Xuanyuan Qingyu and Zhao Feilong stayed in the coach's dung cellar for ten days, and the whole thing was pickled from the inside out. If it weren't for the ventilation in the dung cellar, he would have died of drunkenness.

Ten days later, the outsiders left. The Knights of the Holy Cross completely exposed everything here, and the corpses under the cliff shocked the world, the imperial officials were furious, and the accusations against Manichaeism from all walks of life were also unprecedentedly high, making Manichaeism suddenly the target of public criticism, and also provoked the anger of Manichaeism. A bloody war between the two religions seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

The two of them followed the path of the Knights of the Holy Cross and walked out of the jungle, but the two were about to break up. Zhao Feilong wants to go back to the northwest to find his father. And it is impossible for Xuanyuan Qingyu to return to the northwest, and he came here to escape in the first place. So, he decided to stay in the southwest.

The two broke up, crying like tears, Xuanyuan Qingyu gave Zhao Feihu all the valuable things on his body, and then bought a ticket to take the flying boat back to Liangzhou City.

Penniless, only a woodcutter and a thick-backed chopping knife remained. He had to find a small job washing dishes and sweeping the floor of a tavern. In this way, he went all the way south, working with a job, begging without a job, and finally came to Laohuai Town.

He came with a mercenary group, and of course he can't become a mercenary, but is responsible for feeding the horses to this mercenary group. Looking at the rain-damaged walls and crooked houses from afar, he fell in love with the place.

Later, when the mercenary group entered the mountain, he was naturally fired, so he stayed in Laohuai Town, but he never saw the mercenary group come back, maybe he went to other towns, maybe he never came back.

There are no idlers in the town at all, either there are shops, or they need to go into the mountains to hunt. He asked all the shops in the town, but none of them hired him.

The first thing he asked was Tu Scar. Tu Scar chopped the triangular butcher knife in his hand on the wooden chopping board, and rolled his fist-sized eyes: "Lao Tzu still can't eat enough, how can there be surplus food to feed idlers." Take it, this half catty of pork will be given to you. ”

Xuanyuan Qingyu was not annoyed, happily took the half catty of pork and left, spent the last penny on his body, bought a catty of flour, and then cooked a pot of pimple soup in a temporary nest on the corner of the street, and ate a round belly.

This time, he went directly to the casino opened by the white-faced dragon and asked, this is the most lively and business place in the town, and it is very likely that he will ask for help. But the white-faced dragon pulled his face, rolled his eyelids and left, and Xuanyuan Qingyu knew that there was no drama here.

He didn't even need a helper for the best shop in town, so he had to give up the idea, but to survive here, he had to go outside and fight. He did not choose to go to the mountains where the sun never sets, but to the vast desert. Although the desert is only thirty miles wide, it is hundreds of miles long, winding along the mountains on which the sun never sets.

He slung the mountain cutter to his shoulder and rode out of town.

The Viennese priest stood under the bell tower, watching the young man's figure grow smaller, and his mouth was reading, but there was no other movement. Tu Scarzi and Boss Lu of the inn put their heads together, looking at the figures that had gone away. Boss Lu, known as the bald donkey, said: "This young man is interesting. ”

The white-faced dragon kicked each of them in the ass and said, "What's the point? ”

The camel owner of the grocery store walked over with a cane in his hand, touched the three short whiskers on his chin in his hand, and said, "As long as this kid returns to the town alive, the old man will accept him into the shop." ”

It was not uncommon for the aborigines of the town to see these living treasures together, but it was a little strange for some of them to temporarily rest in Laohuai Town, but when their eyes were focused, these living treasures pouted and left.

There are only first- and second-order demonic beasts in the desert, but most of them are small demonic beasts. But these demonic beasts are no weaker than the big ones here here in the tigers, wolves, and leopards, and some are even stronger.

Just three or five miles away from the town, on the edge of a quagmire, I encountered a spider the size of a sea turtle. The hideous mouthparts also contain the stump leg of an animal. The mouthparts chewed a few times, making a gurgling sound, and one leg was swallowed in three or two strokes.

This is a second-order crypt spider, which is a very common low-level demonic beast. Its legs and mouthparts have been acquired, and its sacs are highly corrosive.

Xuanyuan Qingyu's mountain chopping knife was already in his hand, and the horizontal knife was cut down.

