A low-level wisdom stone, that is, the black stone in the hand of the torture blade. Ten tranquilizers can be crafted. These ten tranquilizers can make an adult work for ten months and create at least ten thousand dollars in value.

The standard price for the bank to buy from the hunter is fifty dollars.

The so-called twenty yuan alliance coin that the young man gave to the torture blade just now was only a face value of ten yuan.

On the street corner in the city, the torture blade squatted on the ground, looking at the two thin slices of bread in his hand, and he didn't understand.

Last time, he changed four slices of bread to the junior Zhishi, but this time, why did it become two?

Fifty yuan can completely make Torture Blade eat a big meal with meat.

But because the torture blade is a cheap species, it is illiterate. After exploitation by bank clerks, plus exploitation by bakeries. In the end, all that came to him were two slices of bread worth a dollar.

Tortureblade didn't know what was going on in the shadows. Gobbling down two slices of bread, only to find that it made the empty stomach even hungrier.

Gollum...

Tortureblade's stomach at this time was like an abyss beast that had just been lured by delicious food and woke up from its slumber.

A huge hunger pang swept through Torture Blade's nerves, and the tortured Torture Blade's eyes were faintly red, even the scar on the left side of his face.

"I'm so hungry, do you want to eat people?" Tortureblade set his eyes on a human hurrying past him.

"The last time you ate people seems like three years ago? Or five years ago? Tortureblade thought to himself, a little confused.

"There's no way, although human flesh is not delicious, at least it won't let me starve to death." Torture Blade thought, the white, green-striped bracer on his left arm slowly glowing.

This bracer is the spirit of the torture blade. It was given to him by the old hunter.

Just when Torture Blade was about to launch the Spirit Sword, intending to catch a person to eat. A hand with a special aroma reached out.

Torture Blade turned his head to look and saw that there were two white steamed buns on the slender white hand.

The torture blade didn't say a word, and took the steamed bun and devoured it for a while.

The owner of the hand was a beautiful woman wearing a sunhat and a white robe.

Under the woman's hat, she has a pair of ocean-blue eyes and a delicate and beautiful face.

The long maroon wavy hair drooped from the hat and was naturally draped behind the woman's slender back.

"Is it enough?" The woman asked, with a soft, virgin-like smile on her face.

Tortureblade shook his head and looked up at her.

When she saw the two horns on the forehead of the torture blade, a trace of disgust flashed in the woman's eyes, and then disappeared in a flash. Then he took five steamed buns from the hands of the attendants behind him and handed them to the torture blade.

Not far away, a group of reporters with microphones and cameras followed behind the woman, constantly reporting on the woman.

"As you can see, the only daughter of the Rhodes family, the kind and holy Frannie Rhodes, is rescuing a breed. I believe that if she can become a member of the House of Lords, she will definitely fight for more benefits for many civilians. Therefore, we want to support such a statesman as holy as the Virgin. ”

Frankie smiled at the torture blade on his head and slowly reached out to touch the black metal horn on the torture blade's forehead.

But the Blade didn't get her way.

The outstretched hand was held by the hand whose blade was still stained with steamed bread dregs.

Frannie's beautiful blue eyes flashed with irritability that bordered on rage. But good control allowed her to control her emotions perfectly.

"This little brother, it's not good to treat your life-saver like this!" Frannie's voice was mature and steady, kind and soft as moonlight.

The face of the torture blade did not change, and even his expression and eyes did not change at all, just like an emotionless robot.

"I will repay you for your kindness. I can promise you one thing," Tortureblade thought for a moment, letting go of Flani's hand.

Frankie ignored the disgusting bastard, because it was her last stop to canvass for votes, and there was still a lot to do.

As Frankie and her entourage and reporters departed, Tortureblade touched his bare skull.

Without thinking too much, Torture Blade walked towards the city gate, once again starting his hunting path.

The location of Sandstone City is very good. On the left is the Po Sa River, which runs through the entire Union and is rich in sand and fish.

On the right is a gravel wasteland, rich in stone.

Three hundred years ago, after this place was discovered by the Alliance Expeditionary Force, it quickly became the fifth satellite city of Apocalypse City.

The Gravel Wasteland is a hilly area. The hills, which stretch for tens of kilometers, have no vegetation at all, except for iron-blue stones, which are left with earthy yellow stones.

Yes, there is nothing here except stones.

Tortureblade strolled cautiously through the wasteland.

This is not suitable for hunting, because this time it is not suitable for hiding. Hunting in the jungle has always been the wisest choice for a hunter - just for the average hunter.

Huhu...

A somewhat rapid wind blew from the north. With grit and gravel blocks, it stings a little in the face.

Sensing this gust of wind, the torture blade quickly released the spirit jian, wrapping his body with a soul image.

Hunters are sensitive to the weather. A hunter like Tortureblade has a good grasp of every detail in nature.

Stopped, Tortureblade looked up at the sky.

