Reality 8

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[Congratulations on successfully entering the Survival Game--]

[Starting items: Mobile phone*1, ID card*1, Backpack*1, Starting funds 2000.]

[Current mission: Survive for ten days.]

[Current number of survivors: 1,000,000.]

[Congratulations on receiving three lottery draws.]

Seven days passed in a flash. Ye Zhao had spent the week carving spirit tablets under the tutelage of Baidu, finally becoming a master of the craft. She had arranged them for all her friends and family, and even made one for herself—she hoped they would like them, though she certainly liked them well enough.

The two elders of the Ye family and Father and Mother Fang had been kneeling in the mourning hall for seven days. Naturally, their bodies couldn't handle it; they would faint from time to time, which was quite a hassle.

Ye Zhao wasn't so cold-blooded or unreasonable; she had specifically hired doctors for them. If they fainted, they were resuscitated on the spot, and once they were alive again, they continued kneeling in repentance.

Compared to Father Ye, Mother Ye, and the Fangs, Ye Mingtian's constitution was quite decent. He had managed to kneel in the mourning hall for seven full days without dying, to the point where even Father and Mother Ye looked at him with a mix of envy and jealousy.

Of course, when they had first started kneeling, they still had the heart to think about running away or playing the emotional card with Ye Zhao. But the more they knelt, the more perfunctory they became, and the less emotion they felt; there was nothing but pain. Ye Zhao was very dissatisfied with this, so she distributed paper and pens to each of them,