"Oh, and the corpses of dark creatures can still be sold for money?"

Yang Beibing was shocked by Ye Feng just now, and this question that lacked common sense finally made him regain his confidence.

That's right, buddy can't beat you, but buddy knows more than you.

There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry. In the future, there will be such a division of labor, you are responsible for fighting and killing, and buddy is responsible for taking care of business.

Yes, I used to call it a broker.

Facing the shiny cash cow, Yang Beibing was extremely patient, and said with a smile: "The flesh of dark creatures is poisonous and can't be sold for money. There are two main valuables, one is black mystine and the other is polio. ”

He climbed into the car and took out his satchel, laid out the contents one by one, picked out a scalpel and a box of syringes and handed them to Ye Feng.

"Old Ye, take a hand. My hand is broken, I can't touch their blood, I'll tell you how. ”

Ye Feng understood that his caution was not superfluous.

Humanity has undergone a brutal elimination in the Resident Evil, and the survivors who survive have a certain degree of immunity to the virus through the injection of antibodies. However, if you let the virus enter the bloodstream, it will still be a dead end.

Dark creatures are not poisonous like zombies, and their viruses are all concentrated in the blood. In the process of host evolution, the virus mutates synchronously, and the more advanced the dark creature, the more dangerous and infectious the virus in the blood.

Once an open wound is stained with the blood of the Dark Lord, even the Hardener will not be spared.

Ye Feng took the scalpel and looked at it in his hand, it should be special, the style and material are different from ordinary scalpels.

"Pretty professional, do this?"

"It's not easy to make a living, this life is dangerous, and the money is fast. In the future, we will work together, how about splitting the account in five or five? ”

"Okay."

Ye Feng is not hypocritical, anyway, he has to inquire about the news along the way, and it is good to kill a few dark creatures by the way to earn some extra money.

"I'll practice my hands first, or should I start with that dark warrior?"

"It's best that way, and it's not a pity to break it."

Yang Beibing briefly explained the precautions, mainly to prevent damage, and poor condition will affect the selling price.

Ye Feng picked up the head of a dark warrior and, following his instructions, pulled a hard object off the back of his head.

The shape is very special, with an octahedral appearance, about the size of a mahjong tile.

Ye Feng wiped the blood stain off the surface and shone it in the sun. The luster is dark like dyed ink, and it has a certain degree of translucency, so it is no wonder that it is called black crystal.

There is a warm touch in the palm of the hand, which seems to contain some kind of pure energy.

"It should be this, give!"

Yang Beibing picked up the black crystal with tweezers, and carefully wiped it with cotton dipped in alcohol before carefully putting it into a metal box covered with shock-absorbing materials.

Ye Feng took out a syringe: "How to draw the gray liquid?" ”

"Vertical puncture between the third and fourth vertebrae, only two milliliters are drawn, and the latter ones are not."

Yang Beibing did not forget to advise: "Before smoking, cut the skin and flesh and clean the surroundings first." Don't get the needle in blood, it's useless if the virus is contaminated. ”

This is the water mill, and Ye Feng has been busy for almost half an hour.

The process went well, but the only regret was that the dark lord's crystal was split in half by that sword.

Yang Beibing fiddled with the fragments and sighed: "I can only sell it at six discounts, this is a blue crystal, there is no market, and at least four hundred green coins will be lost." ”

Ye Feng was also stunned when he heard it, this is three months' salary gone?

"Forget it, Lao Yang, the loss is mine."

"What are you talking about, if it weren't for you today, buddy would have hung up. Let's go, when you get to Luoyang City, I'll invite you to drink. ”

"Okay, I'll go check on the car."

Now that his strength has been revealed, Ye Feng will not hide it. With a gentle push, the Cadillac was turned right, and he got into the car and tried to ignite and drove more than ten meters, and the engine was fine, but the axle was crooked.

