The construction of outposts requires tools.
And there is still a lot of required amount.
For example, forging tongs and hammers, axes for cutting trees, saws for breaking wood, and other small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails, wrenches, etc.
Without tools, many tasks will either be difficult to unfold, or even if they are unfolded, they will be extremely inefficient.
For example, the plastering knives used by players at the outposts to repair walls are all substitutes made of mosquitoes in WC.
In fact, if it was the first few years of the Wasteland Era, these tools could be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops, etc.
Thanks to advanced materials technology before the war, these things are usually of better quality.
However, two hundred years have passed, and the places that are easy to loot have long been plundered. Places with rich resources such as department stores and repair shops were even the old nests of survivors in the early years, and it was impossible for them to have much left.
However, everything is not absolute.
Just as until today 211 years later, scavengers can still find a little pity from the wasteland, there will always be some good things left by careless people.
These items are usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivor settlements, placed on shelves as garbage for passing caravans to choose from.
Chu Guang’s idea is very simple.
He planned to pull two players into caravans and go to nearby Brown Farm to trade in exchange for the supplies needed by the outpost.
Before leaving, I changed into my pick-up casual clothes.
Chu Guang took Ye Shi and Fang Chang, set out from the south gate of the Wetland Park, avoided No. 76 Street, and advanced along the dilapidated path towards the southeast.
The distance between Bate Street and Brown Farm is about the same. The straight line distance on the map is about three kilometers. The only difference is that one is in the south and the other is in the southeast.
As for why you chose Brown Farm, the reason is actually very simple.
One is that no one knows me, let alone knows my background.Another thing is that the road to Brown Farm will be a little easier to walk, and there will be relatively fewer ruins through the journey.
But even so, the distance to hiking on the wasteland is actually far more than the number of three kilometers.
The group stopped and stopped along the way, bypassing the unpassable ruins. During this period, not only should they be wary of alien species, but they also had to be careful of being targeted by ill-intentioned survivors.
Finally, before nine o'clock in the morning, the group arrived near the destination.
At the end of the mud road, there was a spacious iron door, and on both sides of the iron door were walls made of concrete stones.
The wall is not high, just under three meters. There are a row of aluminum alloy canopies and steel bars inserted on the wall. It seems that industrial garbage has been used to increase the height outside.
The dense bullet holes on the wall and the gallows hanging from skeletons outside the wall all show that the people here are not easy to mess with.
It can be seen from the street signs on the roadside that before the war it was once a pastoral farmhouse.
All signs indicate that in the early days of the collapse of order, survivors who escaped from the city occupied the place.
Unlike Bet Street.
Mr. Brown, the farmer of Brown Farm, is a real landlord, and there are not a large number of free people here like Bate Street.
There are only two identities of people living here, either they are thugs of the farmer or serfs.
However, Chu Guang was not too worried that the other party would be malicious. Any forces that had two pieces of land to plant rarely attacked outsiders. After all, those who were wearing shoes had to consider whether it was worth bullying barefoot.
Walk to a position about ten meters away from the iron gate and stop.
Chu Guang raised his right fist and signaled the two players behind him to stop.
Just as the group stopped, a black barrel also stretched out between the aluminum alloy plates on the wall.
Showing out weapons means no hostility.
It seems that this contact is quite successful, and Chu Guang breathed a sigh of relief.
The man standing on the wall shouted fiercely.
Hey hey hey, stop!Who are you?What are you doing here!
We have no malice, we just want to exchange something with you.He signaled the players behind him not to be nervous, and Chu Guang looked at the man in front of him without changing his face and said.
Change something?
The man quickly glanced at the cart behind the three of them, and did not move his index finger away from the trigger, but still stared at Chu Guang with a suspicious look.
I have never seen you, where did you come from?
Chu Guang brought out the speech prepared in advance.
From the wilderness, we have recently migrated to this area.
The man asked hesitantly.
Nomads?
Chu Guang shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.
It depends on how you understand.
Nomads are not uncommon in wasteland, especially in suburbs, and can even be said to be a relatively common existence.
These people usually do not enter the city and mainly wander in the wilderness between cities.
They do not farm, but make a living by grazing and hunting, chasing the footsteps of alien species and animal groups, migrating from one area to another, and occasionally doing business like merchants, using the hunted prey and the picked garbage for daily necessities.
Of course, they occasionally do business of robbing families.
There are no good or bad people in the absolute sense on the wasteland. Under certain circumstances and conditions, anyone may become a predator.
