He took off his coat and had a row of bloody holes in his arms, two of which were particularly large and gushing with blood.

Chen Xing took out the medical disinfectant spray from the car and sprayed it continuously on the wound for a while, grinning in pain. Then he took out the bandage, bandaged the wound with his hands and mouth, took out the antidote, and gave himself an injection. Worm wolves carry rabies and living corpse viruses that must be purified or risk their lives.

Without the trio, he didn't dare to stay where he was, and as he walked forward, he searched for a suitable hiding place. Along the way, you will constantly encounter ghouls and living dead, but they are not fast, just bypass them.

After more than 200 kilometers, he found a pile of rubble. After checking around, he didn't find anything unusual, except for some white eggs in the cracks of the stones, maybe he had seen too many eggs recently, he didn't pay attention to it, and then parked the locomotive under the stones and climbed up on his own.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is setting and it's not so hot. He took off his coat, untied the bandage, drugged himself once, and bandaged it again. His physical assessment is only 12 points, which means that he is only 20% faster than normal. Such a wound should be rested for at least twelve hours to recover.

However, it is only a recovery of mobility, not a wound. After resting for a while, he took out the kerosene lamp, cooked himself a bowl of vegetable luncheon noodles, and after eating, lay down on the slightly hot stones, resting on his backpack.

Gradually, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he finally fell asleep.

"Da Da Da ......"

In the middle of the night, Chen Xing was awakened by a tingling pain in his head, quickly pulled out his pistol, took out a flashlight, and shone it in the direction of sensing danger.

The incandescent light quickly locked onto the target - a palm-sized black scorpion, its whole body was as black as ink, reflecting cold light, a scorpion tail rolled upward, and the stinging needle was sharp and long, which made people uncomfortable to see.

This is the Gobi black scorpion, which is extremely poisonous and can poison an elephant if stung. It was only then that Chen Xing connected the insect eggs in the cracks of the stone with them, and it turned out that this was the breeding ground of the black scorpion.

Chen Xing took aim with his pistol, hesitated for a few seconds, and then put it back on his waist and used a dagger instead. Shooting in the wasteland in the middle of the night will send the sound and light of fire far away, attracting the attention of wild creatures and humans.

"Kiln ......"

As if he heard a fine friction sound in his ears, he couldn't help but look down, and suddenly a chill ran down his spine.

I saw that under the stones, there were dense black scorpions crawling, and the scalp was numb. After a brief hesitation, Chen Xing took out two incendiary grenades and rolled them towards the side and near the locomotive.

"Bang bang!"

There were two muffled sounds, and the flames rose into the sky. The black scorpion was afraid of fire and immediately scattered and fled. Chen Xing jumped off the rock, got on the motorcycle, and quickly fled the scene.

After running a few kilometers, he slowed down and stopped. Driving in the wilderness at night is like a firefly, and the sound of engines and lights can attract a lot of unknown dangers.

"Huhuhu......"

Not long after he stopped, several miserable white shadows rushed over. The flashlight shone off, and it was the ghoul. Chen Xing didn't dare to use his gun, pulled out his dagger and rushed over. With his current strength, killing a few ghouls would be a breeze. After a while, they all cut their throats and covered them with dirt so that the smell of blood would not drift away.

Busy until the second half of the night, Chen Xing didn't dare to sleep anymore, sat in the car, closed his eyes and recuperated.

After staying up for a few hours, a bright light finally appeared in the sky. Chen Xing started the locomotive and continued to march in the direction of the Gari tribe.

Halfway through, in order to avoid a small stone, Chen Xing twisted it hard, but he pulled the wound and almost let go of his hand in pain. He couldn't help but think about how nice it would be if he had a quick healer, and if he got it a little done, he would get back to normal in no time.

I don't know why, Ye Yang Bailiu's healer talent has not shown the slightest sign of awakening, is it that there is something that is needed?

Could it be, like the big cat at the beginning, that the course of history will be changed because of him?

He shuddered a little at the thought of this. Once history changes drastically, he loses the advantage of foresight, and many things will develop in unforeseen directions.

But it didn't take long for him to regain his composure. A philosopher once said that there is inevitability and contingency in history, and that some things will change and some will not.

It's like he was able to get to where he is today because of his experience as a human being, which is inevitable, and because he was lucky, he was able to be reborn, which is accidental.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Xing finally came to the location of the Quake sign. In front of me is a poplar forest, the trunk is thick and twisted, the bark is dry and cracked, the leaves are yellow, yellow, green and green, and the body of the tree is forked in many places, like a palm that only comes out of the ground, ugly and terrifying.

Populus euphratica is one of the most common plants in the wilderness, known as the "hero tree", and is the soul of life in the desert. Its vitality is extremely strong, heat-resistant, drought-resistant, salinity-alkaline, wind-blown sand, and has the reputation of "being born and immortal for a thousand years, dying for a thousand years, and immortal for a thousand years".

Normally, in semi-sandy areas, the presence of poplar forests indicates the availability of water sources suitable for human habitation. Therefore, many displaced tribes will choose to dig wells for water, protect from wind and sand, and hunt sand animals in the forest, such as barren marten, hyenas, and hares.

However, the recipes of the homeless are relatively extensive, and even the ghouls eat them. You know, ghouls often eat the corpses of the living dead. Eating a ghoul is equivalent to indirectly eating people.

Although the living dead can no longer be called "human", they have always evolved from human corpses, and their appearance and bones are exactly the same, and eating them must have a psychological shadow, even if it is indirect. What's more, they also carry the living corpse virus on their bodies.

Chen Xing drove along the periphery of the poplar forest, and sure enough, he soon saw a tribe of displaced people. Earthy grey, patched tents stretched over a large stretch.

Some children in tattered clothes were running around in the open space between the tents, some were playing, some were driving goats or black pigs.

From an early age, the children of the homeless people have to work, bringing one or two sheep or pigs, and looking for food everywhere. Known as "shaved sheep" and "mountain pigs", these meat animals were delicious and sold to large towns for the nobility and wealthy when they matured.

This particular kind of meat is not cheap, and the market price is three to four silver coins a kilogram. But in reality, the income of the displaced people is very low, and the purchase price of the traders is only a few copper plates a kilogram. The reason is simple, the vendors take great risks, travel long distances, and the freight alone accounts for more than seventy percent.

"Is this the Gari tribe?" Chen Xing asked the child on the edge of the tribe.

When the children saw him, instead of answering, they scattered and ran away, as if they had seen some monster.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen young men to come over, spears in their hands, or old shotguns, looking at Chen Xing with wary expressions.

The two sides observed each other for a while, and Chen Xing said loudly: "I am a friend of the 'Red Wolf' Quake!" ”

The young men suddenly looked happy, and they lowered their spears and took up their shotguns. The leader stepped forward, opened his arms, hugged Chen Xing, and said, "Welcome, friend of Quake. ”

Although the other party's body was covered with greasy and pungent sweat, in order to show his friendliness, Chen Xing reluctantly cooperated.