change the status quo. That is his only chance, so he naturally cannot let it go.

"Okay!"

Zhang Tie did not continue to ask. He was really not interested in knowing about the affairs of a dying person.

"Battalion commander, I also want to join the combat team and become a hunter."

Duan Zixuan on the side suddenly raised his hand and said.

"You?" Zhang Tie raised his eyebrows.

"Report to the first team today and train for two days first!"

"Yes!" Duan Zixuan straightened his body and answered solemnly.

Zhang Tie left the square with a black compound bow, while Chen Ping, who was preparing to participate in the hunting operation, was taken to the residential area in the southeast corner of the camp by another big man.

There were no houses or buildings, only some dilapidated tents.

These were ordinary people who were about to participate in the next hunting operation with a short lifespan.

Like Chen Ping, they held on to the last glimmer of hope and wanted to get something in the scarlet wilderness.

Even if they could not extend their lifespan, at least they could live better in the remaining time.

This time, there were not many ordinary people following the hunting operation, and Chen Ping could enjoy a "single room".

After stumbling into the tent, Chen Ping waited for dozens of minutes before he could not wait to take off the top that was stuck to his body.

He did not care about the scabby wound tearing again, and looked at the sunken area of ​​the knife wound on his chest, a small white insect egg.