There was a muffled sound, like thunder in early winter, and the frightened mules looking for grass to eat hurriedly raised their heads, not far ahead, a thick tree trunk was broken, and fell crookedly on the barren grass, smashing fallen leaves, grass clippings and dust flying all over the sky.

The man with the short hair went on and on, carrying a heavy mace and smashing the thick trunk of the tree.

Then, he walked towards another big tree more than 20 meters away, waved his hammer and continued to smash the tree.

The mule carefully looked for non-toxic grass roots to gnaw, and after walking for several days, the man was not idle for a moment.

If this continues, the semi-savanna will not be able to see the big trees.

Zhuo Cheng smashed another big tree, felt a limit, and shouted at the mule, "Come here." ”

Both the mayor and the teacher have said that extraordinary twisting abilities need to be explored and exercised in order to progress.

In addition to hurrying, Zhuo Chengcheng has never been idle, and has been exploring and exercising several existing abilities.

If you are not strong enough, you will not be able to achieve your goals.

The mule came running with a bang.

He put away his mace, turned over his mule, and said, "Go, go to the market!" ”

During the journey, Zhuo Cheng was not idle, throwing down different plant seeds from time to time, observing the characteristics and changes after growth, and selecting the types that could be used.

He took out a handful wrapped in rags, and inside was a thorny seed that resembled the head of a mace.

Zhuo Cheng used to grow up in the countryside, so he naturally recognized the common Cang'er in this countryside.

Holding one in his left hand, he was induced by the introspection method, and threw it in front of him vigorously, and when the mule approached, the Cang'er had grown into a tree more than one meter high, with branches as thick as a baby's arm, and it was densely hung with Xanthium ears the size of winter dates, and the roots were long and thorny like pins.

Zhuo Cheng strangled the mule, picked one, held it in his hand, and pinched it gently, his fingers tingled.

"A tree, not strong, covered with maces......"

Zhuo Cheng felt that with this thing, all the grass seeds used before could be thrown away.

When the weeds attacked, it was like an ordinary slap in the face, and the branches covered with maces were pumped up, and I don't know what the effect was?

He pointed to Cang'er and asked the mule, "Do you want to eat it?" ”

The mule said directly: "I want to eat morning glory." She asked with a flattery, "Cannon, do you want to test the power?" ”

Zhuo Cheng snorted.

"Otherwise, you can try me." The mule fell over its buttocks: "Don't ...... Don't push too hard. ”

The branches swayed in the wind, and one of them flung over and snapped on the mule's hind legs.

"It hurts!" The mule made a crisp cry, shook off its hooves and ran forward.

After walking for another half day, the sky was gloomy and dark clouds.

The weeds were thinning, the road was made by a cart on the ground, and on the slope at the end of the view, you could see some wooden houses.

The largest bazaar in the wilderness has arrived.

Even if the wilderness bandits burn, kill and loot, there are materials that cannot be obtained, and for wine-making food crops, the demand is more like a bottomless pit, and they also need a more stable trading place.

According to the mule, this bazaar was established by the general altar of the flying goat, and the big sacrificial wine was directly managed by people to ensure a certain order.

Otherwise, with the virtue of a wilderness bandit, he would have been beaten into a pot of porridge long ago.

The closer you get to the bazaar, the less grass and plants there are on the ground, and the mule tramples on the bare ground, and listens to Zhuo Cheng say: "After you go in, don't talk without my consent, you are an ordinary mule." ”

"Why?"

"You're a killer." Zhuo starts from entering the bazaar, and may be surrounded by danger: "Hear my greeting, shoot your mule cannon!" ”

The mule was like a little slave appreciated by its master, its hooves lifted and lowered, and it walked in dressage, and its voice was a little crisper.

The bazaar was built on a hill with a low slope and a huge area, and the outer area on the edge of the hill was full of tattered tents, many of which had been blown down by the wind a few days ago, and scattered on the ground, looking like a mess.

In this world, where there is basic order, there is no shortage of people.

Ragged adults and children can be seen everywhere, and life is no better than that of the people at the Singularity Camp.

Zhuo Cheng walked up the road, and in many open spaces, he saw dried soil cakes.

Gradually, I began to see some stalls, all of which were young and strong.

Wild beans, withered yellow wild vegetables, rusty metal, tools of various textures, sweet potatoes with dirt, etc.

There are even people who sell clay cakes, which are exchanged for wild vegetables or multigrain noodles, and one can be exchanged for a bunch.

In the wilderness, it is not that no one wants to reclaim the land and grow crops.

However, the predatory nature of wilderness bandits has left too many unprotected areas and lacked a stable planting environment.

When he came to the slope, the rows of wooden houses looked much cleaner, and many places offered resource exchange, and Zhuo Cheng saw some scavengers.

To the east, not too far from the bazaar, there is also a city ruin.

Some of the wooden houses facing the road have huge windows that allow pedestrians to see the shelves inside.

Seeing something of interest, Zhuo Cheng drove the mule over, pointed to a plastic pipe hanging on the shelf, and asked, "Where did this come from?" ”

The owner of the wooden house looked at Zhuo Cheng briefly, saw that he was wearing a fairly good leather coat, riding a sturdy mule, and said, "You want it from the ruins of the scavenger city?" This is a material that the Singularity Research Institute can't make! ”

Zhuo Cheng looked at the plastic pipe, and there were lines of small words on it - Xingyu Plastic!

This was the first time he had seen plastic products when he came to the supercontinent.

Metal, glass, porcelain, clay and wood products are not uncommon in human settlements.

On the contrary, it is a chemical product like plastic, which has never been seen.

Zhuo Cheng remembers that plastics are associated with the oil industry.

