Chapter 179: Stealth
The cart drove slowly into the village, but it didn't get the same welcome as the last time.
The whole village was somewhat quiet, and occasionally a head popped up, and his face was also gloomy, as if he was very tired of the arrival of outsiders.
The soil on the ground is a fertile black color, overgrown with weeds.
Li Tuoshan became more and more confused, but he didn't dare to speak out under inexplicable pressure.
At this time, a voice as thin as a mosquito moaning clearly came into my ears: "The people here are very unwelcoming to outsiders." ”
Li Carrying Mountain followed the prestige, and it turned out to be Lian Yun who shook hands with him before.
Lian Yun secretly grimaced, and saw that his right hand had already removed the fixing plate, and it was almost healed.
"Don't make a sound, it's just a little trick to get the word out. Well, Qi can strengthen our physical body, but at the same time, we can also make the breath we exhale an extension of Qi, and make some delicate operations, which is very interesting. ”
Lian Yun didn't look like he had any trouble, and he also introduced Li Jiashan a little bit about the use of Qi.
Li Tuoshan nodded lightly.
Lian Yun continued: "This village doesn't have a name, but the outside world calls it Heishui Village. Because there is a fruit produced here, the juice is black, and eating one can guarantee that you will not be hungry for a day. ”
Li Tuoshan instantly became a little excited.
"Eh, don't get excited. This mutated fruit tree is very fragile, and these villagers also cherish the fruit tree very much, we once managed to exchange three seeds, but unfortunately we could not cultivate them at all, and they immediately withered when planted in the ground. And it is estimated that the output here can meet the consumption of more than 100 people, and there is no way to expand production. ”
Seeing that Li Tuoshan was still a little excited, Lian Yun suddenly said seriously: "Because of the black fruits here, this village has been attacked by many people since the day it was exposed, including people from the Church of the Last Days, and even those desperate shelters who are desperate to occupy themselves. The land outside, I don't know how many enemies and their own people died, so it was quite xenophobic, and even we couldn't stay for long. You'd better calm down. If you dare to touch their lives, we may not be able to save you! ”
Li Jiashan frowned after hearing this.
The mutation rate of plants after the apocalypse is too high, and they often become sour and smelly after two or three generations, and even secrete toxic substances.
Normal plants produce fruits so that birds and beasts can take their seeds to other places after eating them, but the evolution direction of mutant plants is more independent and autonomous, not much different from animals. have all evolved the ability to eat meat, where do you need to cover your ears and steal the bell to bear the result?
Plants with sweet fruits are often more dangerous because they have evolved into predators themselves.
Therefore, it is very rare for Heishui Village to have a stable grain production.
If you want to study the way to increase production, then with the current conditions of human beings, it will inevitably require a large number of samples to carry out various attempts, and may even make this fragile fruit tree disappear directly, which is obviously a measure that will cause strong resistance from the villagers of Heishui Village, and it is also contrary to the consistent concept of the Tianwu Regiment.
Even if they are unscrupulous, they want to be able to conduct research with more certainty.
If the Waiting Pulse Ones were sure enough, then Blackwater Village would naturally not be worth mentioning compared to the entire human race. And the veiners will not spare their feathers, and are willing to bear the sin of killing to save mankind.
In short, no matter how you look at it, now is not the right time for Li to show his excess curiosity and sense of responsibility.
Li Jiashan nodded silently, and the two ended a small whisper.
Going deep into the village, someone finally came out to greet them.
A rickety old man came out on crutches, and he said enthusiastically: "You are here, do you have anything you need to order?" ”
Kang Liang didn't say too much to greet: "Your village seems to have suffered a lot of losses in the last attack, and it is difficult to maintain the size of the population. So this time, I hope you can take in a group of refugees, okay? ”
The old man's smile froze: "Lord Pulse, this ......"
Kang Liang said: "If there is no special difficulty, I hope you can help these people who have lost their homes. Just like the people of our Celestial Warriors who helped you resist the Church of the Last Dead. ”
As soon as Kang Liang's words came out, he was quite shocked, and the old man's face shrugged down, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.
In the end, the old man sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, since it is the order of the Lord of the Pulse, we will naturally do our best." But ......"
The old man's eyes were cold: "Since these people have entered our village, they hope to follow the rules of the village." ”
"Yes, we will not interfere in your internal affairs." Kang Liang also said decisively.
Each shelter has different rules, some of which may seem unbelievable or even dehumanizing to outsiders, but rules are rules after all, and they are restrictions that a group must place on its members in order to survive for a long time, and no outsiders can ignore them.
Fortunately, the running around of people with pulses has greatly relieved the pressure of people's survival, otherwise the world of easy children and food will not come too quickly.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, regained his smile, and said, "Okay, these people will be taken care of by our village." Inviter ......"
"Captain, it's not the right weather outside!" At this moment, a pulseist suddenly ran into the room from a distance and shouted.
"Calm down!" Kang Liang glared at him: "I'll take a look." ”
Outside, the sky was cloudy, the wind was fierce, and the sand and gravel blowing in the air hit people's faces with pain.
"It's a sandstorm......"
Kang Liang fell into deep thought.
Lian Yun stepped forward and said: "It's difficult for us to travel in this kind of weather......"
Kang Liang turned to the old man on the side and said, "Village chief, you have also seen the situation, it's not that we break the rules, it's that the heavens are really not beautiful." ”
"I ...... Now that you know, let's ask the Pulse Bearers to stay for one night. The old man seemed extremely reluctant to let outsiders stay here for the night, and his face was ugly as if he had diarrhea.
In this way, the group stayed for the time being, and the pulse bearers lived in some simple wooden huts, meditating and holding their breath, quietly waiting for the natural disaster to come.
A group of people were so quiet in the room that it seemed like there were only two or three people.
The sandstorm also arrived, blowing the houses as if they would disintegrate at any moment in a violent wind.
But while everyone was hiding in their houses, a dark shadow melted into the darkness, approaching the center of the village.
Lian Yun opened his eyes and got up to chase him out, but a hand lightly pressed his shoulder, and when he turned his head, it was the elusive Kang Liang.
Kang Liang looked at Lian Yun's eyes, and gently raised his index finger and shushed.
At the center of the village is a three-story tower, which is noticeably higher than the surrounding buildings, and does not sway at all in the wind.
The black shadow hiding in the corner took off the gas mask on his face, which was Li Xiangshan. After all, he still couldn't hold back the restlessness in his heart, and he couldn't wait to see that magical black fruit.
But he looked at the closed tower, and for a moment he couldn't do it.
Even in this weather, Li Tuoshan still found more than three eyeliners in the surrounding houses, whether they opened the windows and braved the wind to ensure the safety of the tower.
Li Xiangshan held his breath and crawled quickly on the ground, like a scorpion without a tail.
In order to practice this kind of stealth kung fu, his back was scraped by barbed wire.
Hiding in the shadow corner of the tower, Li Xiangshan let out a breath of turbidity, knowing that the highlight of this time was coming.