After walking along the dark alleyway for about dozens of minutes, turning seven or eight forks, Qian Ning walked calmly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's almost out of the alley. He coughed with the smell of inferior perfume wafting in the wind, and carried an old paper bag of bread in his hand, which he had picked up halfway through, and contained the corpse of the recently dead yellow-haired rat. After all, it is something that only attracts attention, and there is always a possibility that it will inadvertently cause unnecessary trouble.

With an expressionless face, he took a few more steps forward, rubbed shoulders with a wandering warbler standing outside the alley and looked old, and walked out. In the air, the strange smell peculiar to the slums became noticeably stronger.

The buildings on both sides of the street are obviously less harmonious than the outside, and the strange shapes, coupled with a few flickering lights near and far, make the atmosphere here even more eerie. The smell of tobacco and sweat can be smelled from afar.

Drunken drunkards, junkies, complacent or penniless gamblers, a few fancy arms in vests on the side of the street are leaning against the door of a gambling stall, announcing the administrator of order here.

Walking forward, Qian Ning's hand holding the paper bag tightened, and after his eyes subconsciously swept over a few bald guys who were staring here, he passed by a few supper stalls with some business on the side of the road, and opened the familiar door.

Neatly closing the door, he turned, his gaze instinctively scanning the room, there was no one, and nothing seemed suspicious. It's almost become a habit he has to do in order to survive.

Standing there for a few seconds, Channing placed the paper bag on the ground, lit a kerosene lamp in the corner of the room, and began to crawl through the room. Soon, he retrieved a small bottle of alcohol in a glass bottle from a rotten wood drawer.

Looking at the impure glass bottle in his hand with a twinkle in his eyes, Qian Ning unscrewed the lid and nodded after smelling the pungent smell that rushed into the tip of his nose.

This thing was made by Rael when he used to work in a medicine store, and along with it there are some bruising pills that are not common in the slums, and that guy was originally going to use it for his sister, after all, Lena's current work is not easy, but he didn't expect to be used by himself first.

Expertly plugging the mouth of the glass bottle with his cleaned fingers, he tried to touch the wound that the mouse had just caused with his alcohol-stained fingers.

There was a tingling sensation, and Qian Ning smeared the alcohol on it again as if he didn't realize it. The bleeding from the wound had actually stopped a long time ago, and if he hadn't been afraid of the possible infection of rodent bacteria, he wouldn't have been so troublesome.

He didn't immediately put on his clothes, he lowered his head and put the things he had taken out into the rotten drawer. Turning around, he opened the old paper bag that had been sitting in the corner.

Pulling out the dagger that Lena had used to defend himself from the cupboard, Channing stood still with his clothes dressed, his face staggered with a faint halo of confusion, and he looked at the long-dead rodent in the bag, his expression a little cloudy.

After a few seconds, the survivor took a deep breath and grabbed the dagger, which was still quite sharp.

Under the knife, Qian Ning's dagger tip pressed against the soft belly fur of this thing, slicing open, he tried to pull away the rat corpse, and used the tip of the dagger to search for the cause of his increased energy under the kerosene light.

Nothing, looking at the structure of this thing, it is no different from the squirrels I have fought before, only bigger.

Frowning slightly, he secretly guessed in his heart. "Could it be the thing itself, or the possibility of an increase in the energy gauge when you kill a creature unit? ”

After thinking thoughtfully, Channing quickly shook his head in denial. No, I helped deal with some things that didn't die in the tavern, and it didn't happen. It's only been seen in this creature, and it seems to be a problem with this thing.

A fishy sweet smell filled the air, and the survivor's knife-wielding hand paused, then nodded secretly. This thing is technically game. And the smell on the tip of his nose gave him an instinctive sense of appetite, as if there was some great benefit to eating.

Unmoved. Holding a knife in his hand, he secretly guessed in his heart whether it might be the reason, and his face glanced at it, and finally fixed on the head of this thing. "Now that the abdomen has been examined, let's take a look here. ”

The knife landed on the forehead of the rat's head and slashed open. The edge shook with the texture of the yellow animal's fur, and the whole movement had an indescribable sense of ease. It's like a unique art performance.

Channing lowered the tip of the dagger. With another slash, the tip of his knife slashed lightly across the squirrel's severed neck, revealing the most intact skull of the thing.

It was no different, and after taking a closer look at the inside of the yellow mouse's brain, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. The knife in his hand was forced, and he aimed at a bone gap between the neck of this thing, and he just wanted to get the skull off this thing.

Suddenly, under the light, one of the rodent's teeth caught Channing's attention.

Originally, under the light of this condition, he was almost about to ignore it, but the moment the yellow rat's skull passed from his hand, he still noticed a slight difference from the front of the two pieces.

"Whiter, clearer. Qian Ning twisted the rat tooth, which seemed to be only a little larger than the other tooth, and it was significantly harder to the touch than the same alignment. "It's kind of like the pebbles by the river in my hometown. ”

His eyes flickered, but he was still a little uncertain.

Picking up the rat's head and comparing it carefully under the kerosene lamp, the survivor finally found something like it in the gum of another alignment. It seems that the teeth of this thing are indeed moving in a harder direction.

"But why?" Channing couldn't find a reason, and Rael's memory seemed to be a little lacking in this regard.

The slum boy's access to outside information is quite narrow, and it can even be said that he has an indifferent attitude except for some things related to eating and drinking. This also limits the conjecture of the current survivors of the phenomenon.

At least now I know that I can increase my energy gauge by killing this related thing.

Calmly putting the rat's head down, Channing picked up the dagger, and stripped the fur and internal organs below the rat's head, and cleaned up the thing, which could only be regarded as game. He was going to eat it, and judging by all indications, it should be edible, and there was nothing wrong with that.

He put the fur and the fanged head into a paper bag, and he knocked off the entrails, and made a small basin from the wall of the house, and then filled it with the meat that he had separated and analyzed with a dagger, and poured it into the pot in the corner of the room.

Pour water, start a fire, and add firewood. Quickly cleaning up everything that followed, Channing began to cook the pot of meat that smelled delicious.