In the camp, the flames were extinguished, and Zhuo Cheng sat on a wooden pillar, looking at the metal bottle in his hand, which had three equilateral triangles with rings, representing the singularity.

Unscrewed the metal bottle, which contained small reddish tablets, sniffed it carefully, and the intuition brought by the twisted tumor told him that it was a muscle-skin inhibitory drug.

Zhuo Cheng poured out a slice and swallowed it in his mouth, and after a while, his upper arm, which was sore, because he had not taken the suppressant drug for a long time, gradually returned to normal.

"Put everything you find in the middle of the camp!" The middle-aged man named Zhao Qingshan, shaking his swollen face, loudly reminded his comrades who had regained their freedom: "Everyone, hurry up! ”

The short men successively placed the loot in the open space in front of Zhuo Cheng.

The mule ran out from under the shed with a bang, holding two leather pockets in his mouth, and put them in front of Zhuo Cheng flatteringly, puffing out of his big nostrils, and said, "Cannon, I just found it!" We...... No, it's not us, Cannon, you're rich! ”

Zhuo Cheng looked through the leather pockets, one of them was placed with three metal bottles with singularity signs, obviously distorted tumor suppressant drugs, opened them and looked at them, there were corresponding visceral inhibitory drugs, and took another tablet, the strong feeling of nausea quickly pressed down.

After all the medicines were put away, I looked at the other leather pocket, and there were two things in it, one part was a small gold nugget scattered, and the other part was an irregular golden yellow crystal!

Needless to say, the latter kind of Zhuo Cheng has seen it from the mayor of the town - Yuan Jing!

The power source of Singularity Blood Energy Technology!

The mule sold it to Zhuo Cheng: "Gold and source crystals are hard currency in the wilderness!" ”

There are not many things, and Zhuo Cheng received them all in his bag.

"I'll look for something else." The mule went somewhere else.

Zhuo Cheng looked at the cheerful mule and was sure that she was sick!

Originally, he wanted to try whether the mule could run, but the mule not only did not run, but took the initiative to do things, and was very diligent.

Zhuo Cheng turned to look at the corpses in the camp, not knowing if the cracked man did it on purpose, killing all the people under his hands, mules and short men, and he didn't know the specific origin of these people.

Diagonally opposite, Zhao Qingshan peeked at Zhuo Cheng from time to time, this should be a good person, he asked so much, said so much, and finally let them go.

When the other party came, he shouted the slogan "Born Free", and he was accompanied by an extraordinary twister who fused human and animal flesh and blood common among the followers of the Flying Goat, and was a wilderness bandit.

Two extraordinary twisters were enough to kill their remaining dozen or so ordinary people ten times.

In these days, there are still thieves among the bandits of the wilderness?

Zhao Qingshan pondered, do you want to touch it? After all, the other party was sure that he belonged to the military council, so he released the person.

It shows that the other party will have a good impression of the military.

If this person's ideological work can be done, the military association will have a breakthrough point among the wilderness bandits.

"Uncle Zhao." The short Peewee came over and said, "Everything is here." ”

Zhao Qingshan advised: "You wait a minute. He walked a few steps closer to Zhuo Cheng's vicinity and said, "Cannon, all the trophies in the camp have been packed." ”

Zhuo Cheng nodded slightly, and went over to look at the ground, where there were many animal skins, clothes, weapons, tools, food bags and drinking buckets.

The short men's eyes frequently looked at the bucket, and Zhuo Cheng pointed to the cups on the ground: "Half a cup per person." ”

Zhao Qingshan hurriedly responded: "Okay! Good! ”

Seeing that the dwarves had drunk water and had nothing to do, he took an empty jug and filled it.

Zhuo Cheng rummaged through and took two large packages of dry and hard multigrain bread and another tin bucket of water.

I tried to get a crossbow, but I found that it was all damaged by the Crackman's flesh machine cannon.

"Come here!" He beckoned to the mule, which immediately came running.

Zhuo Cheng wrapped the dough cake and tied the iron bucket to the mule, looked at the sun that sank behind the mound, and said to Zhao Qingshan: "You deal with the rest, so be it!" ”

He rolled over and rode on his mule: "You are familiar with this area, find a safe place to spend the night!" ”

"Good come!" The mule made a crisp voice and walked along the road between the valleys, and asked with concern, "Your injury?" ”

Zhuo Cheng rode a mule, facing the sun in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, and the warmth hit people: "It's okay, take a good road!" ”

The mule felt the mace dangling back and forth near the hind legs, deliberately tilted his buttocks, and rubbed the pointed nails on it.

But I couldn't go far, and the pain went down, and I rubbed again.

Zhuo Cheng sensed the warm current in his stomach, and looked at his arms and arms, the leather coat with brass rivets, which had been corroded into several finger-sized holes, and the wound below had just scabbed, and it was no longer a big problem.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, Zhao Qingshan followed with the group of short men.

Zhao Qingshan's red and swollen face smiled: "We also have to find a place to spend the night, and we will leave early tomorrow morning." ”

Zhuo Cheng didn't care about them anymore.

The mule carried him all the way to the southeast, and before dark he found a small valley surrounded on three sides, and on the west side there was a flat land with a stone wall sunken two or three meters, just right for camping.

Zhao Qingshan and the others also followed, and they consciously went to the easternmost side.

