Three days later, Mo Chenxuan, Qin Wu, Xu Fei, and Lin Rongrong stood at the edge of what used to be an orchard.
Before the apocalypse, the orchard had thousands of fruit trees, including apples, pears, peaches, cherries, oranges, and plums.
At this time, most of the trees had withered and died.
However, a few had mutated.
Twenty metres away, Mo Chenxuan saw a grove of cherry trees.
The trees were laden with plump red fruits, and several people couldn't help but feel greedy.
However, they knew better.
"Qin Wu, do you want to bet?" Lin Rongrong suddenly asked.
"Bet? What to bet?"
"I bet that most of those cherries are poisonous."
Qin Wu rolled her eyes when she heard the bet.
"Do you think I am stupid?" She asked.
Generally, mutated fruits were rare, and even then, ninety-five per cent were poisonous or inedible.
How could Qin Wu know this and yet agree to the bet?