The mountain centipede is classified as a "quasi-town-guard" mutant creature, and the crystal nucleus naturally cannot be wasted. Chen Xing pulled out the axe inserted in the back of the locomotive, and with a few "bangs", he cut open the centipede's head armor and took out a walnut-sized green crystal nucleus from the rotten flesh.

Wipe his hands off the dirt and ash on the ground, throw the crystal nucleus into the storage space, Chen Xing rode on the locomotive and continued to move forward.

At night, he parked the locomotive at the foot of the mountain, climbed to the top of the rocky mountain, found a sheltered place from the wind, lit a kerosene lamp, ate a bag of military hot food, and slept against the rock. In the middle of the night, he was woken up by a rustling sound. He immediately jumped on a high place and glanced around.

The moonlight shone on the gray stone, and the visibility was more than ten meters. In the darkness, a shadow seemed to wriggle. turned on the flashlight to shine it, and the other party seemed to be frightened, and with a "snort" sound, he hid in the dark.

Even though it was only for a moment, Chen Xing saw the lizard's tail covered with yellow spots. The black table captures the information, and the data rolls up.

[Macular Lizard (Elite)]

[HP: 423/423]

[Talents: Color Change, Stone Skin, Tear, Long Tongue Raid, Enhanced Agility, Swift Run, Night Vision]

[Virus Possible: None]

Quasi-town-level mutant creatures are also a particularly difficult type. Chen Xing took out the burning stick from the storage space, wiped it on his pants, and the head of the stick spewed out bright flames, and then threw it out.

The incandescent light of the fire illuminated the surroundings, and Chen Xing slowly pulled out the silver star behind him and infused it with spiritual energy. After a few seconds of silence, the wind suddenly rose, and a black shadow suddenly burst out from behind the stone and pounced on Chen Xing. The spiritual energy had already been filled with bullets, and at the same time as the black shadow rushed out, Chen Xing also fired.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three shots in succession, the evil lizard rolled in the air, fell to the ground, quickly got up, and disappeared into the shadows. Chen Xing put away the silver star and replaced it with scar. This is the standard assault rifle of the Red Dragon Scale Guard, which uses 7.62 mm rifle cartridges with a capacity of 20 rounds, which is less than the general 5.56 mm assault rifle cartridge capacity, and can snipe at medium and long distances, and can also shoot in bursts.

This is a customized version of the Dragon Scale Guard, mixed with a small amount of pure gold and mythril, and engraved with a rune circuit, although the power is not as strong as the big black eagle, but more comprehensive.

The evil lizard hid in the shadows, and after waiting for a while without moving, Chen Xing picked up a small stone on the ground and threw it into the darkness.

"Smack!"

The moment the stone hit the ground, a black shadow swooped out. Chen Xing raised the muzzle of the gun, and the tongue of fire spewed out. The lizard screamed and retreated into the darkness. Chen Xing repeated his old trick and threw out stones. The evil lizard has a limited IQ, and it doesn't know whether it is a deception, so it pounces out again, and it is naturally greeted by a bullet that comes out of its disembowel.

"Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!"

The lizard left a trail of blood and hid. This time it learned well, and it didn't pounce on the stone again. But at this moment, Chen Xing took out a silver coin.

"Ding!"

The silver coin landed on the stone with a crisp sound. The lizard opened its bloody jaws and pounced, then a barrage of bullets swept through the air, knocking it all over the place.

After that, Chen Xing tried all kinds of things, bagged food, canned food, etc., until the evil lizard heard no sound and did not react, so he began to retreat down the mountain. The lizard has thick skin and quick movements, and now it's night, so it's not easy to deal with.

Before leaving, Chen Xing suddenly had a plan, made a bait out of canned meat and a blasting grenade, and put it in the position where he was standing just now.

Quietly descended the mountain and stepped onto the locomotive. As soon as the fire was fired, the engine went off. The Wild Overlord's noise wasn't loud, but in this silent night, any sound would be amplified tenfold. A black shadow fell from the sky and landed in front of Chen Xing.

"Roar!"

The lizard roared fiercely, but in the next second, with a muffled sound from the inside out, the lizard's stomach was like a balloon that was rapidly inflated.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The lizard let out a terrible scream, as if it was in extreme pain, and rolled and struggled on the ground, its tail whipped around, and the surrounding stones were torn apart.

Chen Xinghao took out the big black eagle in a good time, concentrated his energy, compressed the spiritual energy, and finished the opponent with one shot, and once again harvested a crystal nucleus the size of a walnut. The smell of blood would attract mutated creatures, and Chen Xing changed the dungeon and continued to sleep.

