In the room full of weapons, Tianxiang unexpectedly pulled out a whole box of short knives completely soaked in choking oil. These daggers are quite sharp, although he knows that this kind of thing belongs to metal products, but Tianxiang has never seen it, nor has he heard that there will be such a sharp knife in the world, it is simply sharp and terrifying. When it was taken out of the box, the dagger was as slippery as a loach that had just been fished out of the mud because of the oil on the surface. Tianxiang, who didn't hold it steady for a while, only felt that the slippery hilt suddenly flew out of his hand. Although he didn't hurt himself, when he turned around and saw the "close contact" between the dagger blade and the steel spear lying across the ground, Tianxiang himself was also startled.

He knew how hard the steel spear was. The rebar, which was almost half the thickness of his arm, was found in a ruin. At that time, Tianxiang used a small steel file to saw for several hours before he successfully removed the steel bar covered with spiral protrusions on the surface. Then, in that gloomy crypt, a few rough stones were sharpened for nearly ten solar days, before it was made into a steel spear that was hard and sharp.

However, such a well-crafted weapon was actually smashed open by a small dagger that accidentally fell into a deep and reachable dent. Even if he stood up straight, Tianxiang could clearly see that at the point of contact between the upper end of the spiral steel spear and the edge of the falling dagger, there was a dent that cut into the body of the spear by nearly half a centimeter. The dagger, which caused this, was lying on its side leaning on the hilt. The semi-circular blade at the edge of the knife was like a grinning mouth, as if to mock the poor steel spear, although it was large, it could not withstand the tragic end of its cripple when it collided lightly.

There were a lot of daggers like this in the chest, a hundred in total. This is not a number that Tianxiang slowly counts one by one, but what is written in white on the outside of the green metal box. Tianxiang was almost completely numb to the numbers, only to see him bend down, carefully pick up the dagger from the ground that easily cut the spear body, and look at it carefully, until he confirmed that the accidental blow did not leave any gaps in the blade at all, and then grabbed the old clothes he had just changed into, and carefully wiped off the oil that remained on it. Then, he placed the dagger in a leather sheath that had been taken out of the knife box and clearly belonged to the matching object, and pinned it to a small pocket on the right leg of his trousers, as he was customary.

If anyone suddenly appeared at the door of the curator's room now, they would definitely be shocked by Tianxiang, who was dressed up in a new body. Although he is only seventeen years old, he is obviously much taller than his peers. The suit was made entirely from a standard body shape, and it just matched it. Although the trousers are quite long, because they are shoes and pants, they don't show a trace of bloat at all. On the contrary, the well-proportioned body shape and strong muscles of Tianxiang's upper body are completely highlighted, I believe that if time goes back hundreds of years, it is more than enough to be a star or something with this figure.

The only fly in the ointment is Tianxiang's dirty face that has not been cleaned after the fierce battle with insects and beasts. Compared with clean combat uniforms, it is simply the difference between flowers and green leaves. However, due to the lack of sunlight for a long time, the color of the skin is quite pale, and it can be more or less mixed with the gray-white clothing.

He carried a light and nimble submachine gun around his neck, a P104 full of magazines in the belt around his waist, and as for the bullets, he stuffed all the pockets on his clothes. So much so that it bulged everywhere, and it looked like a toad with slow blisters. Of course, the huge weight of that kind of ammunition also made it almost impossible for the greedy Tianxiang to take a step. In the end, I can only regret to take out a large number of bullets from my pocket little by little to lighten my burden.

However, it is precisely because of this that Tianxiang's mind, which was somewhat carried away by great joy, realized that guns and bullets are indeed good things, but if you just let a pile of terrible heavy equipment crush you to death, it is really too worthwhile. In the end, after weighing left and right, he found that only three fifteen-round pistol magazines and four sixty-round submachine gun magazines were already quite heavy, and for his long-term half-starved and malnourished body, this less than ten kilograms of equipment was quite a lot.

Human greed and lust are probably the greatest demons in the universe that can never be satisfied. It's almost the same, and in half an hour at most, the sun will appear again, and the way home will be somewhat safer. But Tianxiang didn't want to leave this pile of ancient treasures at all, and still excitedly rummaged through the crates. Luckily, he finally found something very good.

An oval-shaped metal object. According to the book, it should be called a "grenade".

