Su Yang's upper street has recently seen an old man, but this has not attracted much attention. There are so many old people who have been here these years that people have long since learned to save that little self-esteem. Only occasionally when you pass in front of the dilapidated small stone house where the old man temporarily lives will you see the old man sitting on a recliner with one folded leg swaying in the sun. The former owner of the little stone house was an old man about the same age as the old man - the old man had been a scoundrel all his life and had finally died of desolation caused by radiation infection, and when he was found, his whole body had almost turned to pus, the blood had soaked the entire bed, and the stench had not dissipated for three whole days on the upper streets, and people were unwilling to risk infection to clean the house. In order to clean up this big trouble before the summer came, the city lord's mansion specially allocated two barrels of gasoline, burned the entire stone house with one fire, and finally covered it with lime and sulfur, even so, people did not want to come near this stone house, even if it had been three years since the fire.

Therefore, even though this old man looks old, he is not as sloppy and cloudy as the other old people on Su Yang's upper street, as if he is about to fall headlong at any time, people are still reluctant to approach this old man, and scare their children to stay away from the old bachelor who should be from outside, otherwise there will be no bones left for him to eat.

But the old man didn't care about these things, and every day he lay on that chaise longue and basked in the sun from ten o'clock in the morning until two o'clock in the afternoon, which was the best time of the day, and of course, in the Starfall Period, the best sunlight could be understood in another sense as the strongest radiation.

So people became more and more convinced that the stranger was a psychopath.

Now, the old man, whom the Suyang people regarded as insane, was sitting in his dilapidated stone house, like a greedy child, gulping down a pot of oak wormwood that had just poisoned a second-order desolate. His expression was so enjoyable that Xia Wei, who had come to ask him for advice, couldn't help but roll his throat, and began to think about whether to go to the night owl and buy a pot of such wine to taste for a while.

The old man obviously saw through Xia Wei's thoughts, glanced at his disciple, threw away the already empty wine jug, and said lightly: "If you want to stay in the wilderness in the future, I advise you to quit this kind of wine, if you really can't help it, then just like me, at least evolve a plague physique." ”

Xia Wei's face was a little unnatural when he heard the word plague physique, even if he had always been fierce, he couldn't restrain the fear in his heart when his teacher said these four words. Sixth-order ability Plague Physique, just like its name, the ability owner has completely turned into a plague source, and as long as he wants, he can easily destroy an entire large city. Another effect of this extremely powerful ability is that it is immune to all the desolate energy erosion caused by radiation, that is to say, the old man with this ability is no longer afraid of most of the poisons of the Starfall Era - the poison of the old era is like a child's toy for the desolate warriors above the third order, and the only poison that can threaten the desolate is the radioactive drugs that contain a violent erosive effect.

"But that means there's a radioactive drug in that glass of wine that the imp sent?" Xia Jian understood after a little thought, but he was still a little incredible, "What are you kidding, radioactive drugs are not cheap even under the sky, that kid is a native of Suyang, how could he develop this drug?" ”

The old man glared at Xia Wei with some hatred, and Xia Wei immediately changed to a flattering smile: "Teacher, you know what kind of character I am, don't sell it to your old man, tell me quickly." ”

The old man glared at Xia Wei, who had a hippie smile, and said angrily: "When your father handed you over to me back then, let me teach you well. But what have you become now? They don't have any brains at all, what's the difference between this and the Celestial Guards who only know how to kill and kill? I shouldn't have been soft-hearted in the first place, let you follow me to sharpen your temperament and then let you go, hiding in the wilderness, I didn't see you grow a little! ”

Xia Wei sneered and said, "Isn't this covered by the teacher, do I still need to use my brain?" Besides, I haven't grown anywhere, don't you think the bar I founded is pretty good at gathering intelligence? ”

The old man snorted coldly: "There is information on the desolate warriors above the fourth order in the things collected? Is there a distribution map of wild beasts above level 3? Or do you have the foundation to unlock the fifth-order genetic lock? ”

Xia Wei scratched his head a little embarrassed, and he felt that he was really at a loss, so he hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Eh, Mr., you haven't told me what's wrong with that glass of wine, don't sell it." ”

The old man who counted Xia Ji was still angry, and waved his big hand and said, "I don't know, if you want to know, just make a cup and drink it yourself, isn't it just a mouthful?" ”

Xia Wei put on a look of grievance: "Teacher, I am your last disciple, you really can't bear to see me being poisoned inexplicably in the future, and you don't even know how I died?" ”

The old man rolled his eyes vigorously: "Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of the teacher, are forty-year-old people ashamed?" If you want to know, go underground and catch a gopher yourself! ”

"Gophers?" Xia Wei paused for a moment, and quickly understood: "Rat skin? ”

At the same time, Feng Xia, who had finally heard enough of the shopkeeper's compliments, walked out of the equipment store very shamelessly, and after asking the shopkeeper to keep a few pieces of garbage equipment for himself, he shook towards the elevator with satisfaction. Feeling the temperature of the last three carefully selected rat skins attached to his chest, the smile on his face became more and more intense, but his eyes were as cold as winter.

It is hard to imagine that even an ordinary woman can easily handle a rampaging gopher with a broom, after the most basic processing of heat and cold contraction, can produce such a violent toxicity. The skin of the rampaging gopher is naturally resistant to radiation because it has lived in the soil eroded by radiation for a long time, but this resistance is harmful to humans. The root cause of the Starfall plague was the spread of this protective film by the natives of the underworld.

It's just that for the desolate who unlocked the first genetic lock and awakened the desolate body, the damage caused by these resistances was already negligible. However, when a very creative or destructive—and everyday-out-and-out bear child becomes intrigued by this type of resistance, or more accurately, the inhabitants of this type, an invention that would have made all researchers who develop low-end radioactive drugs kill themselves or kill the bear child in anger.

After a rat skin was heated and coldly shrunk, all that was left was a piece of wrinkled fur and a few drops of extremely pure radioactive agent.

Sima Chongli, who had just solved a team of off-road jeeps that had fallen in love with his master and servant, frantically drove the off-road vehicle modified to the limit to the highest speed, and at the same time shouted against the wind to the poor scholar who was rolling around in the trunk, asking him to be careful not to spill the bottle of inventory that he had accumulated with great difficulty in the past three years. This is not because I feel sorry for the radioactive agent, but because I am worried that if I don't pay attention, my baby car, which is still intact for nearly 3,000 miles across the wilderness, will be folded into my hands.

"Sanyou hold on to that bottle and don't let go, I'd rather you smash it than let it break! That's a good baby for killing people and selling goods! ”