At this time, the clouds in the sky like lead cubes seemed to be stirred, constantly churning and spinning.

"It's going to be sunny." Torture Blade said four words.

As soon as the words fell, the churning cloud was like a big cotton ball, and a hole was poked out by a finger.

The dazzling sunlight was like a child's curious gaze, impatiently shining through the hole.

"It's sunny! Hide! In the distance, the leader of a caravan shouted.

In this last days, people are afraid of the sun, including the blade.

It's not because humans have mutated, it's that the sunlight is no longer what it used to be.

1,200 years ago, in order to clean up the disaster of the earth, the Apocalypse Protoss cleaned up the entire earth with a "annihilation strike".

And as a result, it's not just the disaster that hasn't been cleaned up. It also destroyed ninety percent of the entire human race. It even polluted the sun.

Today's sunlight particles are combined with the "annihilation strike" to extinguish ions. After encountering the human body, it quickly breaks down the musculature of the human body.

Tortureblade had seen an ignorant human after exposing his flesh to sunlight. After only ten seconds, all that was left of his body was a pile of scattered bones.

Of course, as long as you don't get directly exposed to sunlight, or activate the spirit canon, and let the soul image cover your body, there is no problem.

But in any case, all human beings today prefer the overwhelming lead cloud.

Weather, while important, is not a decisive issue for a successful hunter.

"Run, everybody! Someone's going crazy! ”

At this moment, the caravan, which had just taken refuge, suddenly let out a chaotic shout.

Tortureblade heard his body lightly jump over the rugged rocks, looking from above.

In the mountain stream, a caravan of about thirty people was completely out of order at this time.

The two merchants in leather armor let out a terrifying twist of their bodies at this time. A large amount of long black hair then grows from his body, covering his entire body.

The already strong body became even stronger.

The eyes, which had been somewhat sane just a moment ago, were now gray and cloudy. The heavy wheezing sound was like the roar of a monster, and it was terrifying.

"Crazy! Madman! Run! A few timid merchants shouted, and then ran out like mad bulls.

But as soon as they ran more than ten meters, they were illuminated by the sun in the sky.

Ahhh

The results are as always. In a heart-rending scream, the men turned into a pile of dry bones.

"Help! Help me! "The people of the caravan were already desperate at this time, and it was the terrifying sunshine that ran out. If you don't run out, you're a madman who can easily tear yourself apart.

The madman, and the thing that the Torture Blade killed before is a species. This existence is the lowest level of existence in the catastrophic sequence.

As we can see now, the madman is transformed by a normal person.

Everyone has a crazy side, which is the bestiality of man.

The bestiality value of a normal person is in the range of 10-20. But the disaster spreads in the air, and after being infected, the animality will grow rapidly.

When the animality of a person reaches 100, the parasitic disaster in the body completely takes over the body, causing people to grow black hair, and at the same time lose all consciousness as a human being, and become crazy.

Humans infected by disasters have no way to cure them, but can only continue to use "tranquilizers" to suppress the growth of their own bestiality.

That's why those at the bottom would rather go hungry than get tranquilizers.

Torture Blade squatted on the edge of the cliff, playing with the white cylindrical thing in his hand, looking at the tragedy that happened below with an expressionless face, without the slightest intention of making a move.

He is a pure man, with revenge and kindness. And if these have nothing to do with him, he has no need to take action.

Just as Tortureblade got up to leave, his eyes were drawn to a man.

The old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, dressed in a well-dressed black robe, and carrying a cane in his hand.

Seeing the madman slaughtering humans, he slowly stood up. Then the wrinkled hand tapped lightly on the crutch in his hand.

Poof!

The two madmen not far away were split in half directly from the middle of their heads.

"Alright, it's quiet now." The old man said with a smile. The three young-looking retinues behind him began to rein in the wounded.

There was still no expression on Torture Blade's face, but the pitch-black pupils in his eyes gradually contracted, and he focused all his energy on the old man. It's like a wolf ready to hunt, looking at its prey.

"He's strong." Tortureblade was a little alarmed.

He was picked up by the old hunter at the age of seven and began to hunt in the wilderness with the old hunter. This instinctive instinct for things is much stronger than that of many beasts.

At the same time, the old man below also felt the wild gaze of the torture blade, turned his head and raised his chin slightly, just in time to see the torture blade squatting on the edge of the cliff.

At the moment of being watched by the old man, the torture blade's body quickly retreated, and then put the cylinder in his hand back on his waist and turned to leave.

"The old hunter said never to make eye contact with your prey. This will only betray the thoughts in your heart. Tortureblade thought, remembering the hoarse but wise voice of the old hunter.

"The relationship between the hunter and the prey is pure, that is, the relationship between killing and being killed. In this relationship, any outpouring of heart is very dangerous. ”

The old man below looked with interest at the already empty cliff edge.

"Interesting, if I hadn't seen it clearly, I would have thought it was a plague dragon." The old man pinched his crutches and smiled.