The road is walking, but in fact it is not far from the so-called camp.

Zhao Qian looked at the woman leading the way in front of her, she was dragging the leopard's corpse skillfully with one hand, and with the other hand, she took out a can he gave her from her coat pocket and looked at it carefully.

It's indescribably happy, and even the steps under this guy's feet are a little brisker.

"I can't imagine that you really exist, and even the most powerful Lauren is not sure if you are real, or if you are a joke left by your predecessors."

The woman "Siri Straddle" said a lot of words that didn't match the preamble.

Zhao Qian followed behind and listened, but she could still hear a lot of things from these scattered things, such as that she took the initiative to ask to leave the hunting team and rush here. In other words, the hunting team's prey distribution today is nothing but the leopard she hunted.

But there is still a kind of irrepressible in this woman's words, just like the joy of making a fortune in the mouth of ordinary people.

Along the way, Zhao Qian can also clearly find that there are fewer and fewer traces of animal activities in this area. And the further you go, the harder it becomes to see the movement of the creatures.

A road that grew wider and wider beneath his feet, and as he watched, it was evident that it had been trodden out day after day.

A thin stream of water sounded in my ears.

The woman in front of her, with the bow on her back, was still laughing at herself.

Yes, in Zhao Qian's eyes, this guy is simply happy and inexplicably happy for himself.

"By the way, outsider, my name is Jasmine, what's your name?"

The woman asked, her figure probably because of long-term exercise, so it looked extraordinarily slender. If you put it in the real world, she is also a sought-after sports beauty.

"Tom Lee."

The conversation became more and more boring, from the beginning of which the woman would ask a few questions, and finally it would be close to silence.

Only the muffled sound of the prey being dragged could be heard on the side of the road.

Zhao Qian looked at the back in front of her, to be precise, at the bow on her back.

The bow is white, which looks like the bones of some kind of beast, while the bowstring is a dull animal tendon, which is very elastic.

It's very special, compared to other bows made of good wood.

Walked a little further, crossing a stream that was not very wide, and in front of it there were no such lush trees or fern bushes.

Suddenly it became enlightened.

There was some unknown crop growing on the ground, and occasionally a few barking sounds could be heard from a nearby building made of wood and cloth, somewhat like a canine beast.

"Jasmine, you're back."

A woman dressed in somewhat washed white clothes asked, drying the fur of an unknown beast. Behind her is a somewhat tent-like building.

"Well, Aunt Morse, Uncle Logan, they're still in the woods."

As if seeing the woman drying her fur notice the Asian behind her, Jasmine continued.

"This is the outsider I found, Tom Lee."

A hint of surprise flashed in Moss's eyes, and he looked the stranger in front of him up and down before he was busy with what he was holding.

Zhao Qian followed behind, looking at this place, which was a bit like a poor village.

Or rather, it's even a little more broken than in the countryside. At least not in a tent like this.

The village is surrounded by stout wooden stakes that mark the extent of the village, or more like it is defending against an attack by something.

Walking forward, Jasmine greeted passers-by from time to time, introducing someone. It wasn't until she brought the outsider in front of her to a tent in the center of the village that was larger than the others, that she stopped, and put her prey on the ground.

"Wait a minute, I'll go talk to Lauren."

The cautious woman glanced at the outsiders who were still looking around, and cautiously walked into the large tent in front of her.

Zhao Qian stood at the door and watched, to be honest, this piece of things in front of him was more like the product of the combination of primitive and modern.

The tents, for example, looked like they were made of soldiers' uniforms or some kind of tarp.

Moreover, many things in the hands of the busy villagers met along the way can also be seen that many of them are products of modern craft assembly lines.

"Let's go inside."

Jasmine said as she stood at the door of the tent, interrupting Zhao Qian's musings.

He looked at the woman in front of him, and to be honest, he was still a little dizzy from all this in front of him.

But after taking a deep breath and thinking about the side quest he received, Zhao Qian still walked in, and for now, it would not be wrong for him to still need the help of someone familiar with this area.

Very wide.

This was Zhao Qian's reaction when he saw the space in the tent in front of him, at least it was much wider than he imagined.

A wooden table, a rocking chair, and a simple fire pit are all there is to it.

He looked at the person sitting in the rocking chair, an old man who was a little old to be exact.

"God forbid, finally, someone is here again."

The old man lying in the rocking chair had a cross on his chest, and his eyes lit up when he looked at the young man's outfit in front of him, and his eyes shone as if he was remembering something extraordinary.

"Hello."

Zhao Qian looked at the white old man in front of him and said. The man's movements were a little excited, and even the movement of the wooden pipe in his hand was a little bigger.

"Hua-Xia-Ren?"

The old man named Lauren asked, and Zhao Qian nodded, which was considered confirmation.

"Young man, you should be glad I'm not a Southerner."

The old man babbled about the knowledge he remembered that only the young man in front of him could understand. What the conservatism of the Southerners and the disgust with the barbarism of the slave-holding people.

"You came in from the outside, too?"

Zhao Qian asked, taking advantage of the old man's emotional excitement.

This kind of knowingly asked question did not arouse much disgust among the old man, who had not spoken to anyone who really understood him for many years.

"Captain of the 54th District Special Operations Team, with the rank of captain. God bless America. ”

Lauren continued, looking at the visitor in front of him who had been civilized for many years, and from time to time he asked questions similar to whether the United States was the number one in the world.

Zhao Qian also said a little vaguely, after all, he is not really the aboriginal of this world.

He was just mixing in some things about Skynet's destruction of the world according to some history of the real world, which made the old man's eyes turn red and sigh.

"Those bastards, I've long thought there was something wrong with the project supported by the Security Bureau, but Liszt's corpse guys just want to beat us down......"

The old man said, answering some simple questions from the native in front of him.

The sky outside was getting darker and darker, and finally it was completely dark.

Zhao Qian looked up, and he knew from Lauren's mouth that the situation here was actually similar to the outside world, there was day and darkness, but it was much more dangerous.

The two chatted, and the fire in the tent was ignited by Jasmine at some point.

Not long after the fire was lit in the village, there was a burst of cheers, and it turned out that the hunting party had returned, and it seemed that another outsider had returned.

Zhao Qian didn't look at it, just sat in the old man's tent and waited, listening to the story of this old guy over the years and the customs of this exotic land.

Until some time later, a man walked in.

He squinted, blonde hair glistening in the firelight.

An acquaintance.

Lily Yester. (To be continued.) )