Sang Ning was on her way to the signal source when she suddenly staggered, one foot sinking into a patch of soft mud.
She pulled her foot out, but her nose instantly felt like it had been gently tickled with a feather. Uncontrollable itchiness caused her to erupt into a series of violent sneezes.
Damn it, could it be that Lian Qi is talking bad about her behind her back?
The time given by the production team for vying over supplies was only half an hour, and the drone hovering above them was constantly broadcasting the remaining time in real-time.
After ten minutes, Sang Ning reached the signal source location. Aside from Lian Qi and Wei Lejun, everyone else had arrived.
It was an open area in the jungle, and before Sang Ning was a massive suspended wooden walkway shaped like a standard pentagram, about one meter above the ground.
At each of the pentagram's five intersection points, there was a uniform wooden box, square-shaped and half as tall as a person.
