Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

Lin Fan held the entrenching tool in one hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the manganese steel blade slammed heavily into a section of fallen, dead tree beside him.

"Click!"

A ten-centimeter-thick piece of deadwood snapped in two on the spot, the cut as smooth as a mirror. This wasn't a shovel; it was clearly a physical exorcism artifact, its sharpness far surpassing that of an ordinary machete.

An omniscient prompt appears in the field of vision.

Dried camphor wood branches: dense texture, excellent tinder, burns long-lastingly with minimal smoke, and also has a mosquito-repelling effect.

Lin Fan bent down to pick up the piece of wood and keenly noticed that the temperature had changed.

The sun was still half-hidden on the horizon, but as the eerie purplish-red aurora spread out, the heat in the sea breeze was being rapidly drawn away.

Temperature differences on a deserted island are unpredictable; the temperature is steadily dropping, and the cool breeze, carrying the moisture of the deep sea, is already seeping into your bones.

Lin Fan quickened his pace, his entrenching tool flying up and down, quickly breaking the camphor wood into firewood that was easy to carry.

He scooped it up with a tattered fishing net and slung it over his shoulder.

The other end of the beach.

The setting sun is like blood.

Wang Qiang, supporting himself on a half-dead log, stood up unsteadily.

My lips were cracked and covered with dark red scabs. Every breath felt like swallowing a razor blade.

The sun hadn't completely set yet, and although the lingering heat of the day was dissipating, the extreme dehydration in my body was pushing me to the brink of madness.

Thirst, an instinctive impulse that transcends reason.

"I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore..."

Wang Qiang looked around; the shadows of the reefs he had previously seized had now become death warrants.

When the sea breeze blew, the designer shirt that had been soaked in seawater and then dried clung to his body, making him shiver.

If they don't find water before it gets completely dark and the temperature drops, they won't survive the night.

"Stop playing dead, you bastards! Get up!" Wang Qiang kicked Zhang Tao in the waist, yelling hoarsely, "Go find water before it gets completely dark! There are definitely coconuts near the woods!"

The will to survive can sometimes be more effective than Viagra. Several male colleagues struggled to their feet from the sand, not even glancing at Su Qingxue who was sitting upright, and followed Wang Qiang toward the coconut grove dozens of meters away.

The edge of the woods.

There were actually seven or eight coconuts scattered under a few crooked coconut trees.

"Water! Brother Qiang! It's a coconut!" Zhang Tao's voice cracked with excitement as he scrambled over and grabbed a coconut bigger than his head.

Several men, their eyes reddening, pounced on the food like hungry tigers, each grabbing one.

But the ecstasy trial card was only given out for three seconds.

The outer layer of fiber on the coconut is ridiculously thick, like a bulletproof vest; the hard shell is inside. These social elites don't even have a piece of metal; how are they going to open it?

"Use stones! Smash it open for me!" Wang Qiang's eyes were bloodshot as he picked up the coconut and smashed it against the sharp rocks next to him like a madman.

"Bang! Bang!"

It made quite a commotion; the outer layer was smashed, revealing a tangled mess of fibers, but the hard shell inside wasn't even left with a white mark.

Zhang Tao, in a fit of rage, picked up a watermelon-sized rock and began to furiously blast it at the coconut on the ground.

Unfortunately, my hands were weak and powerless, and the stone tilted and grazed my wrists.

"Snap!"

The Rolex Submariner green he snatched from the ruins shattered on the spot, its dial breaking and the strap snapping, flying into the nearby bushes.

Zhang Tao paused for only half a second, not even glancing at the expensive watch worth over ten thousand yuan, before turning back to continue moving stones to smash coconuts.

A watch worth 300,000 yuan can't even buy a sip of water. Lin Fan's prediction about "picking up trash" hit the nail on the head of these idiots.

They smashed it for a good ten minutes.

The five men collapsed on the ground, exhausted and dehydrated, making them see stars.

"It's open! It's open! I've broken through!" Li Bin suddenly let out a wolfish howl.

The coconut under his hand was finally smashed open by the stone, creating a crack.

Wang Qiang lunged forward, flipped Li Bin over, and eagerly shoved his mouth against the crack, sucking hard!

A stream of murky liquid rushed down the crack and into his throat.

next second.

Wang Qiang's face turned a deep purplish-green, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Ugh!"

He turned his head and vomited the stuff he had just inhaled, along with the acid in his stomach, all over the floor.

He knelt on the beach, coughing so hard he felt like his lungs were going to come out.

A stench that seemed to reach straight to the top of one's head instantly ignited the entire room. The smell was like a hundred dead fish fermenting in a sewer for eighty days.

Zhang Tao mustered up his courage and took a closer look at the cracked coconut, only to feel his scalp tingle with fear.

This isn't coconut water at all! It's a pool of thick, dark brown viscous liquid!

Inside the mucus, countless white insect eggs wriggled wildly.

A deformed coconut crab, the size of a fist and covered in barbs, was crawling out of the crack, waving its pincers triumphantly.

This is a ripe coconut that fell to the ground months ago, and its inside has long since rotted into a biological weapon!

"vomit!"

Upon smelling the nuclear-grade odor, Li Bin felt a wave of nausea and immediately collapsed to the side, vomiting violently.

"Damn it... Li Bin, are you deliberately trying to get me killed?!"

Wang Qiang was vomiting violently while frantically pounding the ground with his fists.

His mouth was filled with that stench that seemed to reach his brain, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

He didn't get any water and even used up the last bit of his strength.

The cold wind was like a knife. Five men who used to be powerful and influential in civilized society lay sprawled out like five stray dogs next to the biochemically corrupted coconuts.

Halfway up the mountain, at the entrance to the karst cave.

Lin Fan had just parted the disguised vines.

"Don't come any closer!"

In the darkness, Song Ya let out a distorted scream.

She gripped the sharpened wooden stick tightly in her hand, her hands trembling like a leaf, aiming the tip of the stick blindly at the hole, her tattered shirt barely covering her private parts.

"it's me."

Lin Fan threw down the fishing net from his shoulder, and the camphor wood hit the rock with a dull thud.

Hearing that familiar yet cold voice, Song Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Clang.

The wooden stick fell to the ground, and she collapsed onto the stone, her eyes red and swollen. She bit her lip, not daring to cry out, for fear of angering this killing god.

Lin Fan put down the sealed box and patted the high-calorie supplies he had hidden in his arms to the side.

By this time, it was completely dark outside. The temperature inside the cave plummeted, and Song Ya huddled up, her teeth chattering from the cold.

Lin Fan deftly drew his tactical knife.

In no time, he split the camphor wood into thin strips for kindling and piled them up in a crisscross pattern on a flat surface.

Then he took out the magnesium rod from his leg bag, pressed the back of the knife against his wrist, and pressed down hard.

"Sizzle!"

A series of blinding sparks exploded in the darkness, landing precisely on the withered seaweed.

A wisp of white smoke rose. Lin Fan bent down and calmly blew out two long breaths.

"Take off!"

The flames shot up, gripped the thin wooden strips, climbed up, and instantly ignited the thick camphor wood base.

Flames erupted!

The bright yellow flames forcefully tore through the darkness, dispelling the damp, cold chill of the cave.

Fire represents civilization and confidence!

Song Ya stared blankly at the leaping fire. In this godforsaken place, where even the gods had abandoned it, this light was the absolute law.

She involuntarily moved forward and stretched out her frozen hands.

Feeling the intense heat emanating from the firelight, the fear in my eyes was finally somewhat dispelled.