Chapter 7: The Seventh Pig

The return journey was against the wind.

By the time Li Zhenzhen had bitterly finished rowing the boat and returned to the cabin, hungry and famished, it was already the evening of the third day.

As soon as she pushed open the wooden door, a strong scent of blood hit her nose.

Her heart skipped a beat. She hurried over and lifted the male lead’s shirt collar.

His forehead was feverishly hot, the wound had become infected, mingling with the previously dried bloodstains—a shocking sight.

His beautiful lips were cracked and burnt, his dense black eyelashes drooped quietly and indifferently.

The last ounce of fuel in the cassette stove had been used up; the fire had long since gone out. Li Zhenzhen touched his forehead—it was nearly cold, her fingers chilled to the bone.

She reignited the fire and took out the last cephalosporin pill, quickly prying open the male lead’s jaw to force it down his throat.

The sunset cast a pale glow over the snow outside, softly spilling in along the windowsill.

The male lead lay bathed in the lattice of light and shadow, his black hair like ink spreading over pure white paper like a landscape painting.

Beautiful, yes, but utterly mad.

Li Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief.

When she looked up, she saw a dog crouching on the beam like a cat, its tail hanging down.

“You’re dead,” the system said gloomily. “You’re dead, Li Zhenzhen, and you even dared to skip work.”

Li Zhenzhen said nothing. She stood up, grabbed the bundle behind her, and took out some clothes.

The system didn’t wear clothes and wasn’t fooled: “I don’t buy it—stealing clothes and it takes three days?”

Li Zhenzhen took out rice.

The system was stubborn: “Rice is everywhere, that’s nothing.”

Li Zhenzhen then pulled out a chicken from the bundle.

The system was speechless: “Where did you get a chicken?”

“From the mountain,” Li Zhenzhen said without changing expression. “I was just walking when the chicken suddenly jumped into my arms. I had no choice. Anyway, chickens are everywhere; it’s nothing.”

The system was speechless.

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On the fourth day, the main system still hadn’t connected.

Li Zhenzhen watched coldly as the system repeatedly tried and failed to contact the main system.

She sat calmly, waiting until the system gave up, before asking, “What do we do next?”

The system stared at the connection screen, silent for a moment.

While Li Zhenzhen had been away for three days, the system hadn’t been idle; it had personally inspected the cosmic transmission channel.

The conclusion was that the wormhole gravity system of their spaceship had been deliberately sabotaged, which was why they lost connection to the main system.

But now, whether they could reconnect to the main system wasn’t the main concern.

The real issue was that they were trapped in this small world.

Someone was working against them, deliberately preventing their return, wanting them to die here.

This was a dead end.

But when exactly was their ship sabotaged, and who was behind it?

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