I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

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The next moment, he inserted the knife into his left hand, the blade sank into the flesh and bones, and the bones could be vaguely seen.

Iron Fist was a little confused, why did this person start stabbing himself without saying a word?

But when Lu Lian pulled the knife out of his hand, Iron Fist saw that Lu Lian's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, grass grew out of the bloody, bone-deep wound. .

"Okay, can we start talking now?"

He smiled.

Iron Fist was silent for a moment. He had seen some similar healing and recovery abilities, but he had never seen such an outrageous one from Lu Yi.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the wound was completely gone.

Of course, he can kill Lu Lian in front of him as mentioned before, but Iron Fist doesn't want to test how powerful the power behind a person with such an abnormal recovery ability is.

"You talk about your business."

"It's very simple. Let's join forces. When the time comes to find the treasure, we will get five or five points."

Lu Jian said in a deep voice.

"But I think we can find the treasure without you, unless you have some new information."

Iron Fist spread his hands and showed off his team.

"Do you know that there are saint remains in this ruin?"

Lu Bian asked.

Iron Fist didn't take it seriously, and this was the information he knew.

"You keep talking, I'm listening."

"Do you know that the remains of the saint are standing by your side now?"

Lu Bian asked again.

"!"

Iron Fist suddenly became tense, he turned around and looked around, there was nothing but his own people.

"You fool me?"

"No, it's really standing next to you."

Lu Jian pointed to the air beside Iron Fist.

There, the guy in white was looking around imitating Iron Fist, looking like a naughty kid.

Iron Fist looked along the position of Lu's tripping finger, but still found nothing.

He glanced at the faceless beside him, who was also at a loss.

"You better prove what you say."

Iron Fist squeezed his crystallized fist.

"Pure white clothes, long black hair, bare feet, looks like a man and a woman, his eyes are pitch black"

Before Lu Jian finished speaking, Iron Fist took a step closer.

"It's really here?"

Iron Fist lowered his voice and asked.

"here I am."

Lu Jian glanced at Iron Fist, and that guy also came closer, with his head just a few feet away from Iron Fist.

"Boss?"

Faceless was a little confused.

Iron Fist thought briefly, and quickly reached out to Lu Jian.

"Pleasant to work with."

"From today, we are comrades!"

Lu Juan firmly held the iron fist with his flesh-and-blood hand, and swung it vigorously.

===184. Do you have food here===

"By the way, I still have a companion here, don't you mind?"

Seeing that the cooperation has been negotiated, Lu Jian said again.

"do not mind."

Iron Fist responded, as if he had expected it.

On the wasteland, although other people may be enemies, very few people really act alone. If they are alone, they may die because of some minor troubles and injuries because they cannot get help. Therefore, the vast majority Most wasteland hunters travel with at least two people.

In the apocalypse where humanity is devoid of humanity, trust has become people's strongest weapon.

And wasteland hunters like Iron Fist, with the city-state as the core, brought group warfare to the extreme. Unless they encountered some particularly powerful monsters, such a team would run amok in the wasteland.

Lu Jian yelled, and Shia, who was hiding in the shadows, also came out.

Obviously, women are rare in the wasteland, let alone a clean and tidy girl like her.

Someone blew a whistle, but quickly restrained under the eyes of Iron Fist.

Under the current circumstances, it is the best choice for him and Shia to follow this group of people to explore underground in the ruins. However, Lu Jian doesn't think these people are really trustworthy, because they know more about the ruins, and they seem It is to actively look for it. In this case, it may be that these people are believers of some evil god, and they have a bad purpose.

"This is my companion, you can call her a mage."

Lu Jian introduced a sentence, and then said.

"One more thing, very important."

Hearing Lu Jian's words, Iron Fist's face became serious.

"Please say."

Since the remains of the saint can be seen, it means that this person is not simple, and Iron Fist's tone has become a little more respectful.

Maybe Lu Jian saw some monsters that ordinary people can't detect, or there is still information about this underground ruins.

"My companion and I haven't eaten for a long time, do you have anything to eat here?"

Lu Jian grinned.

"Prepare food for the two of you."

Iron Fist quietly clenched his fist.

Lu Yi originally thought that everyone in this wasteland world eats bugs for a living. Depending on the bugs, there may be differences such as bug soup, grilled bugs, fried bugs, steamed bugs, etc. Maybe every household uses them. There are several jumping bugs in this fence, and there may even be people from the Bug Protection Association calling on everyone not to hurt bugs anymore and to live in harmony with people and bugs.

But Lu Yi found that he was very wrong.

The giants eat bugs, probably because they are poor and have insufficient supplies, so they can only eat bugs.

But there are actually other creatures in this world.

For example, the soup in Lu Jian's hand, the floating pieces of meat, vegetables, and the refreshing aroma, this is definitely a delicacy that is many times more delicious than worms.

Wumian watched from the side, and couldn't help swallowing.

"This is the same food as our boss, don't be ignorant."

I don't know if it's based on competitiveness, or because I want to give Lu Jian a blow, so I said something without a face.

"Thank you Dade, thank you Dade."

Lu Jian hurriedly thanked Dade, he didn't mind if he had something to eat anyway.

Picking up the bowl, he took a sip of the soup first.

The rich meaty smell and oily flowers flowed into the throat along the warm soup. The salty taste was far superior to those worm delicacies. Lu Juan took two more bites of meat. Although he didn't know what kind of meat it was, The tender taste is completely different from the beating worm meat, but it has a delicious feeling.

"The taste is very good!"

Lu Yi felt that this exotic delicacy also had a special style.

On the side, Shia also picked up the bowl, rubbed some spell vigilantly, and then drank it at ease.

"tastes good."

She grunted and drank the whole bowl of soup and meat in three seconds.

So her sense of taste is also normal?

Lu Jian was suspicious.

While the two of them were drinking soup, the guy in white was also lurking around, sometimes appearing behind Iron Fist, sometimes imitating a wilderness hunter carrying things, and now he sat directly beside Shia, pretending Acting as if drinking soup.

"What meat is used in these soups?"

Lu Bian asked.

"What else can it be, of course it's a bug."

Faceless replied decisively.

"puff--"

Lu Jian almost spit out what he just drank.

Picking up the white meat in the bowl, it was really hard for Lu Jian to connect it with the bugs he ate last night.

Looking at it this way, maybe the main food in this world is really bugs.

Humanity has degenerated to such an extent!

While condemning the loss of the bottom line in the last days, he ate everything in the bowl.

As long as it tastes good, it doesn't matter if it's a bug.

And according to some anchors of survival in the wild, the protein of bugs is three times that of chicken, which is more nutritious!