Data Wasteland

"Ni, good Ni, expert..."

The mainland lingua franca of these two refugees is very bad, and it is estimated that they usually communicate in the local dialect. The reason why they showed kindness was not kindness, but seeing Chen Xing carrying a gun.

Chen Xing took out two bags of military rations from the storage space. The two male refugees were stunned. They may not have seen the spatial objects, but they must know that this is a "method only available to big men." They became more and more honest, lowered their heads, and insisted.

"Look at this map and tell me how to go, they are yours." Chen Xing connected the black watch with a portable screen and called up a hand-drawn map for the two to see.

These refugees are very weak and do not have to worry about the trouble caused by leaking information. The two refugees looked for a long while, and both shook their heads, saying that they didn't know, but the elders in the village might know.

The shelter of the refugees must be not far from the water source. After a while, Chen Xing followed the two to the village. This is a relatively flat place leeward from Shitou Mountain, with twenty or thirty old patched tents hanging. The women were working outside the tent, and the children were playing next to them. They looked up when strangers came into the village. A bolder boy ran over and said something to one of the male refugees. It was estimated that the child was annoying, or for protection purposes. After a few conversations, the male refugee made a beating action and the boy ran away in a hurry.

The corpse of a sickle beetle was framed with wood in the middle of the village. The tissue inside the carapace was hollowed out, and the compound eyes became hollow.

The environment in the depths of the wilderness is very harsh, and it is difficult to rely solely on planting to produce. Therefore, the refugees hunt weaker mutant creatures and eat everything except living corpses.

Because the bodies of mutant creatures are rich in psychic energy and mutant genes, the physical fitness of the refugees will be much higher than that of ordinary people, and they may even become top powerhouses. It is said that McCorrow is from a refugee tribe, but the probability is more than ten times lower than that of the medicine refined through the factory.

The meat of mutated creatures contains a lot of toxins and a complete life imprint of the species. Direct consumption will have three results. The best is to become stronger, and the rest are poisoned to death and genetically mutated into monsters.

The refining of the factory is to purify the psychic energy in the corpse and destroy the life imprint of the species, turning it into incomplete imprints or imprint fragments. Humans are absorbing the ability of mutant creatures.

At the same time, it will not be corroded by the imprints of alien life. This phenomenon is called "imprint replacement" in academics.

That is, when a strong life imprint confronts a weak life imprint, the weak one will be replaced. In short, an overly weak person who eats the flesh of a sickle beetle is likely to cause beetleization and mutation, and eventually become a half-human, half-worm monster.

But there are pros and cons. A lot of psionic energy will be lost during the refining process of the factory. If ten is not saved, the efficiency of direct consumption will be very high.

This is the case when Chen Xing directly swallowed the wolf king crystal core to break through the limit. As long as he can overcome the toxin and conquer the life mark of the species, his strength will be greatly improved.

But then again, toxins will always act on the human body, and long-term consumption will damage the original lifespan. Therefore, the lives of refugees are generally between 30 and 40 years old, and being able to reach 70 years old is considered a high life.

An old woman was stirring the food in the pot with a wooden pole. The food was dark, like a paste of various things mixed together, and colored tubes could be seen when it was stirred, and it could be vaguely judged to be the blood vessels and nerves of the insects. Chen Xing only glanced at it and felt nauseous. This thing is really not for human consumption.

Although the two male refugees who led the way look strong and are estimated to be elite or elite, the skin exposed on the back and shoulders has some black spots. This is the toxin that has gradually accumulated under the skin after long-term consumption of the meat of mutant creatures. .

There are a large number of refugees in this world, and they are not included in the 3 billion population statistics. It is unofficially estimated that there are 700 million refugees in the world. Some of them are forced, and some are voluntary. Isn't it a choice to stay away from the disputes of the world and run your own small family?

The village in front of me in the center of Grasse Hills is the latter in all likelihood. Being isolated from the world means that the living environment is a little worse, otherwise it is a paradise.

There is a stone cave in the innermost part of the village, with two braziers standing by the door, and standing next to it is a strong man holding a spear and a rifle on his back.

Seeing Chen Xing, the muscular man was about to step forward to stop him, but was quickly pulled away by one of the male refugees, whispering a few words, and then stepped away.

The cave is not deep, just walk seven or eight meters. The ground is covered with unknown animal skins, and there is a swell in the air

The smell of herbs. A thin old man knelt down at a small table, behind him were many bottles and pots, stone medicine bowls, and some invisible stone utensils.

The male refugee who was walking in the front babbled a few words and pointed at Chen Xing, which probably explained Chen Xing's identity and purpose.

"Young strong man, on behalf of the Asan tribe, I welcome your arrival."

The old man got up and saluted. The strong in the wilderness is respected, regardless of age or status, the strong fist is the big one.

Chen Xing gave a map, and the old man looked at it for a while and said, "Walk 30 kilometers to the west and see Yingzui Rock for a few kilometers to the north, but it’s not a good place. I visited it when I was young. , Will encounter some strange things."

"What's the matter?" Chen Xing asked.

"It's easy to get lost there, and the marks made on the tree trunks will disappear strangely. The sudden fog in the daytime, the singing seems to be heard in the fog, like ghosts singing, the trees seem to be whispering, like there are many people Looking at you secretly and talking about you, the feeling is indescribably terrible. I thought I could pick up good things, of course I also picked it up. I sold it to a passing merchant for two mountain camels..."

The old man's voice was getting smaller and smaller, his eyes shone with fear, as if he had seen something terrible.

But these are nothing to Chen Xing. He was a man for three generations, and he didn't believe in any gods and ghosts in the world, as long as he was strong enough, he would not be afraid of anything. He now has short-range teleportation, trio, wolf king, fire immunity, a bunch of life-saving skills, even if he can't beat him, he can run.

"Is anyone willing to lead the way? I can pay for it." He asked, taking out a bag of gold coins.

The two male refugees looked at the golden coins in the open bag with greedy eyes, but in the end they both shook their heads.

"Young man, if it is not very necessary, I advise you not to go." The old man said. Money is a good thing, but it must be spent with life.

After the questioning, Chen Xing left two bags of military rations and five gold coins. On the one hand, I was on my way, and on the other, I didn’t want to be invited to try the beetle rice cereal. I thought of it and I got stomach cramps. I guess I’m going to starve to death and I won’t eat it, right?