Chu Fan held the steel knife in his hand, watching the strong man's blood flow all over the place without struggling, before he relaxed and slowly sat on the ground.

At this time, he only felt that it was very difficult to breathe, and every inhale and exhalation was accompanied by severe pain.

The first bullet avoided the heart and left only a flesh wound, but the second bullet should have hurt the lungs.

After sitting for two hours, the hot sensation in my lungs finally disappeared and my breathing became smoother.

Phew.

Spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and there were even fine internal organ debris mixed in it, Chu Fan didn't want to look at it anymore, and stood up weakly.

Picking up the rifle on the ground, pulling open the bolt, there were three more bullets in it, and ten more rounds were turned out of the corpse, and there were a dozen gold coins and a few silver coins in the pocket of his jacket.

Chu Fan laughed, this is not a small number in the wilderness, an ordinary first-level core is only about twenty gold coins, and there is no need to worry about staying hungry in the wilderness in a short time.

There was also a small badge carved out of the corpse, which was engraved with a bullet, which should be the badge of the bullet dealership, and it was of little use to him.

When nothing else was found, a pit was dug and the body was buried along with the medal.

After burying it, Chu Fan sweated profusely, and felt hungry again, he suddenly found that every time he was injured and healed, he would be very hungry.

Look at the sky, there really can't be any more delay now, the wilderness is far more dangerous at night than during the day.

Wipe the blood off your body, pick up your backpack and see a hole in it.

Chu Fan hurriedly opened the zipper to see if the mutant head inside had been damaged.

I grabbed the hair inside and pulled it up to take a look, and I was relieved a lot, and it was not eye-catching.

But turning to the front, Chu Fan couldn't help but smile and found that there were two missing teeth, and the originally scary head was immediately much more funny.

Looking at the sand used to gag the mouth on the skull, it was almost vomited, so I quickly grabbed a handful of soil from the ground and continued to block it, this thing is too annoying to spit.

Chu Fan put his head in his backpack, carried it behind his back with his rifle, picked up the steel knife and continued on the road.

Nothing to say all the way.

By the time Chu Fan successfully arrived at the town where the bullet trading house was located, it was already night, and the gate had already been closed.

The guards on the wall charged him a gold coin to let him in, and each person needed a copper plate during the day.

Chu Fan was still in pain after entering the door, but he was immediately shocked by the prosperous scene in front of him.

The streets are bustling with people, and there are twenty or thirty brightly lit shops on both sides.

It actually gave him the feeling of coming to a civilized world, harmonious and not like a town in the wilderness.

Compared to here, Shatuo Town can only be regarded as a small village.

Chu Fan walked through the crowd, avoided the women who stood on the street who were messing around with him~, came to a double-storey hotel, opened a room and lived in.

The rooms here are obviously much more comfortable than the ones I've stayed in before, at least they have beds, and the walls are solid bricks, at the cost of which has risen from one silver coin to three per night.

"Little brother, your meal is here." Hearing the knock on the door, Chu Fan went over to open the door, followed by a big white leg behind the plate.

An eldest sister with heavy makeup was about to squeeze in sideways, but he stuffed two silver coins and pressed her big breasts~ and pushed it out, and the eldest sister stomped her feet outside the door for a while before walking away unwillingly.

Chu Fan glanced at the amount of food, needless to say, it was still not enough, and he didn't know how much money he would need if he was full now.

With food stuffed in his mouth, he looked through the window at the lively scene on the street.

People have been in a quiet environment for a long time, and they really need to be lively.

On the way to the hotel, Chu Fan saw several shops selling weapons and enhancement supplies, although he had thirteen gold coins in his hand, he didn't have enough, so he didn't go in.

I hope the contents of the backpack will sell for a good price tomorrow.

Chu Fan fell asleep soon after eating, although the wounds on his body were healed, he still had a dull pain, and resting more could make him get better faster.

When he got up the next morning, Chu Fan didn't ask anyone, and he walked around and found the bullet trading house with the best location on this street~ The trading house has a total of three floors, but it is already the tallest building here.

The entrance of the trading house was very lively, many trolleys were parked at the door, and a few people with badges pinned to their chests kept registering, and then the goods on the carts were pushed into the gate next to them.

Chu Fan was originally hesitant to bring a rifle to hide before entering, so as not to be found out that he had obtained it from a merchant.

But when I came to the street, I realized that my thoughts were superfluous, and the guns that could be used on the street were rifles on five or six of the ten.

The durable characteristics of this gun are obviously more popular than the earthy repeating rifles that are easy to jam.

After having no scruples, he bypassed the crowd and walked into the door, the interior decoration was not very good, there were two areas on the first floor, one said that there were more than a dozen windows under the bulk commodities, and there were many people lined up at this time, and the other said valuables, which was a room with an iron fence.

Chu Fan walked to the fence and knocked on the door.

"Come in" sat an old man with his head up.

Push the door in

"Close the door and put something on the table," the old man continued to write.

Chu Fan was a little disappointed when he saw the other party's attitude, hesitated for a moment and took out the core wrapped in cloth from his pocket, found what the other party said and put it on the table.

The reason why he didn't use his small box was because he was afraid that being recognized would cause trouble, so that although he would lose the energy in his core for a long time, it was still not a big problem in a short time.

The old man finally raised his head, a pair of thick eyes hanging from his nose.

Seeing the small cloth bag on the table, the old man showed an expression of lack of interest on his face, and muttered in his heart that it must be another poor ghost who has come to sell things.

"We're not a pawnshop here, don't even think about redeeming it if you sell it." The old man said impatiently.

"What?" Chu Fan was a little confused about what the other party meant for a while.

"Oh, core, that's okay, count you twenty gold coins, huh? Wrong. The old man saw that the core's face had softened a little, and then he was a little surprised.

"Wait a minute." The old man got up and walked to a small cabinet, took out a palm-sized instrument from it, and after returning to his seat, he took out ~ a pair of white gloves, and gently pinched the core and put it into the small groove in the instrument.

Looking at the pointer on the instrument from one, it slowly jumped to three, "Yes, young man, this is the mutation core, the mutation core is a good thing to hit the bottleneck, are you really going to sell it?"

"Yes," Chu Fan said lightly.

He originally considered whether to give this core to Leng Momo to repay the other party for saving his life.

But when she thought of the risk of absorbing the mutation core, she decided to sell it first and buy an ordinary one that was easy to absorb and give it to her.