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The blazing sun baked the earth, and on the barren sand dunes, a corpse was like a discarded toy, covered with a layer of sand.

As the footsteps approached, An Ning, dressed in coarse cloth and wearing a white hood, stopped next to the corpse, and the package on his back was placed on the ground by him, making a chaotic sound.

"Providence, the souls of the wasteland will be liberated, and the living will thank you for your legacy." An Ning folded his hands and prayed sincerely.

Finally, he crouched down, his bright eyes constantly scanning the corpses, as a professional scavenger, touching corpses is his favorite thing to do, which often means that it is easy to obtain valuable goods, and if you are lucky, you may be able to get some good goods.

An Ning's eyes revealed a hint of joy, there was a big hole in the chest of the corpse, it should have been pierced through the chest, so maybe there would be other hidden loot around, this is also the survival habit of the wastelanders, some things would rather die than be obtained by their enemies.

An Ning continued to observe, and the corpse's clothes were torn, revealing long strips of black beetles shuttling through the dead flesh.

The parasitic species is a kind of beetle that specializes in sucking dead energy, the size of a finger, and generally appears on corpses with dead energy.

And what should be in front of him should be the corpse of a hunter, even if the corpse of ordinary people is completely decomposed, there will be no parasitic species.

Catching all the beetles, An Ning's face showed a satisfied look, there are 23 in total, two boxes, and you can exchange two catties of jerky from the bat.

This is also the way of survival of wasteland scavengers, who seek refuge by exchanging things with death energy for ordinary food from hunters.

Putting the iron box into his arms, An Ning rubbed his hands, took out half a blade from his sleeve, and cut his index finger open a bloody mouth, the scarlet blood had a unique fragrance, An Ning stretched out his tongue and licked it, and a touch of gold flashed in his eyes.

An Ning's expression was serious, lying on the sand, a quick glance, the tight sand could not block his gaze, and the surrounding two-meter range was unobstructed in his eyes.

Suddenly, the corners of An Ning's mouth curled, and a meter below him, a fist-sized black box lay quietly on the ground, waiting for its next owner.

Got it!

With a wit in his heart, An Ning looked up and looked, this place is at least twenty miles away from the abandoned city, and the probability of encountering people is not large.

Holding back the excitement in her heart, An Ning pulled out a small shovel the size of a palm from her waist and dug it up.

The scorched sand brought up puffs of smoke and dust, but in a few moments, An Ning dug out the box.

The black box was stained with dirt, An Ning held it in his hand, the cold feeling was slightly biting, and the magic was that there was no gap in the whole box, as if it was completely sealed.

How do I open this?

An Ning shook the box curiously, only to hear a few crisp sounds coming from inside, proving that there was indeed something inside.

But this is obviously not the place to study, put the box in his arms, Ning Ning filled in the soil, and left quickly, after an hour, this place will be buried by the wind and sand, and there will be no trace of it.

The muddy sweat was running down the ends of his hair, and the nearly forty-degree heat made him feel like he was living in a steamer, and the hot wind and sand carried the warm breeze, making Anning's breathing slightly short.

It's so hot!

The box in his arms exuded a cool cold temperature, which made An Ning breathe a sigh of relief, and couldn't help licking her chapped lips, feeling a little at ease, even if you can't open the box, it's good to use it as an ice cube.

Finally, just as evening approached, a building finally appeared in front of me.

The style of picking up leaks, a slightly monotonous tone, and the gray stone build up houses of various sizes, and outside, only a few people walk in a hurry, with vigilant faces.

This is the ruined city, a gathering place for waste pickers.

An Ning similarly lowered her hood and walked briskly into the depths, eventually stopping in front of a stone house with a dead bat hanging from the iron door.

This is the heart of the ruined city, where the Bat Order is trading house.

An Ning tapped the iron door a few times, and it wasn't until a few soft coughs came from inside the room that he walked in.

In the dimly lit room, a gray flame burned, exuding an icy aura and allowing people to see what was inside.

An Ning turned her neck comfortably and took off her hood, revealing her immature face.

An old man sat on a chair behind the counter, some wide robes concealed his figure, only a pair of thin palms were exposed, holding a book, looking at it carefully.

"My lord, I'll get some things." An Ning respectfully placed the two boxes of dead seeds on the counter, then put the package on the ground and waited quietly.

Finally, when the old man had finished reading the page, he raised his head, and on his wrinkled face, one eye had become a hole, as if it had been dug out, and the remaining right eye glanced at the two tin boxes and pursed his lips.

"Ning boy, luck is not bad, but is that all?" The old man stared at An Ning, his eyes narrowed.

An Ning smiled bitterly, he knew the meaning of this sentence, and said: "My lord, if there is really that thing, how can it be the turn of the kid, and the kid is only worthy of drinking soup, the adult knows." ”

The old man smiled, undeniable, also took out two iron boxes in the cabinet and put them on the counter, pointed to a stone jar in the corner, and said, "Go get water." ”

An Ning thanked him and walked over, in the gray stone jar, the turbid water color made An Ning's throat even more dry, and he couldn't help but pick up a water scoop next to him and drank it.

The cool liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach, and he burped comfortably, until he was half-full, and then he stopped and filled his kettle.

The old man in the rear stared at An Ning's back, his eyes were deep, and he sensed something carefully, and he didn't stop An Ning's behavior, these inferior water are like garbage for hunters, how much they want, all they care about is death.

"Fuck off when you're done." The old man sighed, withdrew his gaze, and continued to read.

An Ning breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, picked up the two iron boxes, and retreated.

He was really afraid that the old man could sense the black box in his arms, but fortunately the box did not seem to have death energy, and the hunter could not sense it.

……

Anning's residence is not too far from the trading house, and it is also not very close to the border, which is in a central position of both.

When the iron door was closed, the room instantly became dark, and only a little light penetrated through the crack in the door, so that the people in the room would not suffocate to death.

An Ning sat on the bed, took out the tin box and opened it, and the tempting aroma of meat emanated from it, filling the entire room, where a large amount of dried meat was stored.

He had long been accustomed to the darkness, and in the wasteland, ordinary flames could not be ignited.

"Sanssouci God is above, bless my sister to have meat to eat in another world."

An Ning took off a gray stone pendant from his neck, bowed with the jerky, and then put the jerky in his mouth.

The unique aroma of meat has a slight smell of blood, and An Ning chewed slowly, enjoying this hard-won comfortable time, but his eyes were staring at the stone pendant in his hand, and his eyes were full of longing.

In the ninth year of my sister's departure, I missed.