Zhuo Cheng untied the saddle and bags on the mule, found an easy-to-observe angle, and sat down to eat and drink.

Just looted the cultist camp, there is no shortage of water, and there are still some dried sweet potatoes brought out from Sweetwater Town.

After Zhuo Cheng finished eating the dried sweet potato, he saw the mule looking at him with blank eyes, unscrewed the lid of the metal bucket, and poured some water into a stone pit.

After the mule drank the water, he looked at Zhuo Cheng again.

"Find something to eat yourself." Zhuo Cheng waved his hand: "There are a lot of weeds." ”

This mule has survived to this day, and it must be able to distinguish between common poisonous and non-poisonous plants.

The mule cautiously said, "Cannon, I want to eat morning glory." ”

Zhuo Cheng took out his pocket, and there were less than twenty morning glory seeds left, and kicked on the mule's hind legs: "Eat grass!" ”

The aggrieved mule turned back three times and looked for a place to graze.

Zhuo Cheng has done experiments, morning glory is planted, from flowers to seeds to vines, all are distorted in essence, it doesn't take long to wither and crumble, and you can't satisfy your hunger at all.

To the east, there was a cacophony of voices.

"So many people have died, if I want me to say that I shouldn't run away, stay in the mine safely, and live longer."

"If you don't run away, how long can you live? If you die, you will be pulled to be used as fertilizer! ”

"The way of the world is not like this, forbearance is over."

Then, Zhao Qingshan's voice came: "Come, everyone drink some water and eat something." When you are full and have drunk enough, you will have strength! ”

An open space was cleared by the rubble pile to the east, and the only dozen or so of the dwarves sat on the ground.

Zhao Qingshan took the dough cake and kept breaking it and stuffing it into a person's hand: "We have come here, many people have made sacrifices, and we should live well!" Only by living can we be worthy of their efforts and have a chance to avenge them! ”

After dividing the multigrain bread, he lifted the bucket again and poured water for his companions.

The short man swallowed the food in his mouth: "Uncle Zhao, you eat it too." ”

"I'm not hungry, you eat first." Zhao Qingshan said with a smile: "Only when we unite can we overcome difficulties!" ”

He waited until everyone had finished eating and drinking, and finally began to eat.

Da Zhuang asked, "Old Zhao, what's the military meeting like?" ”

Zhao Qingshan said with a smile: "The military meeting is a good place, where everyone has food to eat, everyone has water to drink, everyone has a bed to sleep on, and there is no leather whip and torture equipment......

The voice over there kept drifting over, and Zhuo Cheng listened to it in his ears, and he was inevitably curious about the military meeting.

In such a strange and twisted world, is there really such a group of idealists?

The words he heard from the mouths of the demimen and Zhao Qingshan always made Zhuo Cheng feel that their ideals were incompatible with this fucking world.

I don't know when, the mule that finished eating grass came back, and seeing that Zhuo Cheng seemed to be listening to what was going on over there, he interjected: "The military association is a group of heretics, and no one likes them." The Singularity treats them as traitors, the wilderness bandits think they are heretics, and the slave owners hate them......"

Zhuo Cheng looked at the mule: "I think you are a heretic!" ”

The mule pounced and lay down: "Don't ...... Don't kill me! You can beat me and train me, don't kill me! Kill me, and no one will show you the way to the wilderness fair, and you won't recognize the sacrificial wine......"

Timid, afraid of death, and sick in his head, Zhuo Cheng can see it clearly.

He asked curiously, "Are you male or female?" ”

"What do you mean by me being male or female? Is this a description of people? The mule stood up on the ground, saw the mace in Zhuo Cheng's hand, and fell down again: "I'm a woman." ”

She said to herself: "At that time, I twisted the tumor and worsened, and I couldn't find a medicine, and I didn't want to disintegrate into a pile of minced meat. Don't think about it, it's a female mule, but there's an outwardly twisted tumor that grows right between the back legs. Humans and animals have different genders, and they cannot be flesh and blood. ”

Zhuo Cheng was noncommittal.

The mule raised a long face: "I'm amazing!" It's like pleasing the master, showing that it's useful: "This explicit tumor can absorb and reserve distorted energy, like a singularity blood energy cannon, shoot out the distorted energy, the power is very great, and the stone house can be shot down." ”

Zhuo Cheng thought of the mayor, the mayor's cyborg, and was blown away by the mule.

"No guts, weak will, no matter how strong your ability is, you are limited." Zhuo Cheng said casually.

The mule weakly answered: "I just want to live." ”

Zhuo Cheng glanced at her and didn't say anything more.

It was getting darker and darker, and the mule saw that Zhuo Cheng was not sleeping, so he took the initiative to say: "Cannon, you plant a morning glory, wrap me up, and wrap it tightly, so that you can sleep with peace of mind." ”

Zhuo Chengxin said that you are really sick!

Suddenly, the eastern sky turned red, redder and redder, and soon it was fiery red!

The mule stood up, with its long ears like those of a donkey standing up high, and said, "It seems to be on fire." ”

Zhuo Cheng picked up his weapon, climbed up the mound a few times, and stood on a high place to look east.

The night is so thick that you can't see too far, and there are higher hills in the distance that block the view.

But the eastern half of the sky was red, like a raging fire!

The flames did not spread, and Zhuo Cheng thought of the fire festival in the afternoon.