After taking off his coat, he saw a row of bloody holes on his arms, two of which were particularly large and bleeding profusely.
Chen Xing took out the medical disinfectant spray from the car and sprayed it on the wound for a while, grinning in pain. Then he took out the bandage, wrapped the wound with his hands and mouth, then took out the antidote and gave himself an injection. The insect-transformed wolf carries rabies and zombie viruses, which must be purified, otherwise their lives will be in danger.
Without the trio, he didn't dare to stay where he was. As he moved forward, he looked for a suitable hiding place. Along the way, you will continue to encounter corpse dogs and living dead in twos and threes, but they are not fast, so just avoid them.
After continuing for more than two hundred kilometers, he found a pile of rocks. After checking around, he found nothing unusual, except for some white insect eggs in the cracks of the stones. Perhaps he had seen too many insect eggs recently, so he didn't take it to heart. Then he parked the motorcycle under the stones and climbed up.
It is now four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is setting, and it is not so hot anymore. He took off his coat, unwrapped the bandage, applied medicine to himself, and bandaged it again. His physical evaluation is only 12 points, which means that he is only 20% faster than a normal person. Such a wound requires at least twelve hours of rest to recover.
But it only restores mobility, not wounds. After resting for a while, he took out the kerosene lamp and cooked himself a bowl of vegetable luncheon meat noodles. After eating, he lay down on the warm stones and rested with his backpack on his pillow.
Gradually, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he fell asleep.
"Da da da……"
In the middle of the night, Chen Xing was awakened by a stabbing pain in his head. He quickly pulled out his pistol, took out his flashlight, and shined it in the direction where he sensed danger.
The incandescent light quickly locked onto its target - a palm-sized black scorpion, its whole body as black as ink, reflecting cold light. A scorpion tail rolled upwards, and its sting was pointed and long, making people feel uncomfortable all over.
This is the Gobi black scorpion, which is extremely poisonous. Its sting can kill an elephant. Only then did Chen Xing connect the eggs in the cracks of the rocks with them. It turned out that this was the perfect breeding ground for the black scorpions.
Chen Xing took aim with the pistol, hesitated for a few seconds, then put it back on his waist and used the dagger instead. If you shoot in the wilderness in the middle of the night, the sound and firelight will travel far and attract the attention of wild creatures or humans.
"Rustling, rustling..."
He seemed to hear a fine rubbing sound in his ears, and he couldn't help but look down, feeling a chill go down his spine.
I saw densely packed black scorpions crawling under the rocks, which made my scalp numb. After a brief hesitation, Chen Xing took out two incendiary grenades and rolled them to the side and near the locomotive.
"Bang bang!"
There were two muffled sounds, and fire shot into the sky. The black scorpions were afraid of fire and immediately fled away. Chen Xing jumped off the rock, got on his motorcycle, and quickly fled the scene.
After running a few kilometers, he slowed down, turned off the engine, and stopped. Driving in the wilderness at night, like fireflies, the sound of the engine and lights will attract a lot of unknown dangers.
"Huhuhu..."
Not long after he stopped, several pale shadows rushed over. When the flashlight shined, it was the corpse dog. Chen Xing did not dare to use a gun, so he drew a dagger and rushed over. With his current strength, it would be easy to kill several corpse-eating dogs. After a while, all the pipes were cut off and covered with soil to prevent the smell of blood from dissipating.
After working until midnight, Chen Xing did not dare to sleep anymore. He sat in the car and closed his eyes to rest.
After staying up for several hours, a bright light finally appeared on the horizon. Chen Xing started the motorcycle and continued heading towards the Gari tribe.
Halfway through, in order to avoid a small stone, Chen Xing twisted it hard, but the wound was pulled, and he almost let go of his hand in pain. He couldn't help but think that it would be nice to have a quick healer, who could do a little work and be back to normal immediately.
I don’t know why, but Ye Yang Bailiu’s talent as a healer shows no sign of awakening. Could it be that some opportunity is needed?
Will the course of history be changed because of him, just like Big Cat did?
Thinking of this, he shuddered a little. Once history changes drastically, he loses the advantage of foresight, and many things will develop in unforeseen directions.
But it didn't take long for him to regain his composure. A philosopher once said that there is inevitability and contingency in history. Some things will change and some will not.
Just like, he was able to achieve his current status because of his experience in three lives, which is inevitable, and because of good luck, he was able to be reborn, which was accidental.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Xing finally arrived at the location marked by Quick. In front of you is a forest of Populus euphratica, with thick and twisted trunks, dry and cracked bark, yellow and green leaves, and multiple branches in the tree body, like a palm emerging from the ground. It is ugly and terrifying.
Populus euphratica is one of the most common plants in the wilderness. It is known as the "hero tree" and is the soul of life in the desert. Its vitality is extremely strong, resistant to heat, drought, salt and alkali, and wind and sand. It has the reputation of "it will not die for a thousand years if it is born, it will not fall for a thousand years if it dies, and it will be immortal for a thousand years if it falls".
Normally, in semi-desert areas, the presence of Populus euphratica forest means there is water source, which is suitable for human habitation. Therefore, many refugee tribes choose to live next to the Populus euphratica forest, where they can dig wells to collect water, protect themselves from wind and sand, and hunt desert animals in the forest, such as barren mountain martens, hyenas, and hares.
However, the diet of refugees is relatively wide, and even corpse-eating dogs eat it. You know, cadaver dogs often eat the corpses of the living dead. Eating cadaver dogs is equivalent to indirectly cannibalizing humans.
Although the living dead can no longer be called "human", they have always evolved from human corpses, and their appearance and bones are exactly the same. Eating them will definitely have psychological effects, even if it is indirect. What's more, they also carry the living corpse virus.
Chen Xing drove along the periphery of the Populus euphratica forest, and sure enough, he soon saw a refugee tribe. The earth-grey tents covered with patches stretched over a large area.
Some children in tattered clothes were running around in the open space between the tents, some were playing, and some were driving goats or black pigs.
Refugee children have to work since they were young, taking one or two sheep or pigs with them and looking for food everywhere. These meat animals are called "sand-shaving sheep" and "mountain patrol pigs". Their meat is delicious. When mature, they will be sold to big towns for consumption by nobles and wealthy people.
This kind of special meat is not cheap. The market price is three to four silver coins per kilogram. But in fact, the income of the refugees is very low, and the purchase price from the vendors is only a few copper coins per kilogram. The reason is simple. Vendors take great risks and travel long distances, and freight costs alone account for more than 70%.
"Is this the Gari tribe?" Chen Xing asked the child next to the tribe.
When the children saw him, not only did they not answer, but they dispersed and ran away, as if they had seen some monster.
Not long after, a dozen young men came over, holding spears or old shotguns in their hands, looking at Chen Xing warily.
The two sides observed each other for a while, and Chen Xing said loudly: "I am a friend of 'Red Wolf' Quirk!"
The young men suddenly beamed with joy, put down their spears and picked up their shotguns. The leader stepped forward, opened his arms, hugged Chen Xing, and said, "Welcome, friend of Quick."
Although the other party's body was covered with greasy and pungent sweat, Chen Xing still reluctantly cooperated in order to show friendship.