The man did not trust the three people in front of the door immediately, but the guns held by the three people made him dare not act rashly.
Especially I don’t know how many people there are in their tribe.
What are your goods?What are you planning to change?
50 kilograms of dried bacon, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 pieces of fur from mutant hyena... We need hardware tools and food grown in the ground.I promise that we will leave when the transaction is completed and we will never stay here for an extra second.
Finally, he believed that this group of people was here to trade. The man slowly pulled back the muzzle that stretched out the cover and said in a warning tone.
You are waiting here, I will go back and ask for instructions.
Please do.
After saying that, Chu Guang stood quietly and waited.
The two players behind him were whispering in a low voice.
This survivor is a bit awesome... I'm talking about the architectural style here, which has the flavor of post-apocalypse.
Indeed, it seems that there is a lot of content this time.
Is that the new NPC?
It should be, I just don’t know what he was talking about.
Ghost knows, I only know that expression looks quite owed to beat...
I think too.
No one likes being pointed at by a gun.
Chu Guang also doesn't like it.
But after all, I can't be resurrected, so I still have to be more restrained when I'm wandering outside.
Without waiting for too long, the iron door in front quickly opened.
A wooden trailer was pulled by a handcuffed serf and walked out of the wall under the surveillance of two gunmen.
The trailer was piled with sacks filled with grain and tools stuffed with wooden frames.
The man who had previously called Chu Guang on the wall also walked out of the door and stared at him with bright eyes.
Liu Zhengyue.
Chu Guang.
The two of them simply shook their hands and quickly let go.
Looking at Chu Guang, Liu Zhengyue continued.
I want to know what kind of meat is carrying on your car.
The dried bacon is all the meat of mutant hyenas, and the smoked fish are catfish and crucian carp, so you can check it casually.Chu Guang said calmly.
He knew what this man was worried about.
Liu Zhengyue did not talk nonsense, walked forward, reached out and lifted the plastic cloth on the cart, and approached it and checked it carefully.
Especially those bacon, they are the targets of the focus.
He took out a knife from his waist, picked a piece of jerky that was pretty good, cut off a piece of thumb-sized part, and threw it to the serf who was pulling the cart.
have eaten.
The serf did not dare to resist and quickly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth, for fear of being beaten after slowing down, so he chewed it for a while and said quickly.
It is the meat of a mutant hyena, without salt, pure air-dried.
It is normal to have no salt smell. After all, this place is inland. Liu Zhengyue didn't say much, and waited quietly with his eyes slightly closed.
Almost ten minutes passed.
Seeing that the serf did not react at all, his eyebrows were slightly relaxed, he looked back at Chu Guang, and said with his hands as he gestured at the numbers.
1 kilogram of bacon, smoked fish, exchange for 2 kilograms of green wheat, or 2 kilograms of lamb horn potato.Change the fur tool, change the other one.
The horn potato is a rhizome crop that tastes a bit like a potato and is shaped like a goat's horn.
Because it is rich in a lot of carbohydrates and is easy to store and grow, this thing is like green wheat and is the main food ration for survivors in the nearby area.
When he was on Bet Street, Chu Guang once saw survivors planting this thing at his doorstep, such as the Yu family opposite.
Chu Guang had tried planting before, but he gave up quickly.
It’s not that he can’t grow it, but that he has to go out to pick up scatters every day, and no one at home watches him. The first crop just grew a little, and I don’t know which family is leaving…
It might be a good idea to buy some horn potatoes and go back to the outpost to grow them.
1 kilogram of bacon should be exchanged for at least five kilograms of grain, and half of each green wheat and wool potato.In addition, these furs are all top-quality furs, and each piece needs to be replaced with at least three tools. Chu Guang shook his head and said, "I have been to Bet Street, don't think I don't know the market."
It's just for bargaining.
However, what Chu Guang did not expect was that after listening to his offer, Liu Zhengyue did not bargain, but looked at him with a look of surprise.
Could it be that I am too high?
Just as Chu Guang was wondering whether to take the initiative to give in, the man in front of him finally came back to his senses, looked at Chu Guang with a strange look, and nodded slowly.
……make a deal.
Do these people never bargain in business?
Chu Guang was stunned at first, but his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he immediately cursed in his heart.
Grass!
That dog said the mayor!
Even the price of food is so daring to mess around!
The two players next to them were confused throughout the whole process. After all, they could not understand the communication between the manager and the indigenous person in front of them.
But seeing that man nodded...
Should it be the transaction?
