Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 381 - 150: Snowfall, the Overbearing Fish King! (Part 3)
It’s a pity, there’s a saying that cuts to the heart: good people don’t live long.
Maybe with a different belief, with his talents, he should already have become Extraordinary by now.
Perhaps leaving the group for so long and feeling like he’s collapsing might be related to losing his protective belief.
Of course, it’s still that saying, if becoming Extraordinary and gaining power is to do things you don’t like, then the power itself loses meaning.
"Come, have some soup."
The fish in the first pot was almost done, Jiang Chuan lifted the lid, and a spicy aroma instantly spread out.
He served two bowls, and as the steam rose, their visions blurred, yet the chill was somewhat dispelled.
Cheng Ye took small sips, the spiciness wrapped in the earthy flavor unique to freshwater fish, with a hint of sweetness at the finish.
Savoring it carefully, there seemed to be four or five levels of flavor.
When your taste becomes lighter, everything seems delicious, and the previously overlooked flavors now clearly bloom on the tongue.
Both of them were Martial Artists, with astonishingly large appetites.
They devoured the first pot of fish, and the taste of the second pot of soup became even more special.
The spiciness turned into sweetness, the burning sensation from the mouth to the throat and stomach was slowly soothed, transforming into a warm flow that spread through the limbs.
The brightly colored red shrimp was also particularly bouncy and chewy, Cheng Ye thought while eating, once fishing starts, just because of its conspicuous color, it might not take long before it’s caught to extinction.
Finally, they heated four packs of Nutrient Paste in a small pot, two bags per person.
After drinking, they were just full, neither stuffed nor hungry, just right for a good night’s sleep.
Outside the window, the rain was still pouring heavily, and a bit of cold wind blew through the broken window, bringing in the damp earthy smell, yet it couldn’t disperse the lingering aroma of the meal inside the room.
"Sleep now, tonight is your first night in the Wilderness, I’ll take the night watch."
Jiang Chuan set up a camping lamp high in the room, its yellow halo cast swaying shadows on the mottled walls. Though not bright, it drove away some of the midnight chill, covering them with a gentle warmth.
Cheng Ye nodded and bent down to crawl into the single tent.
The single tent’s space was small, and wearing his Battle Armor, he could only lie straight, with his back against the cold ground, even turning over was a bit of a struggle.
But in the perilous Wilderness, comfort has long been the least important thing, having a corner to shield from the wind and rain is already a rare stability.
"I never thought, the first day in the Wilderness would be spent like this..."
Cheng Ye sighed in his heart, as his mind involuntarily replayed the day’s experiences.
From the nervousness and excitement of leaving the city in the morning, to seeing up close the enormous, ruinous remains of Chuan City engulfed by vegetation.
From the bumps on the national highway, to the potholes on the county road, to the almost foot-trapping muddy rural road at the end.
The Hunters encountered, the sudden attack of Mutated Malaria Mosquitoes, the Guardian Spirit Spider guarding the granary...
Thinking back, almost all the potential dangers in the Wilderness were experienced in this one day.
And those tilted abandoned buildings in Dapo Town, the rushing waters at the branch of White Water River, the cracked, damaged hydroelectric station standing in the river channel...
These scenes flashed by like a lantern show, making his once vague understanding of the outside world gradually clear and concrete.
Just then, the sound of Jiang Chuan’s light cough came from outside the tent, followed by footsteps.
"I’m going on patrol, sleep tight."
Listening to the steady footsteps pacing back and forth in the corridor, Cheng Ye’s lips curled into a slight smile, and sleepiness slowly washed over him.
How nice.
Even though he was transported to this treacherous, anxiety-filled Wasteland World, ever since the day he woke up, it seemed he was never lacking people who were genuinely good to him.
Various kinds of people, far more real than the interactions shrouded in Disguise across the screen in modern society.
He summoned the small Flame, let the little guy help guard against nearby dangers, and in no time, he fell into a deep sleep.
By the time he woke up again, it was already the latter half of the night, nearly dawn.
Cheng Ye pulled open a corner of the tent and saw Jiang Chuan standing by the window, back turned to him, gazing outside at something, his profile in the light of the camping lamp looked a bit wistful.
Hearing movement, Jiang Chuan turned his head, "Why are you awake?"
"Yesterday wasn’t too tiring, I can take the night watch, you should get some rest."
"It’s okay, it’s already five," Jiang Chuan said, pointing outside, "It’s snowing."
"Snow?"
Cheng Ye stuck his head out, a bone-chilling cold instantly crept into his collar, making him sneeze.
So cold.
It felt like the temperature had dropped to four or five degrees below zero.
He got up and stepped out of the tent, and in the illumination of the camping lamp, there were indeed snowflakes drifting all over the sky outside.
It wasn’t a heavy snow with large flakes, but so fine that it blanketed the sky and earth, like countless white dust scattered from the heavens.
"Looks like another wave of Fog Cave has erupted..."
Cheng Ye was somewhat alarmed.
The sudden drop in temperature meant the Void Mist was extracting heat, forming Fog Caves that connect to other places.
He walked to the window, turned on a flashlight, and shone it outside.
Perhaps because of the heavy rain earlier, there was no snow accumulation on the road yet, but some dilapidated building tops already had a thin layer of white, adding a strange serenity to the dead silent ruins.
"It’s so cold, building anything will be difficult..."
Jiang Chuan murmured unconsciously, his eyes somewhat vacant, seemingly reminiscing about the winter scenes of Happiness City in the past.
In the end, he laughed freely, "It’s almost over, intelligence estimates this will be the last eruption of the Void Mist." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"Good, if this damned weather continues, nothing can be done."
