Shaman, Calamity Star, Immeasurably Deep

Fourth Day.

Yimo woke up early in the morning.

"Dead players: 7. Survivors remaining: 18."

After looking at the system's new notification, Yimo headed to the washroom without expression, washed his face and brushed his teeth, then looked at his slightly messy hair in the mirror.

In a game with a victory condition of surviving 15 days, 7 players had died in just 4 days.

Yet Yimo seemed to have known it would happen all along.

Judging by his estimation, there would be another one or two explosive increases in the death toll.

And that would probably happen within the next couple of days...

Survive for 15 days?

Heh... What a joke...

Yimo had showered last night, so he wasn't planning to shower again today. He put on his tracksuit, donned a mask and hat, grabbed his motorcycle helmet, and headed out.

First, he bought a few normal-looking vegetable buns from a street-side bun stall that seemed perfectly ordinary. Then he headed for the shop he was going to, only to unexpectedly see a Bai Ye Group truck again, parked outside a restaurant that looked pretty decent.

Judging by Yimo's estimation, there was probably a dead person inside the restaurant.

But dead people were so normal now that Yimo didn't really pay attention to them anymore.

This time, though, the situation was a little different, and it still caught his attention.

At that moment, Du Yu was arguing with someone.

No, that wasn't quite right. Someone was making a scene at Du Yu all by herself.

"Ah ya ya ya ya!"

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits... Heaven, open your eyes and show your power!"

"Evil ghost! Evil ghost!"

"Reveal your true form!"

"I shake the King Wen Drum in my left hand, and wield the Erlang Whip in my right!"

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