But for some reason, the manager's face was not very good-looking.
50 kilograms of dried bacon and 20 kilograms of smoked fish were replaced by 350 kilograms of green wheat and wool potatoes, which filled with more than a dozen sacks.
The remaining ten pieces of fur were replaced by thirty tools.
When Chu Guang was choosing tools, he chose all alloy products with better quality, preferably pre-war production.
Don’t look at it, these are all old antiques from two hundred years ago.
In terms of quality, it is better than imitations made of iron or pure steel by the indigenous people on the wasteland.
Liu Zhengyue didn't say anything, and didn't care about Chu Guang's picking and choosing at all.
Obviously, there are still a bunch of these tools in the farm, and 80% of them were sold by scavengers nearby who picked up garbage, and the merchants passing by picked up the remaining ones.
After the grain was weighed, it was loaded onto the cart.
Liu Zhengyue and Chu Guang shook hands, and a stiff smile finally squeezed out from his face, which was tense due to distrust.
Welcome again.
I will.
We also have some variants of tobacco leaves here. Do you need them?Liu Zhengyue took out a small handful of dried tobacco leaves from her pocket and sold it to Chu Guang that it can relieve fatigue and can also increase the flavor when wrapped around the food, which is very useful.
Next time, we have nothing to trade.
If possible, Chu Guang originally wanted to buy one or two slaves to go back to call him, but as he said, he had nothing to trade.
Maybe next time?
No, no, my friend, this pack does not charge money, it is a gift for you.
Liu Zhengyue stuffed it into Chu Guang's hand with a smile, and this time his smile was much more skillful than before.
Heard that it was given away, Chu Guang stopped refusing and accepted it decisively.
Although he doesn't smoke this thing, he can still exchange it for one or two chips when selling it.
Draw yourself?
Impossible.
The transaction is finally completed.
Chu Guang ordered Fang Chang to drag the cart on the road, and finally shook hands with Liu Zhengyue, and then turned around and followed him.
On the way back, Chu Guang was in a very good mood.
This transaction can be described as a bumper harvest.
The two players who came with him were in a good mood and were discussing excitedly at this moment.
Is this called Brown Farm?
Fang Chang: Well, I remember this name too... If nothing unexpected happens, today we should be testing the trading system and the new neutral power base!It’s just my guess that a brand new way of running a business should be updated next. Do you still remember what Dog Planning told us before?The economic system of wasteland OL will be designed according to a completely real demand supply system, and it is essential to exchange materials with other survivors' gathering places!I guess this part of the content will be updated within two versions!
Ye Shi: Mom, I am looking forward to the public beta after you said that!
Fang Chang: It is probably too early to open the public test. This game company has a lot of ambitions, and there is probably a lot of content to test.But I feel that there is no need to wait for the public beta. By the internal beta stage, the game content should be very rich!
Ye Shi: But then again... are you sure you are talking about dog planning here, Brother Guang can't hear it?
Fang Chang took a breath of cold air.
Hiss...cao, I'm so panicked when you say that.Brother Guang, I was wrong, I would rather be my father!
Chu Guang: ...
never mind.
Just pretend that I didn't hear it.
As a conscientious NPC, Chu Guang did not participate in the discussion between the two players. His eyes were naturally scattered around, seemingly wandering casually, but in fact he was observing that there might be dangerous shadows in every place.
It's around 10 am now, which is a relatively safe time.
But you can't take it lightly.
On the wasteland, anything can happen.
Have you heard any sound?Ye Shi, who was just talking to Fang Chang, suddenly stopped and frowned and looked around.
sound?
Fang Chang was slightly stunned. Although he heard nothing, his steps stopped.
Chu Guang frowned, looked around alertly, and his index finger unconsciously pushed the security on the gun.
He also heard the sound...
It's the breath of a different species!
Chu Guang suddenly raised his head and looked at the building along the street with vines in front of the right. He saw a hateful monster crawling on the wall. His gray-black skin almost blended with the wall, and his scarlet eyes locked everyone motionlessly.
It has no legs, replaced by four slender and explosive arms, with dry fingers like hooks, firmly securing the body to the wall of the concrete structure.
The muscles in the chest were gently undulating, and a human leg bone was held at the corner of the bloody mouth, and the hissing breath exuded a desire for flesh and blood.
Chu Guang's pupils suddenly contracted, almost shrinking into a point.
Crawler!
And there is still a lot of required amount.
