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Even the most rudimentary explosives pack a punch.
After a while, the group finally came to their senses and sat up, staring blankly at the gruesome pool of blood and flesh before them. Bones, muscles, and tissues were all exposed to the air. No one could have imagined that just a few minutes ago, a ferocious Steel-Toothed Crocodile had stood right there, nearly devouring one of their companions.
The other injured Steel-Toothed Crocodile, witnessing the scene, dragged its battered body into the bushes and disappeared after a rustling sound.
After a long moment, Xie Huaicai sighed.
"Goodness!"
In modern society, what they encountered related to explosions was either fireworks or controlled demolitions of buildings. The former was mostly for enjoyment, while the latter served merely as assistance in construction, posing no real threat.
"You actually have explosives?"
Gu Ze sat up, clutching his shoulder, his gaze complex as he looked at Xu Nuan. He had been closest to her when she hesitated for a brief moment before igniting the explosives.
These explosives could have been put to better use; Gu Ze speculated that they might serve a greater purpose in more dangerous times ahead.
Xu Nuan's expression was calm as she brushed off the dust from her clothes and offered a simple explanation.
"Yeah, I just mixed some things together from the supplies at the Supply Station."
Many hardships need not be voiced; tasting them alone is enough.
Xu Nuan glanced around at the chaos and then at the varied expressions of her companions. With a slight furrow of her brow, she began rummaging through her backpack.
Several people finally helped Xu Hang sit up, patting his back to help him breathe easier. Xu Hang pointed at Gu Ze, who was pale and several meters away.
"Quickly bandage him up; his injuries can't be delayed any longer."
Deng Yinyin, who had rushed to Gu Ze's side, was already shouting.
"But we don't have those supplies in our backpack! What kind of broken game is this?"
When a person feels dizzy, the noise around them can be unbearable, and it often stirs up frustration.
Fortunately, Gu Ze was someone who could control his emotions well; he merely cast a slightly indifferent glance at Deng Yinyin.
Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of him—delicate and fair, with faint scars—holding a roll of bandages, iodine, hemostatic patches, and anti-inflammatory powder.
Following that hand upward, he saw Xu Nuan's calm face. Her light brown eyes seemed devoid of any light, like a doll without emotions.
She hadn’t changed, yet she had changed.
What a contradictory and ironic statement; the most important thing was that she truly didn’t remember him. He thought the pain from his uninjured wounds had begun to throb.
Gu Ze smiled and raised his uninjured left hand, which was stained with blood but not hurt, indicating that he had no extra hands available. The implication was clear: why don’t you help me bandage up?
Xu Nuan pressed her lips together but did not withdraw her outstretched hand.
Deng Yinyin, feeling that the atmosphere was quite strange, reached out to take the medicine and then muttered in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.
"What kind of attitude is that? We're all from the same company. If you had taken out the explosives earlier, Gu Ze and Xu Hang wouldn't have gotten hurt."
Her complaint was laced with blame.
Only then did Gu Ze turn to look at Deng Yinyin, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness.
"Deng Yinyin."
At this, Deng Yinyin stopped speaking, but she noticed that Xu Nuan had not walked away. When she looked over, she found Xu Nuan staring at her, her expressionless face appearing somewhat frightening in the current environment.
It was hard to guess the thoughts of someone who didn’t smile.
This was their chosen way; they should bear the consequences. This was what Xu Nuan had thought, but when her gaze caught the lingering smile at the corner of Gu Ze's lips, she abruptly swallowed her words.
After all, it had nothing to do with her, Xu Nuan thought as she began to tidy up the remaining intact items.
The open space fell silent; with the crisis past, fatigue quickly set in.
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