The whole nation is trying to survive on the cable car; I'm choosing one of three options at ea

I kept scrolling until the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

The number of fireflies outside the window dwindled, from a dense, dark red curtain to just a few scattered birds, and finally disappeared completely.

As the thick fog gradually dissipated, the morning light shone through the glass, casting pale golden patches of light into the cable car.

Su Mu lowered his gun and let out a long breath.

Tired. But not physically tired... At his level, staying up all night is nothing.

It's mental exhaustion.

My nerves were on edge all night, constantly watching the window, the animal traps, and the ammunition in my quiver. I barely relaxed for a moment.

He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and began to take stock of what he had gained that night.

Trick crystal: 412 pieces.

Su Mu looked at the number and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

More than four hundred strange crystals—he wouldn't have dared to even dream of such a thing just a day ago.

Back then, he had to be very careful with even a single ghost crystal, and it would take him half a day to gather the materials to make a fog light.

Now, more than four hundred of them are piled up in the corner, like a pile of grayish-white pebbles, which can be grabbed by the hand.

However, there could have been more.

Su Mu glanced at the quiver... the ammunition was exhausted.

Last night, Chen Jun rushed to make two hundred arrows and sent them over. Together with what was left over, there were a total of more than six hundred arrows, and they were all used up.

More than 600 arrows were fired, killing more than 600 poison fireflies. But later, the number of monsters decreased, and the quiver was often left idle. Otherwise, this number would have at least doubled.

The monsters were indeed migrating. The main force had already flown past; only a few stragglers crashed into the cable car. There was almost nothing to fight in the latter half of the night, so he could only slowly accumulate enough traps.

Su Mu glanced at the ammunition inventory again.

I crafted a thousand 9mm bullets for free yesterday, and only used less than five hundred. It's not that I didn't want to use them, it's just that there were no monsters to fight.

Within a 10-meter visibility range, there was nothing but emptiness, not even a ghost in sight; no matter how many bullets you had, there was nowhere to shoot.

After dawn, he'll get another thousand bullets for free. This talent is practically tailor-made for a protracted war.

All the wooden arrows were used up. More than six hundred, not a single one left.

Su Mu opened the chat window with Chen Jun and sent a message: "Take a break today. Make some arrows tomorrow if you have time. No need to chop down trees, just collect wood in the channel."

There was no reply. At this hour, Chen Jun was probably still asleep. That hardcore gamer only slept four or five hours a day, spending the rest of his time chopping trees and crafting arrows. Su Mu sometimes really worried he'd die of overwork.

He closed the chat window, opened his personal panel, and glanced at his experience bar.

Level 4: 110.6/800.

I gained a little over 100 experience points in one night. Most of them were level 1 and 2 Poison Fireflies. Level 1 gives 0.1 experience points and level 2 gives 0.1 experience points. Although there were many of them, the experience points per bird was too low. I only gained a little over 100 experience points after a whole night of grinding.

However, Su Mu was already quite satisfied. A little over a hundred experience points would have required him to defeat over a thousand cat demons during the day. Although it was tiring at night, at least he didn't have to run around; he could just sit and wait.

Next are attribute points.

He hasn't added the 10 free attribute points given by the upgrade.

Su Mu thought for a moment and opened the attribute panel.

His current base attributes are: Strength 88, Constitution 53, Agility 29, and Spirit 18.

Blood ginseng medicinal wine can improve physical constitution, so no additional investment is needed to improve physical constitution.

Spirit is not the primary focus for now. Strength and agility are the core of the battle.

6:4. Strength +15, Agility +10.

Su Mu allocated the points, and the data on the panel changed slightly...

Strength: 103. Agility: 39.

He clenched his fist, sensing the changes. The increase in strength was obvious; his muscles seemed to have been compressed again, becoming firm and powerful.

While the improvement in agility isn't as immediately noticeable as the improvement in strength, it does increase the body's reaction speed slightly.

satisfaction.

Su Mu turned off the control panel and his gaze fell on the two jars of medicinal wine in the corner.

Both jars of ginseng medicinal wine were brewed last night. The first jar was brewed when I got back to the cable car; it soaked for twelve hours and was ready by dawn. The second jar was brewed in the latter half of the night using the second batch of roots and was ready before daybreak.

The only pity is that he couldn't brew a third batch.

Because the grain harvest failed.

Su Mu opened the trading channel and frowned slightly as he looked at the buy and sell information. Yesterday, he had traded one loaf of bread for one pound of coarse grain, and the trade went smoothly; he had collected more than thirty pounds in just over ten minutes. But today, the grain sellers had suddenly raised their prices... three loaves of bread for one pound, a threefold increase.

He looked through the transaction records and discovered an interesting pattern: the same few people kept selling him rice.

Clearly, they had previously found a place to store grain and brought back large quantities of cable cars. His aggressive buying yesterday alerted them to a business opportunity, prompting them to start hoarding and speculating.

Su Mu sneered.

Price increase? I'm not buying it.

Three loaves of bread for a pound of whole grains? That price would be robbery on the third day of the apocalypse.

If he accepts, the price of grain will only continue to rise. He will definitely brew more wine in the future... Although the Blood Ginseng Wine can only increase attributes three times, the value of the wine recipe itself is far more than that.

He could try brewing wine with other medicinal herbs, as different herbs would produce different effects. But no matter what herbs he used, grains were always an essential base.

If he lets the other party control the price now, it will only make collecting grain more and more difficult in the future. He wouldn't do something so foolish as to block his future path for a little bit of attribute gain now.

Anyway, we've already got the two jars of medicinal wine, so there's no rush for the third.

He could easily search for food himself; with such a large city ahead, how could he not find a granary?

If all else fails, let them wait a few days. Once they realize that no one else can afford these coarse grains besides him, they will naturally lower the price.

Su Mu turned off the channel and ignored the sellers who had raised their prices.

......

He walked to the planting platform, squatted down, and looked at the blood ginseng.

The blood ginseng grew peacefully in the soil, its vermilion stems and leaves gleaming faintly in the morning light.

The thinnest root that had been cut off earlier had scabbed over at the break, and... Su Mu squinted and looked closely... it seemed to have grown a tiny bit longer than yesterday. It was very subtle, almost imperceptible without close inspection, but it was definitely growing.

This thing recovered quite quickly.

Su Mu reached out and carefully parted the soil, finding another root. It was thicker than the first, about the thickness of his little finger, darker in color, and had fine lines on its surface.

He cut off a section with a knife, and dark red juice seeped from the cut, releasing that fresh aroma once again.

The main body of the blood ginseng trembled slightly, as if it was in pain.

Su Mu ignored it, rinsed the cut roots with mineral water, and then buried the blood ginseng back in the soil.

This time, the blood ginseng integrated into the soil even faster than before... As soon as the roots touched the soil, they automatically burrowed in and disappeared without a trace in just a few seconds, leaving only the vermilion stems and leaves exposed.

Su Mu stared at the blood ginseng for a few seconds, and a thought popped into his mind.

Could this thing have a spirit?