Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1708: Go Out for a Stroll

Chapter 1708: Go Out for a Stroll

It was in the hands of the sick school doctor, so what could he possibly find?

So much had happened, and another person had died during the night. The sky gradually lightened, bringing the dawn of a new day.

Ning Shu’s eyes were sore. She had spent the whole night without rest and didn’t cultivate. As a result, her body was very uncomfortable.

The old woman and Xiao Lan came out of the house and said, “Today is the last day I’ll keep you. You guys can leave after breakfast.”

Xiao Lan didn’t ask her grandmother to keep anyone this time.

“Well then, let’s get out of here,” said Fan Junyang.

“President, where and how?”

“We were riding the bus before we came here. Now, the snow is so thick that even cars can’t get through.”

“And it’ll be easy to get lost in this weather.”

“We’re not familiar with this place at all.”

“…”

The crowd had been discussing it for some time. They certainly wanted to go, but if they really went out, they might not be able to survive. Whether they stayed or left, they still faced a ten thousand foot drop.

People were dying one after another, and they were familiar cla.s.smates. The fear in their hearts was indescribable. It felt like they ran the risk of going crazy at any moment.

“Advisor, let’s go. If we stay here, we’ll get into trouble sooner or later,” said Fan Junyang.

The uncle nodded. “Well, then, let’s go. But how? If we walk on foot, how long would it take?”

“Even if we have to walk, we have to get out of here.” Fan Junyang’s att.i.tude was very resolute.

“Fine.” The uncle didn’t object.

The old lady made enough food this time. Now every person could probably eat three steamed buns. “Don’t come back after you leave.”

Considering that there would be no food outside, each person took three or four steamed buns and put them away. They did not need to bring water. If they were thirsty, they could just eat a couple mouthfuls of snow.

They had nothing except snow.

Ning Shu put the steamed buns away. Although she had fasting pills, more food was always better.

“Advisor, do we really have to go?” Ning Shu asked the uncle. If they left, how would they do the task?

“It’s good to go out for a stroll,” said the uncle.

Ning Shu: …

The crowd packed up their luggage and gathered in the courtyard. In a black windbreaker, the uncle stood in front. Everything outside was covered with white. As the only one all-black, he was too conspicuous.

The murderer would probably first look for him.

The old woman hurriedly waved her hand. “You guys go. Go, go, go…”

“Also, the bodies in this courtyard, get them away. Take them with you…” urged the old woman.

“How do we get the bodies out in this situation?” asked Fan Junyang as he glanced at Xiao Lan, who was leaning against the door. He then turned to walk away.

Thus, the group stepped into the thick snow. Ning Shu found it genuinely difficult to walk; it was almost knee-deep.

Why was there no government action in such a severe snowstorm?

At the very least, they had to ensure access to the roads and remove the snow.

This place felt isolated from the world.

Ning Shu’s foot was swallowed by the snow. She saw the school doctor uncle walking ahead in the snow; it was only up to his lower calves.

It went against logic. His body was tall and upright, and his weight wasn’t light either. How come his feet didn’t sink?

Was he a soul or a body?

It felt like a body; after all, he had flesh and blood. But, the task-takers were souls. Perhaps once they got to a high enough level, they would have a physical body.

So jealous!

Walking in the snow was extraordinarily difficult. They were all panting for breath but hadn’t gotten very far.

Ning Shu couldn’t figure out why the uncle took them away. Were they not doing the task anymore?

Translator: Kaho