Sixth Wilderness: Death Scars

Human beings are social creatures, so whether they are in a peaceful and prosperous era or a crisis in the last days, they will unconsciously unite together, snuggle up to each other, rely on each other, and struggle to survive, even in the dark wasteland. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The weeds village is not big, nestled at the foot of the mountain and built, using the natural caves at the foot of the mountain and the man-dug caves as dwellings, the periphery is several simple thatched huts, a simple fence made of thick wood, a semicircle surrounds the stone wall at the foot of the mountain, forming a small village, the periphery of the village, the weeds that are used by the monsters to hide are cleared, so that the village is surrounded by an unobstructed view, and these cleared weeds have become the raw materials for the villagers to make fires and cook, such villages are everywhere in the dark wasteland, such as weeds, I don't know when they will be destroyed, but they are born in another place, so they don't even have a name, collectively called - weeds village。

"Guys, there's work to do!"

Su Fan followed behind Miao Wan'er and the others, and just approached the village, at the simple gate, four big men in shabby clothes and listlessly leaning on the log door stake shouted.

"Stop! You can enter the village, pay taxes, silver, clothes, food, daily necessities, you can do whatever you want!"

Wearing a pair of obviously shabby clothes that were obviously inappropriate, the big man stood at the door, his hands folded.

"What? Pay taxes? You're not mistaken, right?"

"Heh, you have to pay taxes for this shabby village, you want to go crazy for money, right?"

"Do you know who we are? Deserted people! Eyes shine! Do you know who you are now?"

Before Miao Wan'er and Ling Ao could speak, Ling Tian, Zhao Faliang, Yang Ming and the others shouted in annoyance, and Ling Tian shouted even more arrogantly

"This is the walker of the Ethereal Sect! This is the genius Ling Ao of the Heavenly Thunder Academy, who has passed the Great Qin National Township Examination and is ranked first-class! You..."

Before Ling Tian finished speaking, the big man at the door immediately interrupted, his voice unusually excited

"Oh, oh, it turns out that it's a big man, okay, okay, then the cost of entering the village is doubled!

"That's right, that's right, aren't you all here for the trial anyway, there are more demonic beasts in the wild, which is more suitable for you! Maybe it won't take long for your trial task to be completed!"

"Yes, yes, our small village and small temple really can't receive you big people. ”

Ling Tian's face turned red and white, he glared angrily, he originally wanted to show off, but he was nakedly ignored, Ling Ao's face was gloomy, whether it was in the Tianlei Academy or elsewhere, he had never been ignored like this, and he was still a desolate man, holding a sword in his right hand and pointing at the four big men, and said coldly

"Desolate, get out of the way! or do you want to try your head and my sword, which is harder!"

"Great, I want to use a hard one, but unfortunately, our brothers still want to try whether your sword is hard or our head is hard!"

The leading man snorted coldly, and violently pulled open the shabby collar, and the three yellow-faced muscles behind him were thin and skinny, revealing his chest, and on his chest were ten traces as black as ink, like saws neatly arranged on his chest, as if to separate his chest.

"Death marks!"

Ling Ao's face changed, and he couldn't help but take a step back, Ling Tian and the others, who were still arrogant just now, looked frightened, and their faces turned pale.

"Come on, come on, rush here, rush here and cut down, I promise to let Uncle Ben die! I just don't know, how many of you daughters can survive!"

Although the leader of the big man had a haggard face, his tone was categorical.

"Death marks?

Su Fan cautiously asked Wang Bei'er with a vigilant face

"You don't even know the death marks, Su Fan, what have you learned in the Tianlei Academy!"

Wang Bei'er looked shocked, glanced at Su Fan incredulously, and replied earnestly

"According to the records of the Medicine Valley, the desolate people and desolate people in the dark wasteland, after being infected by the invasion of desolate qi, their physical fitness and individual strength will be greatly improved, which Su Fan should deeply understand, but desolate qi is a kind of qi that should not exist, and while giving people strength, it also restricts people. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Su Fan with sympathetic eyes and continued

"Just like you, you are infected by the desolate qi and become a desolate person, because the desolate qi enters the body, and the desolate people infected by the desolate gas, because they live in the dark wasteland all the year round, their bodies are infected by the desolate gas, and as time continues to grow and their strength becomes stronger, there will be different numbers of black marks on their chests!"

"These black traces, there are ten in total, from one to ten, and the interesting thing is that it corresponds to the ten levels of our cultivators!"

"However, what we cultivate is Yuan Qi, after the mortal level is tenfold, we can cultivate to the innate level, and above the innate tenfold there is a great perfection level! And after the ten traces of the desolate people, they will explode and die! Whether they are natural or killed, they will explode and die, and the destructive power of exploding and dying is not less than the full force of a congenital first-order cultivator, because the ten traces on the bodies of these desolate people are also called death marks!"