The eye caught a glimpse of a red banner with an equilateral triangle that was ringed around it.

Singularity!

The technology of this world seems to have led the Singularity Research Institute in a completely different direction.

The flag is erected high, and the singularity occupies a large area in the middle of the hilly slopes, densely packed with wooden house courtyards and walls, forming an independent world.

The outermost part is a wooden shed, and there are many people queuing up, waiting for the people of the singularity to draw blood.

People who are willing to be blood pigs are everywhere.

Every time a portion of blood is extracted, it can be exchanged for a singularity canister or a multigrain nest.

Obtaining food in this way is the easiest and most trouble-free, and it can be called lying flat.

Zhuo Cheng asked the mayor of the town, as the catalyst and transmitter of the source crystal, blood is a consumable in blood energy technology.

Blood from other mammals can also be used, but far less efficiently than human blood.

As a large order-abiding organization, Singularity does not do things such as plundering people, killing people and bloodletting, and pays attention to sustainable development.

Beyond the blood drawing place, a short walk forward, there is a gate supported by two particularly thick wooden pillars, and there are two big characters on the left and right - accommodation, food!

Looks like there's a lack of a red light.

Zhuo Cheng rode over on a mule, and immediately a person wearing a singularity leather coat greeted him: "Please inside." ”

Neither humble nor arrogant, neither lukewarm nor hot.

Zhuo Cheng asked a few words casually, asked for an independent wooden house, and entered the gate.

There was a bulletin board with a map of the route and a new piece of papyrus at the door.

Zhuo Cheng glanced at it, and what was written on it immediately attracted his attention: a team from the Flying Goat, ready to explore the Dead Land, because of the lack of manpower, is ready to recruit people, and those who are interested will go to the Flying Goat Temple tonight to sign up.

The payment is the Flying Goat Shadow Man!

The mule was about to open her mouth to speak, Zhuo Cheng patted her on the head, asked the person with the singularity a few words, and roughly understood.

A hurricane suddenly erupted in the Dead Land a few days ago, blowing away the perennial fog, and some daring intruders found that the deadly distortion was gone, and a huge city ruins appeared in the fog.

The shadow man of the Flying Goat arrives here, declares the ownership of the Death Land of the Flying Goat General Altar, and gathers people to prepare for a preliminary exploration of the Death Land.

This was spread all over the bazaar.

Zhuo Cheng immediately followed to check in, he needed to pay the money first, and then eat and stay, and the singularity only accepted a few items such as gold and source crystals as expenses.

Turned out a small piece of broken gold, and when the person at the singularity finished weighing, Zhuo Cheng received the meal coupon and water ticket, and followed the person to the wooden house behind.

Walking back, rows of wooden houses are connected one after another, separated by fences from the yard, and a shed for tethering horses or carts is reserved.

Coming to an empty courtyard, the man at the singularity shoved the key into his hand and walked away.

As for receiving food, fetching water, feeding the horses, etc., they had to do it themselves.

Compared to the travelers in the wilderness, the singularity is the real master!

It's still early, so I'm not in a hurry to eat and drink.

Zhuo Cheng opened the courtyard door, and the door of the wooden house was open, and there were only tables and stools and a bed inside.

"You know the filmmaker?" Zhuo Cheng asked the mule.

"Yes, yes." Able to speak, the mule couldn't hold back: "I heard the sacrificial wine say that the shadow man is the chief altar of the flying goat, one of the cronies of the great sacrificial wine, and the fog of death has dissipated, which definitely attracts the attention of many people and forces, and they all say that there is a great twist there......"

Zhuo Cheng patted her on the head, and the mule immediately lowered his voice: "It seems that the Great Sacrifice Wine has sent the cronies of the filmmaker to deal with it, ...... If we can blend into the filmmaker team and gain the trust of the filmmaker, we will have the opportunity to go to the general altar. ”

"Feasible?" Zhuo Cheng asked.

The mule said, "I remember mentioning that the cronies of the great sacrificial wine, such as the Shadow Man and the Bat Man, can bring people into the main altar, and they have much more power than ordinary sacrificial wine. ”

Zhuo Cheng thought about it and decided to go to the Flying Goat Temple at night to have a look.

Just as he was about to unload the mule saddle, in the courtyard on the other side of the fence, the door of the wooden house creaked open, and a woman leaned out of the upper half of her body, and when she saw Zhuo Cheng's angular and resolute face, her eyes instantly widened.

Take the initiative to say hello: "Hello." ”

The woman had a peach blossom face, a smiling silkworm, a fair face, and a narrow forehead.

The upper body that sticks out is dressed in a tight leather coat, with a flat lower abdomen and a high chest.

In terms of beauty alone, it is far better than Irene.

Zhuo Cheng nodded slightly, and smiled without a smile: "Hello." ”

I still looked at it twice, after all, everyone likes to look at beautiful things.

The woman came out of the door at this time, and Zhuo Cheng subconsciously wanted to touch the hammer on his waist.

I saw that this woman's navel was exposed, and the position three inches down was not the long legs that the man expected, but the dense legs!

The lower half of her body is flattened, made up of carapace-like links one after the other, each with a pair of hooked feet, all of which are dark red with a metallic sheen.

The first moment Zhuo Cheng saw it, he thought of the centipede's body.

This half of the huge centipede body was sewn onto the woman's bare lower abdomen through dense stitches.

The dark red stitches are neat and fine, like a work of art.

The centipede girl's hooked feet swayed on the ground, driving her whole person out, and Zhuo Cheng found that there was a handsome man wrapped around her back half of the centipede's body.

"I'll take my darling out to get some air." The woman smiled at Zhuocheng.

The long centipede body coiled tightly around the man, and the two hugged each other like this and sat on the ground in the courtyard.