Global Wasteland: I can enchant items

look.

Want to go up to level two.

You also need to absorb some of the monster's life energy.

Continue to move forward.

on the way.

I encountered several strays in a row.

Kill directly.

No treasure chest was obtained, but the level of the little skull finally reached level 2 after absorbing the corpses of three wanderers.

But what is a little strange is that the appearance of this little guy is the same as before.

"How strange!"

Jiang Mingyuan scratched the back of his head, wondering.

Logically, it shouldn't be like this.

The level has indeed reached level 2, and the strength and speed have indeed improved somewhat, but the appearance is still the same as at level 1.

"never mind."

Jiang Mingyuan didn't want to get entangled in this either.

As long as his strength improves, it doesn't matter whether he is tall or not.

Continue on your way.

The time came to 20 minutes.

Jiang Mingyuan stood at the highest point of the mountain, looking down, a basin surrounded by mountains appeared in his sight, and in this basin, a small town was located on it.

"town?!"

Jiang Mingyuan's eyes widened.

His eyesight is not bad. Through the red rain curtain, he can see that the buildings in the town are in a style similar to the ancient West. With the blessing of the red rain curtain, it looks a little weird.

"I bet there must be a trigger event in a place like this."

"Guys, has anyone been to this place?"

"More than 20 people who have watched the live broadcast of Dry Blood Mountain come to report, and there are really no survivors in this place."

"That's a new discovery!"

"Anchor, hurry up, go down and check."

The number of people watching the live broadcast has reached 67, and it is still rising. It seems that the small town in front of me has attracted traffic.

This small town is definitely a must.

The purpose of his coming to this secret realm is for the incident.

After observing the surrounding slopes, Jiang Mingyuan took the little skull and rushed towards the small town at the foot of the mountain.

……

The so-called going up the mountain is easy and going down the mountain is difficult.

Because of the bloody rain, the entire mountain was very slippery. If one was not careful, he would turn his back on his back and fall a big somersault. Fortunately, Jiang Mingyuan was extra careful along the way.

at last.

At 30 minutes.

Came to the foot of the mountain intact.

Turn around and look at the little skull.

This guy had a lot of red dirt on his body, and the originally clean blue coat was also stained blood red by blood and mud.

And himself.

Not much better.

Go forward again.

You can reach small towns.

Jiang Mingyuan thought for a moment.

Take out the enchanted wooden helmet, armor, shield and iron sword from the backpack, and give it to the little guy to equip it.

"Let's go!"

Done.

Then walked towards the small town.

Chapter 113 Okay, then I accept it

An isolated small town.

Under the red rain curtain, it looked desolate and strange. Along a bumpy red cement road, one person and one skeleton came to the outskirts of this small western-style town.

In armor helmet.

Jiang Mingyuan opened his eyes wide and observed everything in sight.

This is an old western style town.

The town is dilapidated, and most of the houses are uneven wooden houses with rock foundations. The tallest house is about six or seven meters high, and the roof ridge is covered with dense black tiles.

keep going.

The dirt floor under the feet turned into blue-gray stone bricks, starting from here, forming a wide road extending to the entrance of the town.

Open the system backpack.

Taking out the Shadow Knife, Jiang Mingyuan stepped on the stone brick floor and walked forward.

soon.

Came to the entrance of this town.

in sight.

A simple door beam appeared.

There is no door that opens and closes.

The door beam is constructed of wood, and the whole body is blood red.

There is a low city wall extending on both sides. Seven or eight oak barrels soaked in red rainwater are piled up on the left side of the gate. The surrounding weeds are very lush, and there are a few blood-red trees.

The line of sight shifted, looking into the town through the door beam.

...and saw nothing but silence.

"There seems to be no one in this town?"

Call ~

A cool breeze blows.

The leaves rustled.

Pursing his lips and clenching the shadow knife in his hand, Jiang Mingyuan walked into the town with the little skull.

"It feels a little weird!"

"Brothers, this atmosphere feels like a horror movie, haha, so excited."

"Shouldn't a lot of zombies come out later!"

"possible."

"Woo, I dare not look at it."

"The anchor is really fresh, so I just walked in."

……

The number of live viewers has reached more than 300.

There are also more than 60 subscriptions.

But at this time, Jiang Mingyuan didn't pay attention to these, but focused on observing the surrounding environment and possible changes and dangers.

After entering the town.

On both sides of the road are compact western-style classical houses, and the doors and windows of each house are closed, so it is impossible to see what is going on inside.

To be on the safe side.

Jiang Mingyuan sent Xiaokulou to test the truth.

"Giggle..."

The little guy holds a shield and an iron sword.

Walking towards the wooden house on the left, and soon came to the wooden door of this building, looked back at Jiang Mingyuan, then put away the iron sword, and knocked on the wooden door with pale bone hands.

dong dong dong-

A polite knock on the door...

after this.

I saw a rush of footsteps in the old house, from near to far, and in an instant, this clear sound of walking came to the door.

"who is it?"

A slightly hoarse female voice.

There were actually people in the house, but Jiang Mingyuan, who was wearing a helmet, was full of surprise when he heard the voice.

What the woman just said.

He can understand.

This situation...

Is it the same kind inside? !

at the same time.

The live broadcast room was also lively.

"Damn it, there's a living person inside!"

"Fuck, it's a woman."

"This person speaks his mother tongue, so it's possible that he is also a survivor, so the anchor is not the first to come here."

"Quick, communicate."

……

The woman inside spoke her mother tongue, and the only thing Jiang Mingyuan could think of now was that this person was a survivor like him, so he stepped forward, waved the little skull standing outside the door to his side, and shouted directly:

"That, may I ask, is it a survivor?"

Straightforwardly state this sentence.

It is the fastest way to judge the same kind.

Click!

With this sentence.

The wooden door opened suddenly, and a young black-haired woman with a red windbreaker on her upper body and black leather pants on her lower body walked out with an iron sword in her hand.

"Wow, beauty!"

"The figure is pretty good, but I don't know what kind of personality is, so the anchor hurried to ask for contact information."

……

The woman glanced at him.