"Ni, nihao, master..."
These two refugees speak very poor Mainland China lingua franca, so they probably communicate in the local dialect. The reason why they were friendly was not because they were kind, but because they saw Chen Xing carrying a gun.
Chen Xing took out two bags of military rations from the storage space. The two male refugees were dumbfounded. They may not have seen space objects, but they definitely knew that this was "a method only used by big shots." They became more and more honest, lowered their heads, and obeyed.
"Look at this map and tell me how to get there. They are yours." Chen Xing connected the portable screen to the black watch and brought up the hand-drawn map for the two of them to see.
These refugees are very weak and do not need to worry about the trouble caused by leaking information. The two refugees looked at it for a long time, then shook their heads and said that they didn't know, but the village elders might know.
The refugee's residence must not be far from the water source. After a while, Chen Xing followed the two people to the village. This is a relatively flat place in the lee of Stone Mountain, with twenty or thirty old and patched tents hanging there. Women were working outside the tent, and children were playing nearby. When they saw strange travelers entering the village, they all looked up. A bolder boy ran over and babbled something to one of the male refugees. Probably because he was annoyed by the child, or out of protection, after a few words of conversation, the male refugee made a gesture of hitting someone, and the boy ran away quickly.
In the middle of the village, a scythe beetle corpse was placed on a wooden stand. The tissues inside the carapace were hollowed out, and the compound eyes were hollow.
The environment in the depths of the wilderness is very harsh and it is difficult to rely solely on planting and production, so the refugees will hunt weaker mutated creatures and eat everything except living corpses.
Since the bodies of mutated creatures are rich in spiritual energy and mutated genes, the physical fitness of refugees will be much higher than that of ordinary people, and they may even become top powerhouses. It is said that Michael Luoluo is from the refugee tribe, but the probability is more than ten times lower than the potion refined through the factory.
The flesh of mutant creatures contains a large amount of toxins and a complete imprint of the life of the species. Eating it directly will have three results. The best is to become stronger, and the rest is to die from poisoning and become a monster due to excessive genetic mutation.
The refining of the factory is to purify the spiritual energy in the corpse and destroy the life imprint of the species into incomplete imprints or imprint fragments. While humans absorb the abilities of mutated creatures, they will not be eroded by the alien life imprints. This phenomenon is in academic circles. It is called "imprint replacement".
That is, when a powerful life imprint confronts a weak life imprint, the weaker one will be replaced. In short, if an overly weak person eats the flesh of a sickle beetle, it is likely that he will mutate into a beetle, and eventually become a half-human, half-insect monster.
But there are advantages and disadvantages. A large amount of spiritual energy will be lost during the refining process in the factory. If you don't save one out of ten, the efficiency of direct consumption will be very high.
This is what happened when Chen Xing directly swallowed the crystal core of the Wolf King 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, the toxins will always act on the human body, and long-term consumption will damage the original life span. Therefore, the life span of refugees is generally between thirty and forty years old, and reaching seventy years old is considered a long life.
An old woman was stirring the food in the pot with a wooden pole. The food was dark, like a paste mixed with many things. When it was stirred, colorful tubes could be seen, which could vaguely be judged to be the blood vessels and nerves of insects. Chen Xing felt a little nauseous after just one glance. This thing was really not for human consumption.
Although the two male refugees leading the way looked quite strong, probably with elite-level or elite-level strength, the exposed skin on their backs and shoulders had some black spots, which were toxins gradually accumulated under the skin after long-term consumption of mutated creature meat. .
There are a large number of refugees in this world, and they are not included in the population of 3 billion. Unofficial estimates indicate that there are 700 million refugees in the world. Some of them are forced and some are voluntary. Isn't it an option to stay away from the disputes of the world and run your own small family?
The village in front of us, located in the center of the Grasse Hills, is most likely the latter. It is isolated from the world, but its living environment is a bit poor, otherwise it would be a paradise.
There is a stone cave in the innermost part of the village. There are two braziers at the door. Standing next to it is a strong man holding a spear and carrying a rifle.
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. He babbled a few dialects and then got out of the way.
The cave is not deep, just walk seven or eight meters to get there. The ground was covered with unknown animal skins, and the air was filled with the smell of herbs. A skinny old man knelt down at the small table. Behind him were many bottles, jars, stone medicine bowls and some stone utensils with no apparent purpose.
The male refugee walking in front stepped forward, chirped a few words, and pointed at Chen Xing, probably explaining Chen Xing's identity and purpose of coming.
"Young strong man, on behalf of the Asan tribe, I welcome you."
The old man stood up and saluted. In the wilderness, the strong are respected. Regardless of age or status, the one with the toughest fist is the boss.
Chen Xing gave the map. The old man looked at it carefully for a while and said, "Go west for thirty kilometers and you will see Yingzui Rock and then walk a few kilometers to the north. But it is not a good place. I went there when I was young. , you will encounter some strange things.”
"What happened?" Chen Xing asked.
"It's easy to get lost there, and the marks on the tree trunks will disappear strangely. When fog suddenly arises in broad daylight, you can hear songs in the fog, like ghosts singing, and the trees seem to be whispering, as if there are many people there. Watching you secretly and talking about you, the feeling is indescribably terrifying. I thought I could pick up something good, of course I did, and sold it to a passing businessman in exchange for two mountain camels..."
The old man's voice became softer and softer, and his eyes shone with fear, as if he had seen some terrible sight.
But these are nothing to Chen Xing. He has been a man for three generations and does not believe in any gods and ghosts in the world. As long as he is strong enough, he is not afraid of anything. He now has short-distance teleportation, trio, wolf king, fire immunity, and a bunch of life-saving skills, so he can run away even if he can't be beaten.
"Is there anyone willing to lead the way? I can pay you." 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's not absolutely necessary, I advise you not to go," the old man said. Money is a good thing, but it must be spent wisely.
After asking, Chen Xing left two bags of military rations and five gold coins and left. On the one hand, I was in a hurry, but on the other hand, I didn’t want to be invited to try the beetle rice cereal. Thinking about it makes my stomach cramp, and I guess I won’t eat it even if I’m about to starve to death, right?