For example, forging tongs and hammers, axes for cutting trees, saws for breaking wood, and other small tools such as screwdrivers, screws, nails, wrenches, etc.
Without tools, many tasks will either be difficult to unfold, or even if they are unfolded, they will be extremely inefficient.
For example, the plastering knives used by players at the outposts to repair walls are all substitutes made of mosquitoes in WC.
In fact, if it was the first few years of the Wasteland Era, these tools could be easily found in hardware stores, department stores, repair shops, etc.
Thanks to advanced materials technology before the war, these things are usually of better quality.
However, two hundred years have passed, and the places that are easy to loot have long been plundered. Places with rich resources such as department stores and repair shops were even the old nests of survivors in the early years, and it was impossible for them to have much left.
However, everything is not absolute.
Just as until today 211 years later, scavengers can still find a little pity from the wasteland, there will always be some good things left by careless people.
These items are usually sold by scavengers to nearby survivor settlements, placed on shelves as garbage for passing caravans to choose from.
Chu Guang’s idea is very simple.
He planned to pull two players into caravans and go to nearby Brown Farm to trade in exchange for the supplies needed by the outpost.
Before leaving, I changed into my pick-up casual clothes.
Chu Guang took Ye Shi and Fang Chang, set out from the south gate of the Wetland Park, avoided No. 76 Street, and advanced along the dilapidated path towards the southeast.
The distance between Bate Street and Brown Farm is about the same. The straight line distance on the map is about three kilometers. The only difference is that one is in the south and the other is in the southeast.
As for why you chose Brown Farm, the reason is actually very simple.
One is that no one knows me, let alone knows my background.Another thing is that the road to Brown Farm will be a little easier to walk, and there will be relatively fewer ruins through the journey.
But even so, the distance to hiking on the wasteland is actually far more than the number of three kilometers.
The group stopped and stopped along the way, bypassing the unpassable ruins. During this period, not only should they be wary of alien species, but they also had to be careful of being targeted by ill-intentioned survivors.
Finally, before nine o'clock in the morning, the group arrived near the destination.
At the end of the mud road, there was a spacious iron door, and on both sides of the iron door were walls made of concrete stones.
The wall is not high, just under three meters. There are a row of aluminum alloy canopies and steel bars inserted on the wall. It seems that industrial garbage has been used to increase the height outside.
The dense bullet holes on the wall and the gallows hanging from skeletons outside the wall all show that the people here are not easy to mess with.
It can be seen from the street signs on the roadside that before the war it was once a pastoral farmhouse.
All signs indicate that in the early days of the collapse of order, survivors who escaped from the city occupied the place.
Unlike Bet Street.
Mr. Brown, the farmer of Brown Farm, is a real landlord, and there are not a large number of free people here like Bate Street.
There are only two identities of people living here, either they are thugs of the farmer or serfs.
However, Chu Guang was not too worried that the other party would be malicious. Any forces that had two pieces of land to plant rarely attacked outsiders. After all, those who were wearing shoes had to consider whether it was worth bullying barefoot.
Walk to a position about ten meters away from the iron gate and stop.
Chu Guang raised his right fist and signaled the two players behind him to stop.
Just as the group stopped, a black barrel also stretched out between the aluminum alloy plates on the wall.
Showing out weapons means no hostility.
It seems that this contact is quite successful, and Chu Guang breathed a sigh of relief.
The man standing on the wall shouted fiercely.
Hey hey hey, stop!Who are you?What are you doing here!
We have no malice, we just want to exchange something with you.He signaled the players behind him not to be nervous, and Chu Guang looked at the man in front of him without changing his face and said.
Change something?
The man quickly glanced at the cart behind the three of them, and did not move his index finger away from the trigger, but still stared at Chu Guang with a suspicious look.
I have never seen you, where did you come from?
Chu Guang brought out the speech prepared in advance.
From the wilderness, we have recently migrated to this area.
The man asked hesitantly.
Nomads?
Chu Guang shrugged and gave him an ambiguous answer.
It depends on how you understand.
Nomads are not uncommon in wasteland, especially in suburbs, and can even be said to be a relatively common existence.
These people usually do not enter the city and mainly wander in the wilderness between cities.
They do not farm, but make a living by grazing and hunting, chasing the footsteps of alien species and animal groups, migrating from one area to another, and occasionally doing business like merchants, using the hunted prey and the picked garbage for daily necessities.
Of course, they occasionally do business of robbing families.
There are no good or bad people in the absolute sense on the wasteland. Under certain circumstances and conditions, anyone may become a predator.