After waking up, he continued on his way, and after a few days, he finally came to the edge of the Black Death Jungle.

Looking up, the ancient trees are towering and intertwined. It is not the cry of a bird, but it is not known where it is hidden. It is impossible to drive in the forest, and most of the fuel is used up. Like last time, Chen Xing found a hidden bush and hid the locomotive.

After two years, Chen Xing revisited his hometown, but his mood was completely different. Last time, he was trembling, for fear that a fierce beast would suddenly emerge from somewhere and swallow him in one bite. Not afraid now, at least at the edge of the forest, he was at the top of the food chain.

"Let's get some game to eat."

Chen Xing thought so, and walked into the lush woods with his bags on his back. The tops of the trees are draped with roots, like curtains, never knowing what is hidden behind them. Every time Chen Xing walked, he would climb the canopy of the tree, observe for a while, and then move forward to ensure safety.

The bushes in the distance suddenly shook, and Chen Xing squatted down vigilantly.

"Rustle!"

A pair of long ears emerge from the lush leaves, turning around smartly.

Jungle Hare!

Chen Xing held his breath, as calm as a stone. The flow of time slows down, and every change of light and shadow brings a heartbeat feeling. Finally, the hare cautiously came out.

Fat and big, weighing at least five kilograms. There are many mutated creatures in the Black Death Jungle, but the agile rabbit is not their staple food.

The red eyes and the black eyes matched. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The hare looks at the man, and the man looks at the hare. After a few seconds of stalemate, the hare kicked on its hind legs, intending to escape. Chen Xing also moved, took out a cleaving knife and flew over.

Using a gun will break the rabbit, and the meat is full of gunsmoke.

"Poof!"

The rifling knife plunged into the hare's stomach, and the hare's body paused and continued to run forward. The cuffle was extremely sharp, and as it ran, it gradually fell downward, slicing open the hare's belly, and pink intestines flowed out.

Chen Xing picked up the cleaving knife and chased it a few hundred meters away, and the hare dragging his intestines was desperate.

It is precisely because of the tenacious vitality of the jungle hare that they can survive in this dead jungle, running around under the noses of fierce beasts. However, it was unlucky, and it ran into Chen Xing, so it had to drink and hate and sacrifice delicious fat meat.

"Crackling!"

The fire rises, and the skinned hare on top of it exudes a rich smell of meat, and a small amount of rabbit oil drips on the firewood with a sizzling sound.

After eating a delicious roast rabbit meat, Chen Xing cut off the rest with a knife, put it in the lunch box, and kept it for the next meal. What follows will be a protracted adventure, and he will have to save dry food in case he needs it.

Then he climbed up to the canopy and lay down among the maids to rest.

Before falling asleep, he repeated what the black monster had said. The Black Boss said that most people have fallen into the misunderstanding of the use of hero potions, thinking that as long as they extract it, they will have a chance to obtain bloodlines. Although there is a chance, the probability is very small, and the vast majority of users will die or go insane.

Only after experiencing some kind of "ritual" will the probability of success be greatly increased.

Chen Xing asked the black old monster how to find the target of the "right eye". The black monster told him that as long as he encountered it, he would naturally know, because it was from the resonance of genes.

This statement is mysterious, and there is no trace at all, so you can only take one step at a time.

Then, he must give up what is outside of him and defeat his opponent in the most primitive way. It's best not to use weapons, but cold weapons can be used as a last resort, but not too much reliance on weapons.

This point is too difficult for Chen Xing, his own development direction is precision marksman, it is not difficult to use firearms to fight town-level mutant creatures, but with cold weapons, it is really difficult for him.

He has no psionic armor and no advanced fighting skills. Except for the mercenary fighting skills on the rotten street, he can't learn any martial arts, let alone the family's mastery. If it weren't for the black old monster who saved him several times, he would have almost wondered if the other party wanted to kill him in disguise.

Thinking like this, Chen Xing took out the cleaving knife and looked at the sharp blade.

From this time on, he has to practice his melee skills, and he can't rely on firearms alone, otherwise he will be really confused. Although he is not good at close combat, he is still capable of fighting with a trio.

"Tweet ......"

There was the chirping of crickets under the tree, and he put away his cleaving knife and turned it over, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible.

He missed the oak bed on the boat, the softness of the young girl, and the comfortable bedding. The trees were more uncomfortable than the mud, bent and uneven, the legs could not be straightened, the neck could not be twisted, and the back was uncomfortable, which was very painful. Fortunately, he was a man in his third life, and he had been a mercenary for more than ten years, sleeping in the open air, enduring hardships like eating, and gradually falling asleep in this harsh environment.