Chapter 89

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

Lin Qianhuan raised her eyebrows, looking at Number 8, feeling that this guy was a little too Buddhist.

But she was able to complete the task thanks to him, so she couldn’t just not give him any reward, right?

She rummaged in her space and took out another box of instant noodles, aunit for bundled items of mineral water, a box of bread, and a large watermelon.

Piling all of these in front of Number 8, Lin Qianhuan gestured.

“Thank you for helping me conjure a wild ginseng. These are my thanks to you, please accept them.”

Number 8 silently lowered his head, looking at the pile of supplies in front of him, a basket of strawberries also stuffed into his hand by Lin Qianhuan.

Hungry, seems like it’s time to eat.

Oh well…

Eating is okay, not eating doesn’t matter either.

Living is fine, dying doesn’t matter.

He stood quietly in place, the wind whistling past, as if it would directly sweep away his thin, paper-like figure.

Lin Qianhuan waved her hand in front of his eyes, speechless, an unrealistic thought emerging in her mind.

Number 8’s power is creation.

As long as he wants to, he should never lack food or clothing, let alone be starved into this skin-and-bones appearance.

So, the reason this guy is living so miserably is because he doesn’t care whether he lives or dies?

It seems like everything is the same to him.

Lin Qianhuan rubbed her chin with some hesitation, sizing up this young man who was already starving.

“How did you get here from the nursing home?”

For Number 8, shouldn’t it be that he doesn’t care where he stays?

How did he appear on the top of this desolate mountain?

Number 8 slowly raised his head to look at Lin Qianhuan: “Ah… I didn’t walk here.”

“Then how did you get here?”

“Number 6 planted me here.”

Lin Qianhuan felt like she had caught a very strange word.

Seeing her confusion, Jiang Xing opened his mouth and said: “Number 6 is a wood-type power user, and is extremely interested in planting all kinds of things.”

Lin Qianhuan’s mouth twitched: “For example?”

“Planting chopsticks, planting cell phones, planting books, planting clothes, planting people…”

“So, this guy plants everything except fruits and vegetables?”

Jiang Xing nodded very seriously.

Lin Qianhuan raised her hand and gently patted his shoulder: “That’s not called planting, that’s called burying.”

After speaking, she turned her head to look at Number 8, feeling that this guy was quite miserable as well.

Because he was too Buddhist, he became a plaything for other experimental subjects.

But miserable as he is, she really didn’t want to pick up any more experimental subjects from Villa 36.

Jiang Xing, He Lu, and Number 5 who is still running around.

If she keeps picking them up, her house will become a second nursing home.

Lin Qianhuan sighed and, driven by her last bit of kindness, pulled Number 8 out of the ground.

Yes, after being planted on the mountaintop by Number 6, this guy had never struggled.

His entire calf was buried in the soil, but he didn’t even have the idea of pulling it out, starving himself into a human jerky.

Seeing his numb and slow-witted appearance, Lin Qianhuan rummaged in her pocket and took out a one-yuan coin.

“I’ll give you this, if you encounter something in the future, you can toss this.

If the number is facing up, you do it, if the pattern is facing up, you don’t do it.”

Rather than living indifferently, it’s better to let God decide his fate.

At least he can suffer less, right?

The cold coin was stuffed into Number 8’s palm, finally making his eyeballs roll.

Toss a coin?

Tossing is okay, not tossing…

Lin Qianhuan clicked her tongue: “You have to toss it, you can’t not toss it.”

Number 8 tilted his head, tossed the coin upwards, and then held it in his palm.

“Live or die?”

He spread his hand, a bright number appearing in his eyes.

He raised his hand again and tossed the coin up: “Eat or not eat?”

“1.”

Lin Qianhuan found it interesting, feeling that this guy’s luck seemed to be pretty good.

At least tossing a coin gave him a way to survive.

Number 8 silently picked up a strawberry and stuffed it into his mouth, eating slowly.

It can also be considered saving a life, Lin Qianhuan’s mood was still good.

“OK, then we’ll go down the mountain and go home first, bye-bye.”

She took the lead, stepping onto the path and walking down the mountain, Jiang Xing and Lin Wansheng following closely behind.

The sweet and sour taste of strawberries stimulated Number 8’s numb brain.

He tossed the coin again.

“1.”

Getting the answer, he carried the strawberry basket and slowly followed behind the three-person team.

Hearing the extra footsteps, Lin Qianhuan looked back with some confusion.

“Where are the other supplies I gave you? Why didn’t you bring them down? Do you still want them?”

Number 8 tossed the coin, the pattern facing up.

He shook his head slightly.

Lin Qianhuan sighed, resigned to her fate and walked back to the top of the mountain, taking the supplies back into the space.

“You don’t want these, if you regret it in the future, I won’t give them back to you.”

She touched her nose and carefully returned to the foot of the mountain with the trekking pole.

Putting the off-road vehicle on the road, Lin Qianhuan stepped into the driver’s seat.

The car started and soon disappeared from Number 8’s sight.

He grabbed the strawberries in the basket and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, even though his stomach was bulging, he still didn’t stop.

[Now issuing a limited-time mission: Please find wild ginseng ×1 and plant it in the Spirit Spring Space in time, limited to 2 days.]

[Mission reward: Firefly Grass Seed ×1.]

The mechanical voice suddenly sounded, Lin Qianhuan slammed on the brakes, stopping the off-road vehicle on the side of the road, her face showing displeasure.

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