Pulling out the alloy dagger, Ding Xiu tried to slice open the mutated creature's belly.

His ankles and shoulders were wounded, and each pull of his arm hurt greatly, but the movement of his hand did not stop until the dagger cut through the skin of its abdomen.

A fishy smell emanated from the incision, and the smell was still warm and disgusting.

The liquid that came out of the cut could not be seen in the night, and the skin on his hands had a tingling and itching feeling when it touched them, Ding Xiu rubbed the liquid on his hands on the gravel, and continued to pull down along the cut opening.

"Puff~", the dagger slashed halfway, and a large mass of things suddenly gushed out from the stomach of the mutant creature, and those things almost rushed Ding Xiu, who was squatting next to him, to the bottom of the sand dune and buried him.

Ding Xiu got up from the ground covered in slimy liquid, which still had a foul smell, and he rolled on the ground to allow the sand to rub them off as much as possible.

Emptying out the belly of the mutant creature was Ding Xiu's current plan, and he knew that he would not be able to return to the camp at night, so he decided to spend the night in the wasteland.

The belly of a mutant creature can undoubtedly serve as a temporary small shelter, and it is much more secure than a direct open rest. Ding Xiu's life in the barracks was very difficult, so he was never picky about the environment in which he slept, and he had only slept in the belly of another creature twice in his life, the last time was when his mother was pregnant with him.

After emptying the belly of the mutant creature, Ding Xiu smeared a layer of sand on the inner wall of the abdominal cavity, which would make it dry and make it much more comfortable to sleep.

After finishing all this, Ding Xiu finally put his mind at ease, "Whether you can survive tonight or not depends on you." ”

With that, he took his belongings and slipped into them, and pierced the cut skin of the mutant creature's abdomen from the inside with a dagger, preventing it from opening easily.

The mutant creature lay on the ground after death, and Ding Xiu's opening on its stomach was very low, so after closing the opening, the thick flesh on both sides of the mutant creature's body and the hard shell on its back seemed to become a natural barrier.

The monster's body was still warm, it had just died, and Ding Xiu was hiding in it just enough to withstand the cold of the night in the desert.

He remained calm and vigilant, holding his breath when he sensed something approaching, not making a sound.

At night, the cold wind in the desert blows constantly.

Ding Xiu was so tired that he wanted to stay awake until he returned to the camp during the day to rest, but because of serious physical overdraft, he finally fell asleep......

Early the next morning.

"Hmm-"

"It's good to be alive." Ding Xiu spent the night on the wasteland, which was undoubtedly a feat, but he didn't feel excited in his heart, only the joy of the rest of his life.

He drew his dagger, ripping the skin off the mutant's abdomen. The sunlight shone through the gap on his face, so dazzling, so pleasing.

Coming out of the monster's belly, Ding Xiu dragged his injured body around the neighborhood, the sand pit that devoured the car yesterday had disappeared, and there was no trace on the vast sand dunes now.

"Alas~" Ding Xiu sighed and returned to the corpse of the mutated creature. He noticed that the internal organs that had been picked up yesterday seemed to have been eaten by something, and there were still many bite marks on the mutant creatures.

"Is it Steppenwolf?" Ding Xiu cautiously crawled out of the mutated creature's belly and vigilantly took a look around him.

"Not really." The wind and sand in the night had wiped out the footprints of those creatures, and Ding Xiu could not accurately judge their identities from the bite marks on the mutated creatures alone.

Shaking his head, no longer thinking about what creatures were approaching in the night, he burrowed back into the belly of the mutant creature and began digging with a dagger.

"There it is!" Ding Xiu found a yellow crystal nucleus the size of a date in the heart of the mutant creature.

There is a relatively small probability of such crystal nuclei appearing in the bodies of mutant creatures, and they are of different colors, but they contain great biological energy. This crystal nucleus can be eaten directly into the stomach, and after the crystal nucleus is entered, the biological energy inside can be absorbed by human cells and converted into nutrients that strengthen gene fragments.

The benefits of eating these nuclei are obvious, because the body's abilities such as strength, agility, stamina, etc., are associated with gene fragments, and once the gene fragments are enhanced, their corresponding abilities will also be significantly improved.

Extremely high-quality crystal nuclei can even grant humans special skills, but this kind of crystal nucleus generally only has a small probability of appearing in special mutated organisms, which is an existence that can be encountered but not sought.

The last time Ding Xiu dissected his body to find the crystal nucleus was Steppenwolf, all of this knowledge was taught to him by Zhang Rongshe.

As a former veteran captain, Zhang Rongshe not only taught Ding Xiu these knowledge, but also paid great attention to training his combat ability on weekdays.

Ding Xiu took out the kettle and poured some water to rinse the yellow crystal nucleus, and then took it in his mouth without thinking about it.

When the crystal nucleus dissolves in the mouth, there is a sudden warmth flowing in the body, and the biological energy in the crystal nucleus can not only improve the ability and other effects, but also help the human body repair wounds.

Ding Xiu felt that the injuries on his shoulders and ankles were not so painful.

He took another sip of water, which soaked his throat and woke his stomach.

Ding Xiu rested on the corpse of the mutant creature for a while, and waited for the warm current in his body to gradually disappear before standing up again. He used his dagger to cut the flesh of the mutated creatures, intending to fill his stomach before returning to camp.

Ding Xiu didn't know which part of the mutated creature had good meat, so he chose a few places with the most bite marks to start, which is the same as the sweetest apple with worms.

There were no plants nearby to make a fire, so Ding Xiu had to chew on the raw meat.

He is not afraid that the flesh of mutated creatures will be contaminated with nuclear radiation, because a few decades will be enough time for most parts of the world to be cleaned up by nuclear radiation, and even if there are still remnants in some heavily polluted areas at the beginning, they do not pose much of a threat to humanity today.

As the sun rises, the temperature in the desert rises considerably, and it doesn't take long for the sand on the ground to become hot again.

Ding Xiu stuffed the last piece of meat into his mouth, stood up and patted his buttocks.

"Hey, what is this?"

The sun shone on the mutant creature, and something seemed to reflect a colorful light on its back.

It was a membrane as thin as a cicada's wings.

Ding Xiu climbed onto the mutant creature's back and saw that the translucent membrane grew on its back like wings. The edges of the membrane are connected to the hard shell, and the sunlight shines on it, causing the membrane to reflect the colors of the rainbow.

"It's beautiful." Ding Xiu rubbed his fingers on it, the touch of his fingertips was very novel, he used a dagger to cut off the membrane, and then folded it and put it in his satchel.

Continuing to examine the corpse of the mutant creature, Ding Xiu found that the only thing he could take away was the membrane. He is not greedy, and he will let go of things that are beyond his ability, because he can't get out of the desert with too many things.

After doing all this, Ding Xiu checked the wounds on his ankles and shoulders again, and found that they had already scabbed over.

Running down the wound on his shoulder, there was a tattoo on his left chest, and the blood from the wound flowed through it, giving him a special sense of violence.

Ding Xiu took out the kettle from his satchel, poured some water, wiped the blood on his hands, and finally revealed the original appearance of the tattoo.

It was a flaming sword.