A female utopia under the apocalypse of natural disasters

The Coconut Country itself is a country with many islands and is not connected to the mainland. It is natural for earthquakes and tsunamis to occur in the sea around the islands.

It is normal for things in the sea to be brought ashore by tsunamis.

Therefore, Wang Xiang and others did not question Ye Ting's words, and all proposed to seal the vent.

Of course, there is no need to worry about breathing. After all, there are only four days left in the dungeon, and Wang Xiang has stocked up on a few more boxes of oxygen bottles in the real world.

If you add the oxygen bottle from Ye Ting and the fresh air inside the cave, you can survive the remaining four days no matter what.

Without further ado, Yang Qiannan fastened the fan to the top of the vent and turned it on to maximum wind to blow out the haze and volcanic ash in the glass pipe.

After feeling that the air inside the pipe was almost clean, she asked Zhang Xue to close the lid of the sealed jar.

Wang Xiang, who had been waiting aside for a long time, handed the light in his hand to Yang Qiannan after fastening the lid. She herself wore a mask and came forward with a knife to cut all the filter cotton cloth.

Although a large amount of volcanic ash has been blown away by a fan before, there is still residual dust in the filter cotton. So Zhang Xue and Yang Qiannan helped Ye Ting away from the vent and came to the stairs to sit down.

After Ye Ting sat down, she took out two buckets filled with two-thirds of the cement powder, two large bottles of mineral water, some leftover broken bricks, a stirring rod and three smoothing tools and handed them to Zhang Xuehe. Yang Qiannan.

The two of them didn't hesitate. After putting on N95 masks and windproof glasses, they trotted to the cave with buckets and water, and mixed the cement and water little by little until they became viscous.

After Wang Xiang cut all the filter cotton cloth from the edges, they shoveled out the mixed cement and broken bricks bit by bit to block the vents.

However, it would take several days to wait for the cement to dry. Zhang Xue returned to Ye Ting and asked her for some intact bricks. He built two circles of bricks on the outside of the vent and then built another on the top. Three floors is enough to be considered satisfactory.

There are several observation holes on the brick wall, and the volcanic ash obscures the sky, making the outside world almost dark both day and night.

Worried about the possible presence of photophilic creatures, they did not dare to use a flashlight to illuminate the outside world through the observation window - in fact, it could not illuminate much of the place.

But a few people still didn't plan to block them with bricks.

There is no other reason. You must always leave a window to learn about the outside world. After all, the unknown is the biggest fear.

After doing this, everyone took one last look at the world outside the observation port and then returned to the tent, each taking out protective clothing and putting it on themselves.

It was always cool in the cave. Even though the outside temperature rose to about 500 degrees due to volcanic ash, the temperature in the cave still did not increase that day.

Therefore, Ye Ting and others wore long-sleeved, long-trousers and autumn clothes during the days they took refuge in the cave.

Nowadays, if you put on a protective suit outside your autumn clothes, as long as you don't cover your head and wear a face mask or mask, you basically won't feel hot.

Besides, they plan to sleep as much as possible in the next four days to reduce their oxygen consumption, so they won't feel hot.

Of course, even if they have to sleep for a long time, two people still need to stay awake and pay attention to the large cave where the tent is located and the abnormality of the cave entrance at all times.

While Ye Ting and the others were discussing patrols and sleeping shifts in low voices, in the ocean on the Pacific side of the Coconut Islands, a water wall several kilometers long and hundreds of meters high encircled many strange marine creatures and rushed towards the land.

The highest point points directly to the city of Mani and its surrounding areas in the Coconut Country.

In addition to this tsunami, almost all the islands on the Pacific side of Coconut Country were affected by the tsunami, which was high or low, but the lowest height was about 40 meters.

Such a high tsunami gave those coastal cities that had been turned into ruins by the earthquake a certain sense that human civilization had become history.

Among the ruins, only weird and twisted mutated sea creatures roamed freely, and everything they passed was contaminated with sticky, disgusting mucus and a pollution value of up to 50%.

The tsunami swept them ashore from the extremely deep seabed, and the residual human smell in the coastal cities aroused their appetite, making them reluctant to leave.

There are more and richer aromas in the land further ahead. These weird creatures that have some intelligence drive the creatures that can produce mucus to clear the way for them, through the magma that has cooled down after several days.

In just two days, these creatures crawled over almost all the towns in the Coconut Country, including Mani City, which almost became a magma plain.

There have been no survivors in Mani City since the magma pool erupted in the business district. The survivors so far are basically other small second- and third-level towns and even villages.

These mutated creatures sniff out and collect the human odor mixed in the dirty air in some way, and follow the guidance of the odor to dig out the hiding survivors and eat them.

It's just that the ones who can survive now are basically the players who have space and know that this is a copy.

Most of them consciously look for the most likely refuge spots around them as soon as they come in, and quickly escape when a disaster occurs, instead of finding a relatively safe place to wait for rescue like the NPCs in the dungeon.

Players who have survived this dungeon know very well that it is impossible for rescue to come in the world of the dungeon.

The only way to survive is to save yourself.

High-rise residences, villas in the mountains, self-sufficient villages far away from human habitation, and some people even found bunkers.

Of course, there are also many people who run to the mountains and find caves.

But most players are still huddled together with other survivor NPCs and players, hiding in one place.

Are you killing to fight for living space, or are you taking out your supplies to seek win-win cooperation to resist natural disasters, or are you playing the role of a savior, taking out supplies and instructing NPCs to reinforce the shelter.

Scene after scene is performed everywhere like a melodrama, but the actors performing these plays are far away from each other and cannot be each other's audience.

The only game system that was watching these players did not show up, or even comment on these plays. It just watched all of this silently.

The time in the dungeon passed day by day, and most of the players were not blinded by the volcanic ash that had shrouded them for several days. Instead, like Ye Ting and the others, they were silently alert for the arrival of the last wave of impact.

Among them, the players who were eliminated by the first wave of mutated creatures were those players who killed all the survivors except themselves. After all, the human smell exuded by blood and corpses is the richest and sweetest smell for these mutated creatures. .