"Looks amazing......"

It is a parchment roll the thickness of a little finger, about ten centimeters long, like a pencil. The texture is soft and soft, with a faint yellow in the white, and two red rings painted in the middle.

The fat man stretched it out suspiciously, and sure enough, it was a sheepskin slightly larger than a palm. Or some other skin is unknown, the nitrate is very thin and fine.

Before the spread of papermaking in China, the barbarian countries of the West also used sheepskin as paper for a long time, and some chicken soup texts falsely called "sheepskin rolls" are still popular.

It appears that the sheepskin is paper, but there is no text on it, but a strange and strange pattern is drawn.

The fat man let go of his hand, and the sheepskin automatically rolled up again, turning into the shape of a pencil.

I don't know if it's powerful, but I think it's something useful.

This parchment roll was found from a cloth bag. There were also five gold coins in the bag, a small clip for hair, and a small sewing kit. Metal needles should be hand-ground, which is relatively shoddy, but it works. The needle and thread are made like some kind of plant fiber.

However, the female warriors were all ragged, and the needle and thread must have not been used for a long time. Or was it the bag they had when they weren't turned into the walking dead?

In the other two cloth bags, there are also five gold coins each. It seems that gold coins are indeed the currency in circulation in this world, and they are very precious to carry around. Even those monsters have them, but the fat man hasn't picked them up for a long time, and there are twenty or thirty souvenirs in the treasure bag.

The fat man found another parchment roll, exactly the same as the one just now. Even if it is useful, it is not precious.

There is also a case of small knives and small scissors, which are probably girls' gadgets. Unexpectedly, there was a small hand-carved puppet in one of the cloth bags, like an old man with a very long beard, with a smile on his face. Although the handiwork is relatively rough, it is carved with great care.

Could it be that this is an old father who is far away from his hometown?

The fat man sighed, and when he saw these small objects that were very life-like, he had mixed feelings for a while.

The female warriors, including those they had just encountered in the cemetery, were trained to attack and defend, even if they moved instinctively.

Or were they really once a bunch of female soldiers?

Now he is half-dead, and life is better than death.

There may be relatives in the distance who miss them, but they don't miss their relatives anymore......

The fat man put the three cloth bags into the treasure bag as they were, and took out a sheepskin roll separately to ponder. It's not text, it's not a map, it's blue and black ink, and the shape and lines are quite regular, like a rune paper drawn by a Taoist priest.

"Owl!"

The crow in the treetop in the distance suddenly gave an alarm, and the fat man stood up and grabbed the big stick and prepared for battle. Looking through the crow's line of sight, a dozen female warriors mixed with seven or eight skeletons were searching this way. Some of the female warriors carried bows and some carried guns. There are also alien skeletons inside the skeleton that condense the ball of light.

The fat man suddenly felt a heavy weight in his heart. There is no problem in killing cattle and monkeys, and there is no burden in fighting zombies and skeletons. When these female warriors are killed, it seems to be murder!

By this time they had almost rested, and the fat man quietly avoided them.

In any case, this cemetery is a must-explore, even if there are any horrors and weird existences in it.

The crow flies in the sky, the poison vine shuttles around him, and the fat man maneuveres in the direction of the outer edge of the cemetery, hoping to find another breakthrough.

Through the crow's sight, there are indeed large and small mounds in the cemetery, looming among the withered grass and dead trees. The crow can probably leave the fat man for two or three hundred meters, and if it is farther away, it will automatically return.

The fat man didn't dare to get too close to the wall, so he couldn't see the location of the core of the cemetery, only that this cemetery covered a huge area. There are various monsters operating in the cemetery, but most of them are female warriors, skeletons, and zombies.

Half an hour later, inferring from the direction, it should have turned half a circle around the cemetery. There are many gaps in the perimeter wall, but I don't know where the holes are. The fat man stopped out of breath.

"Huh, what's going on?"

The color of the big stick seems to have changed! It was originally a dark gray-purple color, but now it is a shiny black-purple, as if it has been washed off a layer of dust, or has it been plated with a layer of baked blue?

The fat man subconsciously picked it up and looked closely, and when something strange happened, several lines of text emerged from the big stick!

"Mace - Frost of Bronze:

"One-handed damage: 6-9;

"+10-20 to Attack Accuracy;

"+1 to Cold Damage, the effect lasts for 1 second."

me, what the hell is this? The fat man was stunned, but his friends were still vigilant.

These watermarked texts, and the way they emerge, are the same as the skill texts on the leaves. Refer to the skill description on the blade - the first line is the name of the item? The following three lines are item attributes?

It's easy to understand. The fat man looked at it suspiciously, and the words could emerge or disappear - but how did they appear?

After all, it can't be half a circle around the cemetery, and the big stick will be valued, right?

The fat man looked down at the leather waistcoat, leather pants and leather shoes, but he did not find anything unusual.

Well, leather vests and leather pants are homemade and discriminated against. The shoes are original, so you have to take them off to see them?

The fat man immediately sat down on the ground, and without waiting to pick up his shoes, he found the clue - the parchment scroll was still in his hand, but the strange pattern on it had miraculously disappeared!

The fat man in front was pondering the parchment roll, but suddenly he was disturbed by the monster, and immediately grabbed the big stick and left-well, it was like putting a handkerchief to get something......

Now, the pattern on the parchment scroll is gone, and the big stick has more text on it. Is there a connection, or is there a connection?

By the way, let's try to reproduce!

The fat man hurriedly found another parchment roll, which was attached to the leather coat, and there was no change; Attached to leather trousers, there is no change; Attached to the shoes, there is still no change, even if it is taken off from the feet.

The shoe is still the shoe, the parchment is still the parchment - it seems that this inference is wrong......

The fat man regretfully put away the parchment roll, put on his shoes, and once again picked up the big stick to observe. No matter how this strange thing happened, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing!

The text is easy to understand, and the values are confusing. It seems that they are all stingy, and they are better than nothing-"+1", "lasts 1 second", do you dare to give more?

At least from the point of view, today's big sticks, or maces, are much more powerful than they used to be......

The fat man was a little hungry, thinking that he had been hiding in the bedroom for too long, so he looked inward at the dantian and returned to the real world.

"It's so fierce, it's much stronger than a little bread!" Bai Xiaoduo's exaggerated voice came up from downstairs.

The fat man couldn't laugh or cry, this big pickup truck was imported originally, and the specific price was not very clear, but for dozens or hundreds of small breads, there was no problem at all - Xiao Duo praised it quite really......

"Indeed, sitting in this car and looking at all the vehicles and pedestrians, they are looking down on it!" Ma Xiaoshi immediately agreed, and they all learned to use virtual words, which should be accompanied by a violent wave of his hand.

"Mr. Liu is really interesting! Although feelings have nothing to do with money, money at least represents sincerity, right? Bai Xiaoduo praised that she had originally supported Teacher Liu - she could write one less homework......

"Go, go, go! Go upstairs and call your uncle to eat! Wang Xia interrupted Bai Xiaoduo angrily.

"How many adults are there, I don't know how to eat yet! Eat it and don't care about others, starving ghosts to survive......" Bai Xiaoduo stood up reluctantly, turned around but immediately changed to a sincere smile, "Fat uncle! Hurry up, hurry up, wait for you to eat! ”

The fat man glared at Xiao Duo and continued to go downstairs. Ma Xiaolan has been busy taking accounts, and dinner is Wang Xia...... Assist Ma Xiaolan to do it. Bai Qiang invited Ma Dabao to come over for dinner, and he just happened to enter the door. (To be continued.) )