Survival of the Nation: My luck was a tiny bit worse.

After increasing his strength twice in a row, he now felt incredibly powerful!

Chen Hao subconsciously mimicked the pose of a fitness influencer taking suggestive photos in front of a mirror.

"Hey!"

Wow, those biceps!

"Hey!"

Holy crap, those shark muscles!

He picked up a stone and threw it in any direction.

"Whoosh!!!"

"Snapped!"

[Congratulations to Chen Hao from China for successfully eliminating the squirrel!]

[Triggering a 10,000x increase in deployment: Little Squirrel!]

Still a little squirrel.

Dragon Kingdom audience:

"Little Squirrel: I'm begging you!"

"Little squirrel: So you're just trying to rob me, huh!"

"Hilarious, our Brother Chen is definitely a master of rat-themed videos."

*

In the following days, the Dragon Kingdom camp fell into an extremely delicate state.

It's peaceful, really. Lynxes occasionally come to the gate to offer tribute, monkeys chatter and chatter in the trees, and sometimes you can spot a squirrel or two peeking out from behind the trees—

I don't know if it was one of the distant relatives that Chen Hao killed.

While it wasn't exactly peaceful, nothing major actually happened.

The mutated beasts seem to have all taken a vacation, and even the Cold Team, who loves patrolling the mountains the most, is starting to slack off.

Leng Ruolan no longer carries a north-south compass when she goes out. She only takes Green Bean out for a short walk, and often comes back empty-handed. Occasionally, she might bring a couple of rabbits, but they quickly end up in Green Bean's stomach.

Chen Hao was happy to have some free time.

He compiled his book of forbidden land tips learned from Pakistan, along with some of his own ideas, into a book, and finally solemnly wrote on the cover: Forbidden Land Chronicles.

Ou Yun glanced at it and commented sharply, "Your handwriting is better than my high school Chinese class representative's!"

Chen Hao pushed up his glasses: "Brother, I studied records management in college, and then I joined the research lab."

"No wonder. It seems the forbidden area was right to choose you."

Leng Ruolan said, "No wonder. By the way, why is it called 'Tales of the Strange'? Aren't they usually survival manuals or survival guides?"

Chen Hao didn't say anything, but glanced at Ou Yun, who was teasing Nanbei.

Leng Ruolan immediately gave an "OK, I understand" look.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Chen Hao sighed inwardly. There was nothing he could do. Ever since he came to this forbidden area, he had discovered that... a lot of the knowledge he had learned before was completely wasted!

*

But then again.

The biggest problem in the camp right now is not the shortage of supplies, nor the threat of wild animals.

It was the golden supply crate soaking in the bucket.

This thing has been soaking in the bucket for three whole days.

Every day when Ou Yun passes by the water bucket, he stops, frowns, glances at it, sighs, and walks away.

Leng Ruolan said that this is a psychological trauma and requires a long desensitization process.

Chen Hao said he was disgusted by it, but couldn't bear to throw it away, which is a typical case of mental exhaustion.

Ou Yun shook his head, "Can you two stop acting like therapists? Wouldn't you mind if you were in their shoes?"

"You're disgusted."

Leng Ruolan said matter-of-factly, "So I suggest you just open it."

"open?"

Ou Yun's eyes widened. "Didn't you see how many times I washed it?"

"It's still not clean even after washing it more than ten times?"

"The box was cleaned, but the mind wasn't cleaned."

"6".

Ou Yun stared down at the box that gleamed pale gold in the sunlight—

His expression was serious and complex.

Those who know him know he's looking at a box that smells like excrement.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was torn between watching Yui Hatano or Yua Mikami.

Nanbei jumped down from the roof, intending to rub against the boss—but before he could take two steps, he suddenly smelled something terrible. His pupils bulged, his ears perked up, and he immediately tucked his tail between his legs and ran away.

Leng Ruolan, who was originally holding mung beans, was also preparing to come and take a look—

Who knew that the mung bean would react in the same way, twisting and struggling for a while before running off with Nanbei, both hiding behind the cow.

European Express: ...

Leng Ruolan: ...

The viewers in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream were laughing so hard they were numb.

"Lucky Guy: Am I being rejected by my own cat?"

"Stop soaking it, bro, it'll get patina if you keep soaking it."

"It is recommended to burn incense, bathe, and fast for three days before opening."

"They're using it for worshipping gods!"

Leng Ruolan took a deep breath. "Big brother, listen to me, let's open this thing. This can't go on forever!"

Ou Yun scratched his head, thinking, "Is it that I don't want to open it? Or am I just still struggling with my psychological trauma?"

It had to be Chen Hao again. He came over wearing a homemade cotton mask, his expression serious as he poked the still-shining supply box soaking in the bucket with a twig.

"Brothers, there's something I'm really curious about."

Chen Hao took off his mask and flipped the supply box in the water over.

"Do you think the contents of this supply crate will change after what happened?"

"..."

What the hell!

This is a damn problem!

Both Ou Yun and Leng Ruolan were taken aback.

Leng Ruolan looked at him and gave him a look that said, "You'll figure it out yourself."

Europe was out of options. "Fine, let's just start it—"

however.

Just as everyone was still struggling with the box, another commotion broke out outside the camp.

The commotion was quite loud; it was the monkeys' calls, chattering and chattering, as if they were arguing about something.

There were also some squeaking and creaking noises mixed in, which made it sound lively.

"What's wrong now?"

Chen Hao instinctively stood up, climbed the watchtower in a few quick steps, picked up his binoculars, and looked towards the monkey den.

The monkeys were jumping and leaping around the muddy, mutated baboon—

Chen Hao: ?

I don't quite understand.

He decided to notify the person in question directly.

"Big brother."

He put down his binoculars, his tone eerily calm.

"The monkeys look like they're moving something."

"Moving things?"

Europe didn't even think carefully before asking, "What are we moving?"

"Move that one."

Chen Hao handed the binoculars to Ou Yun.

Ou Yun took the binoculars and looked.

In the direction of the monkey den, the monkeys were busy surrounding the mutated baboon.

Several young and strong monkeys approached the baboon, seemingly preparing to lift it up.

The thinner ones stand on the baboons' bellies to give directions.

Ou Yun said "Oh," and added, "Isn't that great? A one-stop service!"

At the time, none of the three wanted to deal with the body because they thought it smelled too bad.

The monkeys were quite diligent. They first covered part of it with leaves, and then, perhaps feeling that wasn't enough, they piled up some stones and soil on top, thus burying it completely.

But now it seems that these monkeys probably think burying it isn't a good idea.

They were going to throw this thing off the cliff.

The monkeys had a clear division of labor: the young and strong monkeys were in charge of pushing, a few skinny monkeys stood on the trees to direct, and the smaller monkeys crowded on the treetops, chattering and cheering.

The scene was bustling and lively, like ants carrying food.

Even the European Games were amused, remarking, "They're quite particular."