There is also a clear record of how to use this kind of thing. It seems to be a powerful weapon that pulls the small tab at the top of it and throws it out in the shortest possible time, using the power of the explosion to damage enemies in a wide area. It's just that Tianxiang's interest in this kind of thing is far less intense than that of guns and bullets. Therefore, just a few of the fist-sized grenades were randomly picked up and put in the pockets of the large box of grenades, and the lid of the box was gently fastened.

It's almost time to go. Tianxiang raised his wrist and looked at the time on the timer. Quite reluctantly, he walked out of the secret room filled with the smell of engine oil. The mechanism on the bookcase is actually very simple, just flick the small black square at the back of "World History", and the six huge bookcases will naturally present the treasures they protect to the trigger of the mechanism. For this reason alone, Tianxiang's luck is too good to be envied.

Close the trap of the chamber and close the door to the curator's room. Tianxiang gently checked the small key in his hand, thought about it for a while, and finally took out a small silver-white necklace from the neckline of the clothes that was close to his body. Twist the clasp at the chain opening and thread the key inside.

This is the key to all his wealth, and he must not lose it. As for the necklace, it is the most precious relic left to him by his dead father. If you put two treasures together, you will also bring some luck to yourself!

The sun had already shown its reddish smiling face in the twilight sky, radiating golden dazzling light from the dense clouds. While dispelling the darkness, it also brings a long-lost warmth to all creatures who are looking forward to light. As if they had seen the most terrifying predators, all the small and small insects in the sun-lit places, except for the occasional few weak ones who liked to crawl around in the vegetation in search of food, the others seemed to have entered hibernation, and they retreated into their dark nests, not even reaching out their tentacles.

Walking out of the library door, Tianxiang happened to be shrouded in a pillar of sunlight that broke through the clouds, and it was a great pleasure to have such a little hard-won warmth on a dark and damp day. Especially for people who have worked for a long time, it is a kind of praise similar to affirmation.

"It's so comfortable!" Tianxiang squinted his eyes and looked at the reddish sun in the sky with emotion, and couldn't help but think of the wonderful environment in which the ancients lived in the book. Alas! I really don't understand why the world has become what it is today!

The warm light shining on the body is really quite pleasant. If I can sleep comfortably at this time, I will be willing to let me live ten years less. However, Tianxiang obviously can't do that. At least not now. After all, Tianrou, who was far away in the city, was still waiting for her to go back. As a young girl, if she didn't have her own support, she would have starved to death sooner or later.

The way home was very easy, although the equipment on his body was a little heavy, but Tianxiang's heart was extremely proud and satisfied. He walked very fast, and he did not want to avoid the so-called "worm paths" on the ground. Bugs have a habit of returning the way they came, so hunters are usually careful to avoid these twisting and twisting "worm paths" when they go out. After all, a weak bug that is lonely can make a delicious lunch. But if you encounter a group of bugs with a terrible number of them, then I am afraid that you should turn yourself into their mouths. You know, there are quite a few insects that like the taste of human flesh.

But Tianxiang is clearly different from others. Far from being afraid, he was looking forward to encountering a tough carnivorous insect. If it had been changed to before, I am afraid that if he was given ten more dares, Tianxiang would never dare to do so. But now? I'm the most powerful weapon of the ancients. If any bug doesn't have eyes, I wouldn't mind using it to try my hand at the gun.

I don't know if it's the insects' natural sense of danger at work, or if the sun is making the insects that don't like the light all shrink back into their nests and sleep. In short, two hours passed, and Tianxiang, who returned along the "worm road" with confidence, did not find anything that could be used to test his new weapon. Although this does save a lot of time, the fanatical mood in the hearts of young people is gradually wearing. In the end, Tianxiang almost wanted to curse the damn sun for why he didn't come out until he went home. It's against me!

Seven hours, this is the action time set by Tianxiang for himself. It's not that the sun has disappeared again at this time, but that the energy in the body is weakened by long-term activity and must be replenished as it should be. So, after carefully observing the surrounding environment, Tianxiang quietly stepped into one of the dilapidated buildings. After simply gathering a pile of nearby things that could be used as fuel, he excitedly took out a piece of charred cotton cloth and two flints from his pocket, and used the sparks generated by the collision to ignite the charred cloth, and ignited a campfire that was not very large, but could emit enough light and temperature.

