"Thousand Bone Bullets, white, are generated from the bones of a swamp crocodile python, and after exploding, they shoot out a thousand bone needles, each of which has the power to penetrate mountains and stones. ”

"The black blood bullet, black, is generated from the blood of the swamp crocodile python, it is highly poisonous, and after the explosion, the black blood is splashed everywhere, and the person who touches it dies. ”

"Boom, green, generated from the flesh and teeth of the swamp crocodile python, contains huge energy, and can open mountains and blast rocks. ”

Qian Bufeng secretly admired while reading the text introduction on the light curtain behind the three bombs, and thought: Lao Tzu is really a genius, such an anti-heaven system can be created by me, haha! However, this swamp crocodile python is a third-level demon pet, its own strength is fierce, and the energy contained in the skin, flesh, bones and blood is naturally extremely strong, so the bomb system can only generate such a powerful bomb after absorbing and transforming it. ”

"Hehe, if there is a guy who doesn't open his eyes to provoke me, a thousand bone bullets are thrown out, and he will immediately be subjected to the pain of ten thousand needles piercing his heart, or it is not bad to throw a black blood bullet for him to taste, ten thousand poisons devour his heart, and it feels terrible to think about it!

Thinking of this, the corners of Qian Bufeng's mouth couldn't help but hook up a smug smile, and he carefully put away the three bombs, while looking for the old man's body with the light emitted by the bomb system.

At this time, the body of the large swamp crocodile python like a hill had been completely absorbed by the bomb system, and Qian Bufeng's vision was much broader, and he saw it after a while. He hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down with a solemn expression, only to see that the old man's flesh and blood were blurred at this time, and his whole body was stained with a turquoise liquid that was still smoking, and his description was already miserable.

Qian Bufeng couldn't bear to look at it anymore, closed his eyes, took off the white clothes on his body, covered it gently, and then sighed, and said: "I roughly understand now, you have already thought about dying with this swamp crocodile python, right? This green liquid should be a highly poisonous poison, you hide it on your body, and then deliberately eat it into the belly of this animal." Also, I'm supposed to be a decoy, and the medicated bath you gave me must have some kind of spice that appeals to swamp crocodile pythons. ”

"As for the mages who can eat people........ I guess it's just a disguise of your kindness. You deliberately pretend to be a vicious and vicious psychopathic magician in order to prevent nearby villagers from moving around the area, because you know very well that this is the territory of swamp crocodile pythons, and if you step into it, you will be in danger. ”

Speaking of this, Qian Bufeng slowly straightened up, sighed, and walked back to the previous trunk with the bright light from the bomb system, and then climbed up with both hands and feet, and reclined down on a wide branch, retracted the bomb generation system, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Now Qian Bufeng has such an unnatural thing as the bomb generation system in his hand, and he also has three unpredictable bombs on his body, which makes him have a little more confidence to face those unknown dangers.

His heart was much calmer, and he was no longer as full of fear of the unknown as it had been before.

The long night was finally over, and when the day was slightly bright, Qian Bufeng had already jumped down from the branch, rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched his waist, walked straight to the old man's body, bent down to pick him up, and then slowly walked in the direction of the low hill according to the memory of the time he came.

This way is not difficult to go, one foot deep and one foot shallow in this deep mountain and old forest, still holding a bloody corpse, this kind of thing can not be done without people with strong psychological quality.

But it's not enough to have a strong psychological quality, you still need some strength.

Don't look at Qian Bufeng as a researcher, but he insists on going to the gym for one to two hours every day, so his physical fitness is not very bad.

And he himself is a person with perseverance, patience, and trustworthiness, and he will definitely find ways to do what he promises, even if it is more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Therefore, under the combination of these three, when Qian Bufeng was in the middle of the sun, he finally carried the old man's body back to the lonely grave halfway up the low hill.

He had been walking since dawn until noon, and during this time he had been holding the old man's corpse without letting go for a moment, and his footsteps had never stopped, for six or seven hours in a row.

Qian Bufeng gently put the body aside, then found a wrist-thick branch, spent an hour digging up the lonely grave, and then carefully pried open the bronze coffin inside, he didn't dare to look at the situation inside the coffin, only tilted his head to pick up the old man's body, and then carefully put it in, and then wiped the coffin cover.

After that, he spent another hour filling in the grave, found three small branches, planted them in front of the grave, bowed three times, and said, "Now that you are reunited with your wife and children, I have fulfilled my promise." You are a true magician, and I will always remember that long night yesterday and will always remember you. ”

After saying that, he walked away without looking back.

In fact, Qian Bufeng himself doesn't know where to go. He had only been in this unknown world for a day, and he knew nothing about the situation here. And at this moment, he is still in a deep mountain and old forest, with barren tracks, and he can't find anyone to ask for directions.

After walking like this for about half an hour, Qian Bufeng was already a little exhausted, and his stomach was unbearable hunger. This kind of situation is really something that has never been encountered in my life. He paused, looked around blankly, and finally looked up to the sky and sighed, "God, did you arrange for me to cross into this world just to see me die of exhaustion and starvation in this deep mountain and old forest? If not, show me the way!"

Qian Bufeng shouted like this, he just wanted to vent the emotions in his heart, and he didn't expect God to really show him a clear way. God is very busy, how can he pay attention to such trivial things as sesame mung beans such as folk suffering?

And things are just as Qian Bufeng thought, God didn't show up to show him the way, and he didn't even let out a fart.

Qian Bufeng lowered his head a little dejectedly, and said, "Fuck, what's this called! Could it be that Qian Bufeng, the bomb maniac of the first generation, is going to starve to death in this deep mountain and old forest, and then even the corpse will be divided and eaten by wild beasts? Tragedy, what kind of broken place is this where birds don't shit......" After he finished speaking, he simply lay down on the spot, closed his eyes, and almost fell asleep, but the strong hunger in his stomach soon woke him up.

Qian Bufeng is really a little pitiful now, hungry, sleepy and tired, the key is that not only is there no trace of people here, but even a pheasant and hare have never encountered one.

Just when he was suffering and depressed, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

It was a cool mountain breeze, blowing by, blowing the tired and hungry money unspeakably comfortable, blowing away some tiredness and making him feel more energetic. And with this spirit of recovery, Qian got up from the ground without a moment's notice, and then spread his feet and ran in the direction where the wind was blowing.

Because he felt a hint of moisture from this cool mountain breeze, that is, there must be water where the wind blew.

Where there is water, there is life.