The man did not trust the three people in front of the door immediately, but the guns held by the three people made him dare not act rashly.
Especially I don’t know how many people there are in their tribe.
What are your goods?What are you planning to change?
50 kilograms of dried bacon, 20 kilograms of smoked fish, and 10 pieces of fur from mutant hyena... We need hardware tools and food grown in the ground.I promise that we will leave when the transaction is completed and we will never stay here for an extra second.
Finally, he believed that this group of people was here to trade. The man slowly pulled back the muzzle that stretched out the cover and said in a warning tone.
You are waiting here, I will go back and ask for instructions.
Please do.
After saying that, Chu Guang stood quietly and waited.
The two players behind him were whispering in a low voice.
This survivor is a bit awesome... I'm talking about the architectural style here, which has the flavor of post-apocalypse.
Indeed, it seems that there is a lot of content this time.
Is that the new NPC?
It should be, I just don’t know what he was talking about.
Ghost knows, I only know that expression looks quite owed to beat...
I think too.
No one likes being pointed at by a gun.
Chu Guang also doesn't like it.
But after all, I can't be resurrected, so I still have to be more restrained when I'm wandering outside.
Without waiting for too long, the iron door in front quickly opened.
A wooden trailer was pulled by a handcuffed serf and walked out of the wall under the surveillance of two gunmen.
The trailer was piled with sacks filled with grain and tools stuffed with wooden frames.
The man who had previously called Chu Guang on the wall also walked out of the door and stared at him with bright eyes.
Liu Zhengyue.
Chu Guang.
The two of them simply shook their hands and quickly let go.
Looking at Chu Guang, Liu Zhengyue continued.
I want to know what kind of meat is carrying on your car.
The dried bacon is all the meat of mutant hyenas, and the smoked fish are catfish and crucian carp, so you can check it casually.Chu Guang said calmly.
He knew what this man was worried about.
Liu Zhengyue did not talk nonsense, walked forward, reached out and lifted the plastic cloth on the cart, and approached it and checked it carefully.
Especially those bacon, they are the targets of the focus.
He took out a knife from his waist, picked a piece of jerky that was pretty good, cut off a piece of thumb-sized part, and threw it to the serf who was pulling the cart.
have eaten.
The serf did not dare to resist and quickly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth, for fear of being beaten after slowing down, so he chewed it for a while and said quickly.
It is the meat of a mutant hyena, without salt, pure air-dried.
It is normal to have no salt smell. After all, this place is inland. Liu Zhengyue didn't say much, and waited quietly with his eyes slightly closed.
Almost ten minutes passed.
Seeing that the serf did not react at all, his eyebrows were slightly relaxed, he looked back at Chu Guang, and said with his hands as he gestured at the numbers.
1 kilogram of bacon, smoked fish, exchange for 2 kilograms of green wheat, or 2 kilograms of lamb horn potato.Change the fur tool, change the other one.
The horn potato is a rhizome crop that tastes a bit like a potato and is shaped like a goat's horn.
Because it is rich in a lot of carbohydrates and is easy to store and grow, this thing is like green wheat and is the main food ration for survivors in the nearby area.
When he was on Bet Street, Chu Guang once saw survivors planting this thing at his doorstep, such as the Yu family opposite.
Chu Guang had tried planting before, but he gave up quickly.
It’s not that he can’t grow it, but that he has to go out to pick up scatters every day, and no one at home watches him. The first crop just grew a little, and I don’t know which family is leaving…
It might be a good idea to buy some horn potatoes and go back to the outpost to grow them.
1 kilogram of bacon should be exchanged for at least five kilograms of grain, and half of each green wheat and wool potato.In addition, these furs are all top-quality furs, and each piece needs to be replaced with at least three tools. Chu Guang shook his head and said, "I have been to Bet Street, don't think I don't know the market."
It's just for bargaining.
However, what Chu Guang did not expect was that after listening to his offer, Liu Zhengyue did not bargain, but looked at him with a look of surprise.
Could it be that I am too high?
Just as Chu Guang was wondering whether to take the initiative to give in, the man in front of him finally came back to his senses, looked at Chu Guang with a strange look, and nodded slowly.
……make a deal.
Do these people never bargain in business?
Chu Guang was stunned at first, but his previous experience in sales made him immediately understand what was going on, and he immediately cursed in his heart.
Grass!
That dog said the mayor!
Even the price of food is so daring to mess around!
The two players next to them were confused throughout the whole process. After all, they could not understand the communication between the manager and the indigenous person in front of them.
