Thriller Paradise Chapter 607: The Wilderness Seeking Poison (3)

The introduction to the script is finally over.

At this moment, the scenery in front of Feng Bujue changed suddenly, and at the same time, he also gained control over his body.

"What the hell?" Brother Jue felt uncomfortable the first time he regained consciousness, because...At this moment, his whole person was buried in the sand, only his head was exposed.

[The random loading is complete. Your role is, Number Nine, Stephen Carbon. 】The prompt of the system sounds at the right time.

"Even carbon doesn't need to be buried..." While Feng Bujue complained, he didn't forget to secretly try to escape from the sand, but...

[Important note: Your equipment, inventory, skill, and psionic weapons have been locked, and your basic physical fitness will simulate the level of Stephen Carbon. 】

"Is it limited again... well... I was prepared for this when I chose a single nightmare anyway..." Feng Bujue immediately gave up struggling, because he already understood that this was a waste of effort." For the good... at least the character I played is not bad physically."

Obviously, when he watched the introduction of the characters, he was already thinking about "playing". He knew that the system would not allow a male player to use the body of a **** female celebrity (Rohan); nor would he be allowed to play the referee and host (Clams); therefore, he must be the remaining nine players. One of them.

Now he has arrived at Stephen Carbon randomly, which is undoubtedly good news. From the opening CG, Stephen Carbon is about forty years old. He is of moderate size and has no obvious disabilities. He is a very good body...

[Important Two: In the script. Physical energy will be lost with hunger, thirst, fatigue, pain and other physical sensations. 】

"Well...just like Jumodao back then, I need to find a way to ease it, right..." Feng Bujue said after hearing the words. "Anyway, the top priority... I still have to get out of this place before talking."

In spite of that, there is really no way that Brother Jue can do it. In terms of his current physical fitness, it is almost impossible to escape on his own without resorting to objects and skills.

"Hey! Stephen, it seems you are in some trouble." Suddenly, a voice rang.

The voice came from behind Feng Bujue, because Jue couldn't turn his head. He can only turn his face slightly, and look at each other with his side.

"Bell?" Brother Jue didn't fully see the visitor, but with his figure and voice, he had determined that it was Clams.

"Yes, it's me." Clams said, walking around in front of Brother Jue and squatting down. Face to face with him, "Man, does the sunbathing feel good?"

"No...not very good." Feng Bujue's acting skills went live. He put on an expression between nervousness and seriousness, and said the answer that a normal person should have, "I think... I will soon become dehydrated if this continues."

"Yes. The sand on the beach..." As Clams replied, he grabbed a handful of the sand in front of Brother Jue's eyes. "It is exposed to the sun every day, so the temperature is very high... It may burn in severe cases. Skin." When he said this, he didn't look at Brother Jue at all. Instead, looking at the camera lens that followed it.

The level of technology in this universe seems to be very high. At this time, no one was carrying the camera that was shooting Jue Ge and Clams. It's the state of automatic hovering and shooting, similar to the technique used by The_ crew in the script of "Me, the Clown".

"At this moment, you will be a popular science for the audience..." Feng Bujue said in his heart.

Brother Jue also saw the floating machine, but he didn't show any surprise. It's really not surprising that this kind of thing appeared in the game world.

"OK, I don’t think the audience would like to see you withdraw at the beginning of the game." Clams said, and took off the big backpack on his back, Sand, "Let me help you, man."

Before he could finish his words, he had already shaved away a large puddle of sand with his bare hands.

In less than three minutes, he scooped up all the sand above Jue's chest and dragged it out of the sand with two powerful arms.

"Are you okay? Stephen." Clams asked in a very relaxed tone after finishing these in the scorching sun.

"I'm fine." Feng Bujue pretended to be very grateful, and replied, "Thank you, Bell."

"No thanks, this is my duty." Clams responded, "Guide and supervise, remember?"

"Yes...I remember." Feng Bujue didn't say too much, just made the most basic answer.

Brother Jue has dealt with many different types of scripts in many different scripts, so he knows very well that in this situation, he should talk less and listen more.

"Let me see...long-sleeved t-shirt, suit pants, leather shoes..." Clams immediately began to look at Brother Jue's dress, read it out, and commented, "You think you are on vacation. Is it? Stephen."

Clamles’s move was undoubtedly a performance element. As a member of the show team, he naturally knew what the players were wearing when they came to the island. He was just a routine complaint.

"No...I..." Feng Bujue also understands this kind of tactics commonly used in reality shows. He deliberately made an awkward expression and said half a word.

"Forget it, now, you can only wear these to conquer the wilderness in front of you." Clams interrupted him, turned and opened his big backpack.

[Every time you meet Bell, you can use him to take out an item in your inventory (multiple consumables stacked in the same column will be taken out). 】

In this second~IndoMTL.com~ the system prompt sounded, and the subtitles also appeared in front of Brother Jue.

"You know the rules, Stephen." Clams crouched next to his backpack, looking down, "Let's talk, which survival item do you want to take from me?"

For the average person, this setting should be considered a test. Because the inventory in the game menu has been locked, the player cannot see what is in his luggage at all. In other words... the player has to rely on his memory to pick out one of his many items that he currently needs.

For Feng Bujue, this is a piece of cake: "I want...WJQ-308 military shovel." Not to mention that there are currently 13 items in his bag, even if there are 23. , Thirty-three... He can also give the answer immediately.

"Oh, very good choice, if I would choose this too." Clams quickly took the shovel out of the big backpack and handed it to Brother Jue. "So..." He looked down at his watch. "It's the first day, at 12:10 noon. The game has been in progress for ten minutes..." He paused, and glanced at his glasses. "Stephen, are you ready for your first hint?" To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)