Chapter 17 Before the Mine
There were actually a lot of colorful big birds in the sky, but these big birds flying above the top of the jungle didn't dare to launch any attack on this Wang Yonghao, who was obviously bigger than them.
When Wang Yonghao landed on this high gangue mountain, these big birds that originally inhabited nearby did not dare to fall.
Maybe these birds regarded Wang Yonghao as a more ferocious kind of big bird, and they all hid away when they saw him.
And Wang Yonghao listened to him say what molten fragments he said, which suddenly aroused the memories that he had forgotten after playing this game.
He just remembered being able to enter the outpost through the ancient ruins that would inevitably exist on this planet, that is, the place where he could find people to repair the ship.
But he forgot exactly how he got there.
Hearing what this man said, he remembered that if he wanted to teleport through the console of the ancient ruins, he would have to activate it with a red hedron like Cthulhu.
Obviously, this hedron is a molten fragment.
"Hello, I'm Jacob White!"
Wang Yonghao jumped off the gangue mountain more than 30 meters high and greeted the white man who had always sat on the folding metal chair by the campfire.
However, this guy didn't have any idea of introducing himself to Wang Yonghao, and just kicked the stool opposite him.
"Sit!"
Wang Yonghao was not polite when he saw this posture, and sat directly on the opposite side.
But this guy baked the bonfire with his hands and said, "I don't need to introduce your name, I come and go here every day, and not everyone can be remembered for each other." ”
Wang Yonghao nodded and smiled, as if he understood why this guy was laughing so meaninglessly.
Because he doesn't care who Wang Yonghao is or what he wants to do, all this has nothing to do with him, he is just living his own life.
Wang Yonghao hit this temporary camp, a bonfire, two temporary military green canvas tents for rest, and several wooden boxes and iron boxes stacked together.
Seeing that Wang Yonghao was looking around, this guy spoke again: "There are two tents here, one is mine, and the other belongs to an unlucky guy who went to the mine before and never came up, you can live there."
Also, this pile of boxes is not mine, and the contents have nothing to do with me, you can choose to use or take them. ”
Seeing that this guy is so free and easy, he simply let go of his restraint and went directly to check those wooden boxes, because he was sure that there must be something in the boxes, and that's the case in the game.
Wang Yonghao rummaged through the box here, and the guy sitting on the fire continued: "This was originally a very prosperous mining area, but now the mining area has been abandoned, leaving only the bones of adventurers and countless monsters. ”
"How?"
"There are always people who come to take risks and want to get their hands on the molten fragments, but this place is completely overrun by monsters, and it takes courage and determination to go down."
This indifferent guy explained to Wang Yonghao, who was carrying a big sword on his back: "But I don't mind if you take all the things in the box, but if you really want to go down, you can choose to put the extra equipment on your body here, isn't it better to drive lightly." ”
Wang Yonghao glanced back, this tent was still new, and then looked at some bandages, silver ingots, pixel blocks and the like found in this box.
He immediately understood, what the hell was this guy sitting here roasting the fire doing?
This guy is here to watch the crates, and there are always adventurers who want to get their hands on the molten fragments going down to this mine.
Then either because he was not strong enough to be killed by a monster, or because he got lost and couldn't get up again, he was responsible for persuading people to leave things in these boxes, and he was responsible for helping people watch them.
Then, after the man had not come up for a long time to be sure that he was dead, he took these things for himself.
And the very new tent may indicate that someone has just gone down in the past day or two, because the dust on the tent is not thick, and the contents stored in the metal box on top of the broken wood box are also very new.
The co-author is that before this guy has time to confirm whether the person below is dead, and he hasn't had time to collect the things in the box, Wang Yonghao came.
In this way, Wang Yonghao, who already has a game mentality and the purpose of obtaining the game background, has his own plans.
He quietly closed the metal box, smiled, and walked over to this guy!
"You're right, I do have some burdens that need to be put down, can you help me take care of my kitten?"
"Meow ......"
Xiao Yingshort also cooperated with the cute scream.
Then he jumped from Wang Yonghao's feet and jumped on the knee of the sitting white man.
The kitten seemed to be accustomed to the warmth of the campfire, and as if no one was around, the red-haired white man twisted on his knees and crossed over and closed his eyes.
This guy obviously didn't think about the harm this kitten could do to him, so he nodded after watching Wang Yonghao give up the metal box to the side.
What he didn't know was that his promise came at a price.
paid the price of his own life, just wanted to be greedy for the little money on Wang Yonghao's body, I don't know if it was worth it.
In fact, this kind of storage behavior, he is not able to deceive people every time.
He deliberately pretended not to know each other here, and his behavior was not always good, and there were many people who went down to explore without bringing too many useless things, just saying hello to him and going down.
Like Wang Yonghao, he brought his belongings, pets, and food...... Not much.
Watching Wang Yonghao put the things in his backpack one by one, the red-haired white man became more and more excited and happy.
Happy, he kept stroking Xiao Ying's blue-gray soft fur with his hand, and Xiao Yingshort also seemed to be very comfortable twisting her body, making a meow meow.
And when Wang Yonghao stored everything and walked to the entrance of the pit after the campfire with only the flashlight and giant sword brought from the ship's cabinet, Xiao Yingxiao stood up.
Wang Yonghao walked up to the seated man with his sword, and the British Shorthair stood up from the seated man's lap, his front paws just reaching his chin.
"That's right......"
Wang Yonghao suddenly turned around and looked at the white man sitting beside him.
And this guy was playing with Xiaoying's short head with his hands, playing with the kitten, listening to Wang Yonghao's conversation, and suddenly asked: "Eh, what?" ”
Wang Yonghao smiled and said, "My cat has just been trimmed, be careful, the claws are very sharp!" ”
"Well, it's okay...... Forehead! Hehe......"
This guy originally replied casually, thinking how sharp a kitten's paws can go, at most leaving some scratches on the body surface, just pay attention!
However, his thoughts were only in thoughts, and just as he was halfway through his words, and just as he was all right, the kitten's paws had already scratched his throat.
His throat, blood vessels, and trachea were all severed, blood poured into his trachea, and the tearing of his vocal cords made him only make a sound in his throat.
He gripped his throat with both hands, trying to stop the bleeding, but to no avail.
His legs kicked in vain, and he collapsed on the back of the metal folding chair.
The constant twitching limbs were his last vital signs, and his eyes rolled upward, staring at Wang Yonghao in a daze.
This greedy little cheap guy can't figure out how Wang Yonghao, a kitten who has just trimmed his nails, could cut his throat!
However, if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't have a chance to think about it anymore.
Soon, due to massive blood loss, blood poured into the lungs, causing a blood clot to form in the trachea, blocking breathing, and he died of suffocation before dying of excessive blood loss.
Wang Yonghao rummaged over this guy and actually turned out a lot of things from him.
"What a bumper harvest!"