Su Ming'an glanced at the time; it was now noon on the ninth day. Only half a day remained until the most critical day.
As he pondered this, the number jumped again to 75.001%.
It seemed... as long as he stayed here, his survival probability would continue to rise?
He seemed to have arrived at a feng shui treasure land through spatial teleportation props.
Su Ming'an asked, "Is the Regular Army's station not far from here?"
"Yes... it's nearby, next to Ger Forest. However, we basically don't leave town; it's too dangerous outside..." Mo Mo probably guessed something, as the other party seemed to be a noble of the Regular Army, especially since everything he showed did not resemble a long-distanced soldier.
Next to him, Qingqing, who was holding a medicine bowl, was still staring with wide eyes, seemingly very curious about him.
