Fog Survival

It is called scenery, but in fact it is the whistling cold wind and the chaotic spiritual flow in the pitch black.

The peaceful and quiet inside the "Cloud House" is in sharp contrast to the darkness, danger and chaos outside.

The contrast between the two gives people an inexplicable sense of stability.

The wind blows the branches guarding the thorns, and the trunks sway slightly. There are sparse particles outside, which blow on the windows of the house with the whimpering wind.

In such a late night, Qi Yuan's thoughts drift slowly.

Inexplicably, when I came to the foggy world on the first day, the shabby cabin at that time had only a small table and a kerosene lamp.

All human beings, at that moment, have a new name-survivor!

Everyone began to experience cold, hunger, wild beasts, disasters, and everything that was originally human civilization, is now lost.

It seems to have returned to millions of years ago, back to the life of the tribal era.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Exploring the unknown world, busy every day, doing my best for tomorrow's life.

There is a way for life to flourish on the barren land.

Looking back on the journey, Qi Yuan suddenly felt inexplicably dazed, feeling that everything seemed so unreal.

In fact, the time away from human civilization was only more than 2 months, but it seemed that decades had passed.

The magnificent foggy world, the new world rules, the completely different way of survival, and a group of... brand new friends!

For a moment, Qi Yuan suddenly felt that although there were dangers everywhere and he was busy every day, he did not seem to hate it.

On the contrary, every day was extremely fulfilling.

The meaning of life has never been so clear in my mind!

Thoughts drifted with the wind, as if overlooking the entire foggy world, seeing the endless vast river land, the mysterious and treacherous dangerous land, the exquisite wonders, the wild beasts that shook the world, and the compatriots who survived in the darkness...

I also saw friends in the shelters, including Brother Qin, Mai Yun, Zhao Cheng, Yang Zhenghe, Zhang Zhongyue, and many strangers...

Slowly, Qi Yuan's eyes blurred, staring at the dark night sky without a soul.

Until the wind suddenly blew outside, the fallen leaves in the distance were blown away and floated into the window of the Yunduan cottage.

Not long after, the night wind was accompanied by the night rain, "clap clap clap" hitting the table, and Qi Yuan was awakened.

Feeling the cold raindrops, slapping violently, Qi Yuan's mind was clear and he quickly closed the window.

The darkness and wind and rain were shut out, and the small house was filled with soft lights.

Qi Yuan stretched himself, and without the intention to continue working, he climbed up the stairs to the second floor holding the "Spiritual Pattern Engraving Book".

The bed on the second floor had been covered with bedding and quilts.

Qi Yuan lay down naturally, with the thin quilt casually draped over his stomach, his legs comfortably draped over his right leg, and opened the book in his hand, flipping through it silently.

Not for memory, not for learning, just simply as an entertainment book, flipping through it easily.

Suddenly, I felt that the spiritual pattern that was like a heavenly book before became agile at this moment.

High-concentration spiritual liquids with different attributes and characteristics can draw complex and beautiful patterns, but they can have completely different powers.

Spiritual liquid, pattern, and carrier leather, apart, there is nothing strange, but when combined, there is a wonderful mechanical reaction.

Each stroke of engraving is like painting the laws of this world, creating a new life.

Perhaps, it is not necessary to use spiritual liquid or leather. In any case, these patterns will have magical power when they appear.

Qi Yuan felt that this was a very profound knowledge, and it seemed that it would take a long time to learn before he could understand its secrets.

He kept flipping through the books and thinking about it, and read the whole book, but he didn't remember a single symbol.

Until he was drowsy, listening to the increasingly violent sound of wind and rain against the window, Qi Yuan gradually fell asleep.

Tonight, it was a heavy rain with thunder and lightning, which lasted all night and did not stop.

The next morning.

Qi Yuan heard a bell ringing, which was the voice of [Mist Announcement].

He woke up habitually, rubbed his confused eyes, and opened the "Mist Survival Manual".

Whenever there is a [Mist Announcement], all survivors must check the content immediately.

"I just issued an announcement a few days ago, how come there is another Mist Announcement?!" Qi Yuan was a little confused and muttered to himself.

[Mist Announcement (Auction)]

[At 8 o'clock tonight, the system public store will hold an auction.

The auction will be divided into 5 levels, namely:

The first level, level 4 shelter, property less than 1000 spirit coins

The fourth level: level 4 shelter, property more than 1000 spirit coins.

The third level, level 1 shelter, ranking after 10000.

The second level, level 1 shelter, ranking 100-10000.

The first level, level 1 shelter, the top 100.

(Those with higher levels have the right to enter the auction site of the lower level.)]

Qi Yuan's mind was still a little confused. What auction? What is level 1, level 2, and level 3?

Before he could figure it out, the group chat message had already been sent over.

You didn't even need to look to know that it was definitely about the auction.

Qi Yuan rubbed his face and hurried back to the shelter. After brushing his teeth and washing up, he rushed to the underground shelter.

Such an important matter must be discussed in a group.

Not long after, everyone rushed to the courtyard of the underground shelter.

At this time, the courtyard was surrounded by green grass and colorful flowers, and the concentration of spiritual energy was higher than that of other places, which looked very beautiful.

Seeing Qi Yuan, Qin Zhenjun couldn't help but teasing: "Qi Yuan, you take care of this small courtyard so well, but you don't live in it yourself, just let Xiaotong and I live in it!"

Qi Yuan smiled indifferently: "Live in it casually, it's okay if you tear it down for me!"

While talking and laughing, Zhong Maiyun and the other two also came in and sat down yawning.

Yang Zhenghe took the lead and said: "Everyone, tell me, what do you think about the auction?"

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The scene froze, and no one spoke.

Looking at the four people who were still asleep, Yang Zhenghe slapped the table helplessly and said, "Hey, hey, hey, wake up! Say something?!"

Qi Yuan blinked and responded, "Well, I think we have to participate, after all, this matter..."

"Forget it, Brother Qin, what do you think?"

Interrupting Qi Yuan's nonsense literature, Yang Zhenghe turned to ask Qin Zhenjun, who was more reliable.

Qin Zhenjun thought for a while and said, "We will definitely participate. Let's discuss which level to participate and what preparations we need to make."

"Which level? Is this still being discussed?" Zhao Cheng asked with some confusion.