I build a shelter in the eternal night.

Chapter 28 The wolf feigns sleep to lure the enemy, then traps them like turtles in a jar!
Standing on the city wall, Chen Fan turned his gaze away from the lame monkey and his companions below, and looked at the "Ghostly Skin Map" in his hand. He remained silent with a slightly complicated expression.

This map was given to him by the first man in the blue robe who stayed overnight at the station.

Raindrops fell on his eyelashes, blurring his vision, but he could still clearly see that ninety percent of the "stations" on the map, which had once shone like stars, had gone out, leaving only seven or eight stations standing alone in the wasteland.

Tonight is the second night of the rainy season.

but--

This station in the wilderness has been almost completely wiped out.

Before nightfall tonight, he took a look at the Ghost Skin map. At that time, there were still 28 stations, all located near the depths of the wasteland. There was no time to evacuate from the wasteland, and they could only tough it out during the rainy season.

And at this time.

Before the first half of the night was over, 20 sites had already been destroyed.

This included the "temporary station" he built in the wilderness yesterday. Before leaving, he put a strange stone into the strange fire, planning to continue hunting tonight. But plans can't keep up with changes, and the station was destroyed in the strange tide.

at this time!

A flash of white light suddenly appeared on the "Ghostly Map," and when the light dissipated, another white dot symbolizing a station went out.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Nobody can sleep.

He didn't know how people at other stations were getting through the night; the feeling of despair and helplessness made his chest tighten just thinking about it.

soon.

The lame monkey then carried the porcelain jar back to the city wall. There were too many strange stones, and the sacks could no longer hold them, so he simply used the porcelain jar to put them in.

"Master."

The lame monkey, slightly out of breath, pulled out three items emitting white light from his pocket and handed them over: "I've counted them. There are a total of 484 strange stones and three rare treasures."

"it is good."

Chen Fan quickly glanced at the information on the three rare treasures before standing on the city wall and continuing to look out at the gray fog outside the camp.

The flesh-eating monster has retreated.

But the crisis was not over; the female ghost who made that eerie laugh would surely come again.

but
This time he was not afraid. He withstood the worm tide and survived, which greatly increased his strength. He did not immediately consume the monster stones to enhance the camp's strength.

At this point, it's necessary to show weakness.

The female ghost sitting in the sedan chair, whose appearance was unknown, clearly possessed a certain level of intelligence.

If he finds the camp too strong, he might give up on revenge, which is not what he wants to see. This female ghost will definitely drop good stuff after she dies.

The moment the female ghost rushed into the camp, he instantly increased the camp's strength.

Let's use a feigned sleep as a trap to lure the enemy in, then catch them like turtles in a jar!

Time passes little by little.

The worm tide has passed and there are no signs of it returning. Not a single monster has appeared in the gray fog, which means that even for monsters, facing the worm tide is a matter of life and death.

But none of them dared to relax in the slightest.

Tonight's eerie tide made them truly understand what "the rainy season has arrived, and the eerie tide is rampant" meant. These eight simple words contained a despair that was enough to suffocate anyone.

at this time--

"coming!"

The lame monkey noticed immediately and lowered its voice.

It was already late at night when nearly a hundred strange creatures emerged from the gray fog once again, all of them familiar faces.

The bamboo pole is cunning, the mantis is cunning, the monkey head is cunning.

And a sedan chair carried by four bamboo poles.

"It really is like a persistent ghost."

Chen Fan wiped the rain off his face, pretending not to know anything, and tucked the city wall into the ground a bit to lure the enemy into the camp. The arrow towers were unable to attack the monsters outside the camp's range.

He was completely helpless against these strange creatures as long as they didn't enter the camp's territory. He patiently waited for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, but these strange creatures showed no intention of attacking the camp. They simply stood quietly in the gray mist, motionless like wax figures.

"."

Chen Fan frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Xiao Qiu, go out of the city and pretend to pick up a strange stone. Don't actually pick it up, just pretend. I'll tell you to come back immediately."

The 484 strange stones that the lame monkey picked up were only dropped after killing the flesh-worm monster.

The corpses of those strange creatures left behind at the beginning of the battle are still lying quietly outside the city wall; he kept them for use now.

Without pausing, Xiao Qiu immediately walked out of the city along the stone steps of the city wall, pretending to know nothing, and prepared to dig up the corpse and take away the strange stone. Normally, this group of strange creatures should have seized this opportunity to launch an attack, after all, this female ghost has a certain level of intelligence.

However.
When Xiao Qiu walked out of the city, the group of strange creatures did not charge forward, but instead slowly retreated until they disappeared into the eternal night after exiting the gray mist.

Looking bewildered, Xiao Qiu turned around and looked at Chen Fan standing on the city wall, somewhat at a loss.

"come back."

Chen Fan sighed softly. There was no need to waste his time; this female ghost was more intelligent than he had imagined.

after all--

The fact that the camp could withstand the onslaught of the "flesh worm monsters" was enough to prove everything. It was definitely not something that could be taken down by just a few hundred monsters. The female monster had also thought of this. Even though he deliberately exposed a flaw, the other side did not make any move. Instead, they retreated and left.

It is not yet clear whether the other party has given up on revenge.

We'll proceed gradually.

All he has to do is stay vigilant.

In the latter half of the night thereafter, not a single monster stepped into the gray fog near the camp. The flesh-worm monster tide was terrifying, but as long as one could withstand its impact, a temporary safe zone would be formed around the camp, and no other monsters would approach.

next moment!
The thick darkness high in the sky, resembling a layer of lava, dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, revealing the continuous dark clouds that covered the entire sky.

Its daybreak.

I lived another night.

Inside the wooden house.

Zhou Mo sat by the stove, having already changed into dry clothes. He sat cross-legged and began writing stroke by stroke on the parchment paper in his arms.

Today is the third day since the rainy season began.

"No one died."

"Last night we survived the onslaught of the flesh-worm horde and the probing attacks of advanced monsters."

After writing this paragraph.

He looked at the 30 circles he had drawn on the wall of the wooden house with a complicated expression. Two of the circles had already been crossed out.

According to past patterns, the rainy season lasts about 30 days, during which time unpredictable tides rage and pose an extreme danger.

After these 30 days, winter won't be so unbearable; at least there won't be any large-scale monster tides ravaging the wasteland.

Two nights have passed.

There are 28 days left to survive this rainy season.

at this time--

The wooden house was pushed open.

Zhou Mo hurriedly stood up and put the kraft paper in his hand aside: "Station Master."

"Ah."

Chen Fan nodded slightly, casually wiping his wet hair with a towel hanging nearby. He sat by the stove, picked up a piece of parchment from the ground, glanced at it, and said casually.

"Writing a diary?"

"Yeah," Zhou Mo nodded somewhat awkwardly, "I was just writing for fun."

"I don't usually keep a diary."

(End of this chapter)