Forty days to the end of the mission, it was sunny, and it looked very sunny, but the temperature was only about 20 degrees Celsius, which was wet and cold.

weighed nine pounds, whispered to the camera, "There are still forty days." As soon as the words fell, there was a roar in his ears.

Take a deep breath, the wings of your nose twitch slightly, and the breeze brings a hint of fresh blood.

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

The shrill roar full of anger continued, mixed with a few terrible screams, you come and go.

Like the roar of a beast fighting.

"Go" weighed nine catties and tugged on the reins, and the duck flipper beast immediately chased after it with a roar, and the duck webs crackled on the ground.

Alas, the duck webbed beast is good at everything, but the movement of the feet is really big.

Not far away is a dense mossy swamp, and pieces of moss-covered ground emerge from the water, dark green and gray-black, and scattered.

Several black figures chased across a large moss-covered swamp.

Weighing nine pounds, he adjusted the focus of the glasses to make the target picture clearer.

A black figure covered in mud appeared.

Compared with the tofu pig, which weighs nine catties, it is more inclined to call these infected and alienated people melanosis patients.

The one who was being chased and besieged looked familiar, "It's the little guy." ”

In the past few days, life in the Northern Regions weighs nine pounds, more than once I have seen melanistic patients attacking each other, in a sense, they are no longer considered human, even if they usually act in groups, once one of them is injured, the other companions will not hesitate to devour it.

Peer love does not exist.

The little one was wounded, the wound on his right arm turned outward, and the weak smell of blood made the rotten pig even more excited.

The gap between the number of enemies and friends is huge, and it is too difficult to get rid of the pursuit, and it looks like it is about to lose its strength.

The little one is even smaller when it comes to the rest of the group, and is less than half the height of the others.

On all fours, his back arched, he stared warily at the six big men facing him.

The scarlet eyes showed a fierce light, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, the body popped out like a slingshot, and the throat rolled out a low roar.

The speed was too fast, and only black afterimages could be seen when it weighed nine pounds, like smoke.

It was the dripping strings of mud dots in the air that depicted her movements.

That's the trick.

The low roar clearly rushed towards the rotten pigs, which successfully misled the judgment of the rotten pigs, and the little one had already circled behind them.

Leap up and jump onto one of the necks.

The short arm stretched forward, and the claws stabbed into the neck of one of the rotten pigs, and there was no trembling or hungry bite, and the blow immediately fled.

The rotten pigs who had just cooperated with the pursuit of the little guy did not hesitate to pounce on the other rotten pig whose neck was bleeding, biting and grabbing.

The little guy ran in the other direction, clutching his wounds.

"Pretty smart." The little guy who weighed nine pounds and looked at the distance smiled.

More than one injury affected the speed of the little one, and this time the slippery little loach was caught.

Weighing nine pounds, she followed not far away, not letting the other party find her traces, and she didn't appear until the little guy fainted.

The hollow position in the middle of the trunk of the tall Yanmu tree is just enough to accommodate a person, but it will find a place.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he was about to wake up, so he stretched out his hand and wiped it on the other party's nose.

I slept to death.

"The effect of this medicine is not bad." Weighing nine pounds, he put the medicine bottle back in his pocket and searched out a lot of good things from the service station of the inspection committee.

The little guy slept to death, so it was convenient to weigh nine pounds, and the first thing was to be able to see his appearance clearly.

Well...... It can't be washed in vain.

After the mud on the body is washed, the exposed skin is the same as other people who have been blackened and mutated, and the skin on the whole body appears a black hardened value layer, which is almost very different from the soft and tender of ordinary people.

Only the small face still looks more like a person, and the facial ulcers are more serious, because the skin has not hardened, and the infection is serious after being soaked in the mud for a long time, and the red spots and sores are all over the place.

Weighing nine pounds, he lifted the frame, "It's all for science." As he spoke, he looked at the little guy from head to toe, chest and back.

It was confirmed that it was a little girl.

My eyes lingered on the center of the brain for a while, and I wanted to know if there were atrophy and hardening stones in the brain, but unfortunately I had to give up temporarily without the instrument.

She took a piece of clothing from her backpack and put it on, nodding her head in satisfaction.

"Are you sure she is suitable for wearing?"

A few minutes later, the little girl who woke up and found that there was someone in front of her, and her first reaction was to jump into the mire.

As a result, he was stretched out by the weight of nine catties and directly grabbed the collar of his clothes, pulled back, and the villain was directly lifted back, and said to the dead guide in his heart: "Look, isn't it very appropriate?" ”

The dead guide "......" was misunderstood by her.

The little girl's red eyes stared vigilantly at the weight of nine catties.

"Hungry, aren't you?"

Weighing nine catties and passing over the roasted corn, the specialty corn of Yanmu Forest, each one is only the thickness of the thumb, the particles are full, and the roasted and eaten directly is the outer particles are fragrant and glutinous, the inner core is crisp and sweet, and the taste is excellent.

"Eat."

The little girl looked at the corn weighing nine pounds and then at the corn on the fire rack, the aroma kept drilling into her nose, and her stomach rang twice in response to the situation.

Even though she longed to swallow her saliva, the little girl still didn't reach for it.

Vigilance is very high.

Weighing nine pounds is not surprising to this, and a lot of things can be pieced together from the mutilated memory pictures of several melanistic mutant patients she has received these days.

From time to time, the Inspector and the Witcher would come to the Northern Regions to hunt carrion pigs, and food trapping was the most common method.

There are a lot of rotten pigs in the War of Atonement, and they were all captured from here, in fact, there were no villages in this area for decades, but there was still a steady stream of rotten pigs being transported to the inspection council, which is quite suspicious when you think about it now.

People don't jump out of the stone out of thin air, it may be the next generation that is naturally bred after the blackening mutation or someone can be made in captivity, and the possibility of the former is relatively small if it weighs nine catties.

It's not that there is a kind of reproductive discrimination, but according to the observation of a few days ago, the important organs that need to be used to give birth to a child have shrunk, and you can't see the difference between having and not if you don't look carefully, and the organs in the female body are also atrophied, unless there is a fundamental change in the way of reproduction, otherwise there is no way to give birth, and it is not scientific.

However, individual differences cannot be ruled out, and the possibility of being able to give birth still exists.

Seeing that the little girl did not move, she did not persuade her, so she took a piece of corn from the hot stone and ate it directly.

The little girl has been vigilantly observing, and after a while, she grabbed a piece of corn and sniffed it, carefully took a small bite, and after confirming that there was no danger, she solved most of the pot of corn shoots like a whirlwind of three times and five divided by two.

"Roar—"

The little girl who was eating suddenly arched her body and roared, her red eyes revealing a trace of blood.

What do you mean, turning your face before you finish eating?