It can only be done, and there are all cars as far as the eye can see, and this is the only one that can be driven.

Yang Beibing unloaded the mecha, and there were several serious deformations, and it couldn't be fixed when packing, so he had to pull out some grass and fill it in.

The car was driving on the road, except for the sound of the sound, it was ringing everywhere.

The mecha heard a particularly loud clatter above his head, and Yang Beibing was a little embarrassed: "Old Ye, why don't I open it for a while." ”

Ye Feng was indeed a little irritable: "Okay, change me when you're tired." ”

The car seemed to stop in a daze halfway: "Lao Yang, have you arrived at the place?" ”

When I woke up, it was completely dark. I looked at my watch, and it was three o'clock in the morning.

"The car is running out of gas, there are a lot of cars parked here, I'll go down and look for it."

"There are still a few spare barrels of gasoline in the trunk."

"I've found it, it's just a bucket, it's been added, will the others fly out when they overturn?"

Ye Feng was a little speechless: "Forget it, I'll go with you." ”

Refueling on the road is a hassle. There is no need to think about gas stations, the first thing that the general survivor camp does after it is established is to send people to find gas stations to collect fuel. Another way is to scrape together the fuel tank of an abandoned vehicle, and it is all up to luck to find it or not.

They were not very lucky, and after walking five or six kilometers with the flashlight, they found two empty pots, and the gasoline added up to less than ten liters.

"Old Ye, there seems to be a light over there."

"See, there could be someone."

Yang Beibing became excited: "Let's go, let's borrow some oil." ”

The meaning of borrowing is often to borrow and borrow, and not to borrow.

The two turned off their flashlights and lowered their footsteps to cover up. If the light is blind, it is not good to be greeted by a random gun.

It was a row of country houses, faintly discernible in their original outline, and the light came from the second floor of one of the three-story buildings.

The yard didn't look like it was inhabited, and the fence gate was rusty, falling off and falling to the side.

There are three eleven Iveco cars parked outside the door, which look a little old, but you can tell at a glance whether the cars are maintained or not.

The nearby terrain was not suitable for camping, and the people inside were estimated to be just passing by, like them, numbering no less than twenty people.

"It smells of blood."

Ye Feng nodded: "You smell it too." ”

"Click", the sole of the shoe stepped on a bullet casing.

When I turned on the flashlight, there were bullet casings everywhere, yellow and shining. The colors are new, and there must have been a fierce shootout not so long ago.

A Type 95 assault rifle lay on the ground, and a police pistol was not far away.

Such standard weapons were ubiquitous in the Dark Ages, and could not identify their bearers.

"Anyone?"

The voice echoed through the silent night, and he was answered by a low roar.

Two zombies staggered out of the house.

The sword flashed and was divided into four sections.

Ye Feng listened attentively, there was no sound of breathing, and it was estimated that there were no living people inside.

He sighed and stepped into the room.

The smell of blood became stronger, and the dense bullet marks and blood stains everywhere all told the fear and hysterical despair of the people in the room at that time.

The two walked down the stairs to the second floor, and there were a large pile of solid wood fragments at the door, and they could vaguely distinguish that it was once all kinds of mahogany furniture.

"They pushed the furniture down the hallway and tried to stop them from rushing up, only to be easily torn apart."

Ye Feng's judgment was similar to Yang Beibing's: "Yes, they encountered dark creatures. ”

The shocking claw marks on the walls speak for themselves, and the two zombies downstairs don't have such destructive power.

The second floor was also in shambles, with an emergency light falling at the entrance to the balcony.

"Lao Yang, let's go, go to the door and see if there is any gas in those cars."

"Wait."

Yang Beibing picked up a mountaineering bag from his feet. By the light of the flashlight, Ye Feng saw the pattern of a flower printed in the upper left corner.

He had seen this flower in Qinqing's yard, irises, representing the messenger of love.

"What's wrong, Old Yang?"

"Oh no......"