Survival In the Crypt Starting In Tokyo

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"In this way, with her control, your thoughtful vegetable basket project will have the possibility of being realized."

Lin Anlan nodded, with a happy smile on his face.

Compared with the previous life, Lin Anlan and the others have more than sold one step.

This small step he sold will be a big step for the bright future of the entire Dome Star survivors.

"I have taken over part of the authority on the Apocalypse Virus Network. With the power of a great sage, there is nothing wrong with building a basic logistics management system in Ideal Town. However, if you want to transport materials out, you still need your side. Passed."

The meaning of Sakuraman's real name is very simple. I will classify the items to be transported to you in advance, and leave the rest to you.

Lin Anlan smiled slightly, and when he opened it like this, the survivors finally got some protection.

He opened the extraordinary template and posted a message in the comment area.

Lin Anlan: "After half a day of research (bushi), the transmission of related items can basically be completed in a small number of areas so far, but it is difficult to transmit.

I personally suggest that if you don't encounter unnecessary situations, don't listen to the song the first time, and then get polluted.

Because although this pollution is under my control, it will almost irreversibly assimilate part of your body.

If you are really desperate, then listen to the song. I have put the method of how to make crystal chips in the group. Next, those who are about to starve to death, surrounded by beasts, and desperate, can consider whether I don’t force it to implant virus crystal chips. "

As soon as he said this, Lin Anlan instantly felt that in a remote area, in the dark world, it was like a torch was lit, instantly dispelling the surrounding fog.

Soon, dots of light began to appear in the endless darkness, and more and more fields of vision were illuminated.

Lin Anlan didn't fluctuate in her heart because she knew it was taken for granted.

Too many of the survivors left the field early. Many of them did not support the establishment of Laurel Base City. They were starved to death, killed, and were played to death by traps left by the extraordinary people of other races... …

They are the silent majority. In fact, the survivors who are thinking about talking in the comment section are basically those who are in a relatively good living environment.

Because the most difficult group of people have tried their best to survive, and they have no intention of talking in the comment area.

So when countless sparks were lit in the dark night, Lin Anlan felt for the first time that her rebirth seemed to have done something truly.

It is not limited to personal grievances, but more things that Lin Anlan wants to see more.

"Real name, send a belated gift to those survivors who have lightened their vision."

A piece of food that can survive for a week, a piece of Baiyao from an unknown province, and even ore and wood enough to make an iron sword.

Although this thing is not expensive, it may be a hope for those survivors who have been driven to desperation.

Soon, the comment area became lively.

"Is it an angel?"

"In this materialistic world, there are actually thighs that can warm people's hearts. Protect our most lovely Miss An Lan."

"The same for me!"

"I have been hungry for three days. I had already given up my hope of survival, and then I took a bite of hot rice... Uuuu, I have never had such a delicious meal in my life."

"The same for me!"

"Lin Anlan, Lao Tzu's life is yours."

"The same for me!"

"Can you change your line? Other people like you think that our nine-year compulsory education has slipped through the net."

"Okay, okay, I just want to express a feeling of excitement. Do you know how happy I am when I have an iron sword in my hand? If I have been practicing sword for 15 years, I have been caught by a group of wild dogs. Isn’t it because you don’t have a sword in your hand?"

"Stupid people are still discussing these things, smart people have already started trading, you look at your extraordinary template, there is a new window on it, let me say one more thing, I just grabbed a crossbow arrow, hunting moment Arrived."

As someone spoke in the comment area, those survivors who were still grateful were taken aback.

Instantly understood the sinister intentions of those who didn't speak.

For a while, the number of people in the comment area that had barely stopped dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In Ideal Hometown, Yingman's real name has already controlled the abilities of the Great Sage, and has begun to classify various data.

[Get Wood x6]

[Get edible fruit x118]

[Get Iron Ore x9]

[Get dried salted fish x2]

[Get spring water x11]

A large amount of data began to be updated in the brain of Sakuraman's real name.

At the same time, transaction requests sent by players from all parties are also processed after obtaining the consent of both parties.

[Wood x10] in exchange for [spring water x3]

[Iron Sword x3] Exchange for [Edible Fruit x22]

[Iron Ore x77] in exchange for [Crypt Corn x99]

[Bow crossbow x1] in exchange for [Iron Ore x55]

[Homemade Bomb x1] Exchange for [Mercury Trap x1]

...

A large amount of data was updated in the background, and then the GHQ soldiers who were awakened by their real names reluctantly began to classify these materials according to the instructions of the voice that appeared in their minds.

Soon, the massively updated data began to slow down.

As the summarization and exchange of various materials ended, the number of people who subsequently entered the venue for material exchange began to decrease.

Seeing this situation, Lin Anlan put on a little smile on his face: "Real name, start sending the supplies where they should go."

"Ok."

Soon, a large number of materials in the ideal village began to disappear, and were transported to the corresponding people along the hollow of the soul.

Soon, a lot of emoticons with folded hands appeared in the comment area.

People who didn't know thought it was at a large mission site.

At the same time, Lin Anlan found that her private chat had been broken.

More and more survivors began to chat with him privately, and some asked straightforwardly, asking directly what the price was after being contaminated by the virus.

After getting the desired news, another field of view on the map was illuminated.

And the one who occupies the most is probably the gratitude sent by the silent majority.

Of course, there is always something disgusting in a pile of candies.

Some people have not figured out the situation, and they have come up in waves, and they are still the third most aggressive.

"Hand over your delivery channel, this belongs to the public"

"Bring me what supplies, what do I need here..."

"Miss Sister, can I lick you"

For this group of people, Lin Anlan decisively chose to pull black.