The suit comes with a detachable backpack, which is now the best container for food and water. The piece of meat cut from the carcass of the insect beast had already been gnawed by him, and although it didn't taste good, it was better than nothing. Tianxiang, who was in a good mood, obviously wanted to taste the taste of fire-roasted insect and beast meat now. I saw him unbutton his backpack, take out the piece of meat that was not too fresh but not rotten, and randomly found a few slender steel bars from the ground to pass through, and set them on the fire that had just been lit and carefully roasted them. After a while, a mouth-watering, thick smell of meat wafted into the cold, damp and musty air nearby.

The tender insect meat was easy to cook, and Tianxiang carefully poked the already browned roast meat with his fingers, and after making sure that it was about the same, he took it off the fire and leaned against the wall with the steel bars sticking out at both ends as fulcrums. He took out a delicate tin can from the secret of his backpack, gently picked up a wisp of white powder from it with two fingers, and carefully sprinkled it on the fragrant piece of meat.

"It's salt, the salt that makes cooked hot food more delicious."

Recalling the little knowledge that his father used to teach him when he was a child, Tianxiang couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head. For my father, although I still have a little impression of it occasionally, as time goes by, I can remember less and less. After all, when my father died, I was too young. It's so small that you can't even remember a lot of things.

The rumbling belly seemed to protest against the injustice of his own treatment. Tianxiang's eyes were once again attracted by the brightly colored barbecue. He had no time to think about it, and hurriedly stuffed the salt shaker into his backpack and put his hands, and then he safely picked up the iron bar of meat from the wall, brought it to his mouth, and chewed it happily.

Wait, what's that sound? Tianxiang, whose mouth was stuffed with fragrant barbecue, clearly heard an inexplicable slight sound. Alert, he immediately put down the meat skewer in his hand, gently grabbed the gun placed beside him, carefully opened the safe, and tiptoed to the stairs at the entrance of the room, leaning sideways against the wall, listening carefully to the source of the strange sound.

"It shouldn't be bugs." Tianxiang said to himself. He couldn't tell why, but the voice didn't make him feel as dangerous as usual, but rather a calm and serenity. There should be nothing wrong with this, and my hunch is never wrong.

Thinking of this, Tianxiang closed his eyes slightly, and gradually released the thinking and perception ability in his brain, exploring the source of inquiry and sound. This is a new skill he learns from a book labeled "Science Fantasy" after killing the insect beast and returning to the library. Originally, he just thought it was interesting, and wanted to try to see if it was really true, but he didn't expect to find that the range of his thoughts and senses could be expanded to a place fifty meters away from his body. As long as you want to, even if you don't overturn their nests, you can sit in a place that your eyes can't see at all, and use your "mind" to see clearly. As for whether this ability is a specific manifestation of the evolution of the human brain, or a superhuman skill brought by imitating the insect brain, he himself does not know at all.

The important thing is that he has this ability and is able to use it.

Right now, he's using the same method to observe the world he can't see outside the house.

A woman! It's actually a woman.

Tianxiang retracted his thoughts in some shock, and subconsciously chewed the roast meat that had been holding it in his mouth. It's not that he doesn't want to eat, but that years of hunting have made him a habit. In the case of any inexplicable abnormality, you must not take the initiative to make a little noise. He didn't want to go from being a hunter to a prey to his opponents.

Women are rare, and women alone are even less common. This is partly because in the hunting world, women themselves are a rare prey. On the other hand, it is because the women who are unwilling to serve as food for the mouths of men have joined together to form independent hunting groups.

Thus, a woman who appears independently on a non-solar day. It's rarer than the rarest of the breeds of bugs.

It was clear that the slight sound was the footsteps of the woman's shoes after they came into contact with the gravel on the ground. Moreover, judging from the direction she moved, the target should be Tianxiang's shelter at this time.

Although a woman was not a threat to herself, Tianxiang still cautiously hugged the gun in her hand. In this world, in order to survive, there is no moral enmity between hunters. In order to obtain a piece of life-sustaining things, it is definitely not a shock for parents to eat their own children.

Although Tianxiang has always been on guard, he is not nervous at all. First, he could clearly see from the edge of the broken window: the woman who came by had no weapon in her hand except for a short knife at her waist. The second is that he absolutely believes in his brain's ability to perceive danger.

Since the subconscious mind tells you that it is safe, then there is absolutely no danger.

(Who is this woman?) You can guess, as for what will happen to him and the protagonist, you can also guess the message you guessed! By the way, after a day, the contribution with a ticket comes out, don't hide it! Socialist public ownership! Hey hey!)