But seeing that man nodded...
Should it be the transaction?
But for some reason, the manager's face was not very good-looking.
50 kilograms of dried bacon and 20 kilograms of smoked fish were replaced by 350 kilograms of green wheat and wool potatoes, which filled with more than a dozen sacks.
The remaining ten pieces of fur were replaced by thirty tools.
When Chu Guang was choosing tools, he chose all alloy products with better quality, preferably pre-war production.
Don’t look at it, these are all old antiques from two hundred years ago.
In terms of quality, it is better than imitations made of iron or pure steel by the indigenous people on the wasteland.
Liu Zhengyue didn't say anything, and didn't care about Chu Guang's picking and choosing at all.
Obviously, there are still a bunch of these tools in the farm, and 80% of them were sold by scavengers nearby who picked up garbage, and the merchants passing by picked up the remaining ones.
After the grain was weighed, it was loaded onto the cart.
Liu Zhengyue and Chu Guang shook hands, and a stiff smile finally squeezed out from his face, which was tense due to distrust.
Welcome again.
I will.
We also have some variants of tobacco leaves here. Do you need them?Liu Zhengyue took out a small handful of dried tobacco leaves from her pocket and sold it to Chu Guang that it can relieve fatigue and can also increase the flavor when wrapped around the food, which is very useful.
Next time, we have nothing to trade.
If possible, Chu Guang originally wanted to buy one or two slaves to go back to call him, but as he said, he had nothing to trade.
Maybe next time?
No, no, my friend, this pack does not charge money, it is a gift for you.
Liu Zhengyue stuffed it into Chu Guang's hand with a smile, and this time his smile was much more skillful than before.
Heard that it was given away, Chu Guang stopped refusing and accepted it decisively.
Although he doesn't smoke this thing, he can still exchange it for one or two chips when selling it.
Draw yourself?
Impossible.
The transaction is finally completed.
Chu Guang ordered Fang Chang to drag the cart on the road, and finally shook hands with Liu Zhengyue, and then turned around and followed him.
On the way back, Chu Guang was in a very good mood.
This transaction can be described as a bumper harvest.
The two players who came with him were in a good mood and were discussing excitedly at this moment.
Is this called Brown Farm?
Fang Chang: Well, I remember this name too... If nothing unexpected happens, today we should be testing the trading system and the new neutral power base!It’s just my guess that a brand new way of running a business should be updated next. Do you still remember what Dog Planning told us before?The economic system of wasteland OL will be designed according to a completely real demand supply system, and it is essential to exchange materials with other survivors' gathering places!I guess this part of the content will be updated within two versions!
Ye Shi: Mom, I am looking forward to the public beta after you said that!
Fang Chang: It is probably too early to open the public test. This game company has a lot of ambitions, and there is probably a lot of content to test.But I feel that there is no need to wait for the public beta. By the internal beta stage, the game content should be very rich!
Ye Shi: But then again... are you sure you are talking about dog planning here, Brother Guang can't hear it?
Fang Chang took a breath of cold air.
Hiss...cao, I'm so panicked when you say that.Brother Guang, I was wrong, I would rather be my father!
Chu Guang: ...
never mind.
Just pretend that I didn't hear it.
As a conscientious NPC, Chu Guang did not participate in the discussion between the two players. His eyes were naturally scattered around, seemingly wandering casually, but in fact he was observing that there might be dangerous shadows in every place.
It's around 10 am now, which is a relatively safe time.
But you can't take it lightly.
On the wasteland, anything can happen.
Have you heard any sound?Ye Shi, who was just talking to Fang Chang, suddenly stopped and frowned and looked around.
sound?
Fang Chang was slightly stunned. Although he heard nothing, his steps stopped.
Chu Guang frowned, looked around alertly, and his index finger unconsciously pushed the security on the gun.
He also heard the sound...
It's the breath of a different species!
Chu Guang suddenly raised his head and looked at the building along the street with vines in front of the right. He saw a hateful monster crawling on the wall. His gray-black skin almost blended with the wall, and his scarlet eyes locked everyone motionlessly.
It has no legs, replaced by four slender and explosive arms, with dry fingers like hooks, firmly securing the body to the wall of the concrete structure.
The muscles in the chest were gently undulating, and a human leg bone was held at the corner of the bloody mouth, and the hissing breath exuded a desire for flesh and blood.
Chu Guang's pupils suddenly contracted, almost shrinking into a point.
Crawler!
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