"Su Fan, you also have death marks on your body!"

Su Fan gasped, how unreliable his predecessor was, he didn't even know anything about such an important situation!

"One, two, five, seven, eight, eight death marks!"

"Hey guys, all of you are the sons of heaven of the Great Qin Kingdom of the Kyushu Alliance, porcelain, treasures, and pillars, what about us? We are just desolate people begging for a living in this dark wasteland, weeds on the ground, mud in the soil! worthless stones. ”

In Su Fan's shock, a thin man with an obscene face behind the leading man smiled hehe

"The village tax is not a drop in the bucket for you, are you sure you can use our tiles to touch porcelain, you are cost-effective?"

"Hehe, anyway, the death marks on our bodies have appeared, and sooner or later we will all die, I don't believe that the four of us will explode and die, and none of you will be fine, hehe, the power of our exploding and dying is at least equivalent to the power of the innate first order, it seems that many of you do not have the strength of the innate rank. ”

"That's right, that's right, pull one is enough, kill two to earn one, and before you die, you can have a cultivator from the Great Qin Kingdom to accompany you to the funeral, no matter how you count it!"

"That's what you're talking about. ”

The cynicism of the four made Ling Ao's face change constantly, and the long sword in his hand couldn't help but slash it several times. Arrogant, it's too arrogant, these few wastelands are simply naked robberies.

"We will pay the village tax!"

Ethereal Wan'er's face was indifferent, and her voice was as flat as water, like a cool spring water that diluted the anger and grievances of Ling Ao and the others, and a few taels of silver were immediately thrown out and fell into the hands of the leading man.

"Refreshing, refreshing, worthy of being a walker of the Ethereal Sect, big man, please ,,,"

Weighing the weight and amount of the silver in his hand, the face of the leading man immediately changed, his eyebrows smiled, he nodded, where was there still a little arrogant appearance, lowered his head, but did not look at the ethereal Wan'er's stunning face.

"Sure enough, no matter in that era, it's true, the soft ones are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal ones are afraid of dying! Threaten to rob with death marks, and if you don't agree, you will die together, you cattle!"

The big people have the way of life of the big people, the little people have the survival methods of the little people, there is a way for dragons to have dragon roads, and rats have ways for rats, under the harsh pressure of survival, even death marks can be developed to make Su Fan sigh, and suddenly heard the voice of Ling Ao's resentment

"Don't blame us for not reminding you, this kid is a desolate!"

Ling Ao and the others, who were showing their might in the vine cannibal tree, felt extremely aggrieved, they were actually threatened, they were still just desolate, but they could see the bright death marks on the other party's chest, only the fivefold strength of the mortal rank, he swallowed his saliva violently, and felt that he did not have the ability to self-detonate, and his eyes suddenly saw Su Fan, who had been following behind him, and immediately became angry.

"What!?!

The faces of the four Death Scars immediately changed greatly, their eyes showed a fierce light, and they looked at Su Fan with horror and deep vigilance.

"You can enter, but, desolate, you are not allowed to enter the village!"

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, anyway, he's not with us, Ethereal Fairy, Senior Brother Ling, let's go in! Su Fan, you can enjoy the fun of the Dark Wasteland, anyway, you won't be able to enter the Great Qin Country for the rest of your life, get used to the Dark Wasteland as soon as possible, this is all for your good." ”

Very good, very good, one desolate man, four desolate people, just let you eat the dog by yourself, suddenly, Ling Ao and the others were in a better mood, Miao Wan'er frowned slightly, and then walked towards the village, and everyone followed.

"Why?"

The backs of the ethereal Wan'er and the others gradually disappeared behind the fence, and as the sun set, Su Fan didn't have time to settle down in another village.

"Why? Ha, you ask why? You desolate people are the last thing you should be alive!"

The obscene-looking man became angry and let out a hysterical roar

"Before you became a desolate man, you lived a rich life in the Kyushu Alliance, with thousands of miles of fertile land, sheltered houses, advanced martial arts, and hunting demonic beasts!

"We desolate people are humble, cursed with death marks, and don't live long, but at least we can explode ourselves in a place where there are no people or die with the monsters! And what about you desolate people? Ten death marks, not to explode and die, but to go mad, crazy! You will deny your relatives and kill innocents indiscriminately, unless you are killed or die of exhaustion, otherwise, you will kill any living creature in front of you!"

"Oh, I don't know how many people destroy the village every year because of your desolate people's madness! Desolate people, even if we die, we won't let you harm our village! Our village, if it weren't for the desolate people, our village wouldn't be down to this point!

"Get out, get out!

The four people guarding the door were bloodied, angry, they looked like they couldn't eat meat and bed, they hated it, and the leading man was even a tiger pounced on Su Fan

"If you don't go, Lao Tzu will fight for you, and you will die together!!"