Sensing the danger, the spider propped up its four hind legs, its front limbs held high, and its mouth still spat silk threads. The silk thread was like an arrow, shooting straight at Xuanyuan Qingyu.

The spider's legs were slashed with all his might, and the carapaces of the two front legs were slashed. The crypt spider was a little painful, making a snorting sound, and the four hind legs kicked up, and the body had jumped up, and the eight legs were like knives, swinging in unison.

Xuanyuan Qingyu did not show weakness, the mountain chopping knife was like the wind, and the strength was evenly balanced, and he slashed thirteen knives in the blink of an eye. After the last slash was made, the strength of the whole person was drained. The Earth-Sky Spider was also split in half by him.

The thirteen knives were repeated in the same place just now, and even if the carapace of the crypt spider was hard enough, it was still split in half, and green blood flowed out, accompanied by a fishy smell.

After a short rest, he quickly took the poison sac and the demon core, and then quickly left. The corpse of a Warcraft is the easiest to provoke the same kind of Warcraft.

Next to a thorn bush, he found a blood-colored vine. The dried skin on the vine resembles the scales of a snake. He was overjoyed, took out a woodcutter from his waist, cut down the thorns in three or two strokes, and then went up the vine, three feet away, and hit the root of the vine.

This is a snake blood vine, which is not common in the swamp, and has the effect of stopping bleeding and building muscles, relieving pain and reducing inflammation, and is one of the best medicinal materials for making Jinchuang medicine. This snake blood vine, which was more than three zhang long and had the thickness of a finger, was worth about four second-order demonic beast cores.

He put away the snake blood vine, wrapped it in a roll, and put it into a hemp bag. With these harvests, it is enough to exchange for three days of food.

He was a very contented person, and with three days of food, he could go back first, and then come back after three days. I wanted to turn around just now, but a cold cry came from my ears: "Doll, stop!"

Xuanyuan Qingyu was a very life-loving person, he immediately raised his hands and his body did not move.

There was a sound of rustling from behind, and it seemed that three or four people had surrounded him from behind.

"The little doll is lucky to have found such a long snake blood vine by you. Put things down!"

Xuanyuan Qingyu was very obedient, threw the sack back gently, and then slowly turned around. I saw five people, dressed in untidy leather armor and torn clothes, each with a hemp bag hanging from his waist.

As soon as I looked at the clothes of these people, I knew that they were a few unlucky mercenaries, and their strength was not strong, so at most they could only find some food in this wasteland. In his heart, he couldn't look at it, but he didn't dare to show it in the slightest, because although their strength was not strong, it was still effortless to kill themselves, a boy who had only been together for a week.

"Take out all the value you have. ”

Xuanyuan Qingyu pretended to be aggrieved, took out the crypt spider core and poison sac in his arms, and said, "That's all, this is going to be exchanged for tomorrow's meal." ”

The man kicked hard, he didn't dare to dodge, he was kicked half a meter away, curled up on the ground and groaned in pain.

Another said, "Let's go, let's be angry with a little kid." ”

The people quickly disappeared, and Xuanyuan Qingyu got up from the ground, without the slightest negative mood swing. This kind of oppression by the strong is a common thing in Manichaean training camps, and it is also the first lesson to be taught.

He didn't go far, but followed gently, hanging from a distance.

The sunset of the wasteland is beautiful.

A huge round sun and a half set on the unknown peaks of the Sunset Mountains, and the brilliant glow illuminates the lush Sunset Mountains psychedelicly. And the rest of the light is projected on the wasteland, like a dream.

The small group of mercenaries who snatched Xuanyuan Qingyu encountered a group of armored ants. This is just a first-order small demonic beast, each armor ant is the size of a mouse, its back is covered with a layer of armor, and its mouthparts are like knives. They can easily bite off a chopstick with their mouthparts.

A beetle ant is nothing, but a group of beetle ants is a little scary. The team didn't know what had moved, and was being besieged by hundreds of armored ants. They roared in terror, waved their blades, and kept slashing the armored ants, but the more they killed, the more panicked they became. When the first one was bitten to death by the armored ants, this horror reached its peak.

Xuanyuan Qingyu watched silently from a distance, this group of people missed the best time to escape, and their fate was only to be used as food by armored ants.