A group of people walked among the ruins of the old city.
Because of the large lineup, the team was not as cautious as before. Along the way, if they see any lone zombies, Master Dong's guards will eagerly step forward to kill them.
It seems that in order to compete for favor in front of Master Dong, these guards not only rush to take action, but even compete with each other, so that this team always smells of gunpowder.
What made the incident even more out of control was that in order to compete with each other, these guards began to actively approach areas with more zombies.
This undoubtedly increases the risk factor for the team.
Shen Yijin was anxious in his eyes. He was a businessman but not a stick, so naturally he didn't want to take risks.
But he couldn't speak, so he could only sigh in fear.
"If I had known better, I wouldn't have traveled with these lunatics." Yan Xiong cursed.
Yan Xiong is a person who gets paid to do things, and what he fears most is that something will happen. Isn't it good to be able to complete the task safely?
But these guys actually took the initiative to look for trouble, which is just seeking death.
Everyone dared to get angry but did not dare to speak out. The reason was that Master Dong was too prominent.
"Who is this Master Dong? Are you afraid of being like this?"
Song Ziyu also became interested and couldn't help but ask Shen Yijin.
Shen Yijin whispered: "Mr. Song, don't you know about the family of golden blood?"
Song Ziyu shook his head blankly.
Aren't you afraid of lead and mercury poisoning if you have gold or silver blood?
Shen Yijin explained: "Ever since the Miluo City State established a unified political power, it has always divided humankind by bloodline. The families with this golden bloodline are all wealthy families without exception."
"That's it?"
Song Ziyu was stunned. Isn't this just a variation of the remaining clan system?
Could it be that in the wasteland world, all human beings are being imprisoned by zombies, and the clans are not extinct yet?
The clan system is truly a cancer of mankind.
Song Ziyu couldn't help but sneer and said: "Human beings have come to this day. Sometimes when I think about it, it is entirely their own fault. You can't blame others."
Shen Yijin continued: "This is not a simple classification, it is also about the degree of human evolution!"
"Oh? Tell me in detail!"
Song Ziyu became interested.
Shen Yijin explained that the vast area under the jurisdiction of Miluo City-State was joined by hundreds of cities, and it belonged to the era of huge city-states.
The managers and prominent families of these city-states can stand out and become a powerful family or a central overlord. In addition to financial and material resources, the biggest criterion is the degree of evolution.
For example, Shen Yijin's family, the Shen family, was classified as a silver family. This was because there were silver-level experts within three generations of the family.
The reason why Master Dong's family is so prominent in Chixu is that three generations of their family have a gold-level powerhouse.
"So, how are the silver grade and gold grade determined?"
Song Ziyu asked curiously.
"It mainly depends on ability and merit!"
Shen Yijin thought for a while and said: "The most important thing is ability! As long as the ability is strong enough, you can support a family... For example, Master Dong from Dong Cuishan, although he is just a playboy who is nothing, but in other words His father is a fifth-level psychic warrior, and his eldest brother Dong Haotian has a bright future. He has already advanced to the fifth-level ranks at a young age. The city lord of Chixu even asserted that as long as Dong Haotian can live to be forty, he will have a chance. Hit the eighth level mark."
Song Ziyu was stunned for a while. He was unfamiliar with the classification standards of this wasteland world. There was no systematic standard to judge. After listening for a long time, he could only say in a low voice: "It seems very awesome."
"I wonder what level of expert you are, Mr. Song?"
Shen Yijin asked cautiously.
"I do not know either."
Song Ziyu shook his head blankly.
In my own era, it was Mane who was competing, and his father was competing, and it was not about killing legends. Who the hell cares about level.
Unfortunately, times have changed, and the standards for determining identity have also changed.
But one thing seems to have not changed, and that is the face of human beings pursuing fame and fortune.
At this time, Shen Yijin added: "The hundreds of cities in Miluo City are not static. Once a family does not have outstanding figures for several generations, it will be difficult for their family's identity and status to be guaranteed. On the contrary, ordinary people Once a member of the family has an adventure, they may soar into the sky... This is a very bad era, but there is still a path and room for improvement, so I think this is also a good era."
Hearing this, Song Ziyu suddenly felt that this era seemed to be much better than the civilized world in which he lived.
In my own era...the ascending passage has been blocked, the Zhumen will always be the Zhumen, and the Bamboo Gate will always be the Bamboo Gate.
"Bad times? Good times! Lao Shen, it's a pity that you are a businessman. You should be a philosopher." Song Ziyu sighed.
Shen Yijin asked blankly: "Whose family is the philosopher?"
"Old Hei, have you seen that zombie in front of you?"
One of Master Dong's guards was dressed in black, and his red cape was particularly eye-catching. From a distance, one would have thought he was Superman who had not taken off.
This man's face was full of arrogance, and he looked domineering and domineering.
Don't blame him for being arrogant, because he has the capital to be arrogant!
He is one of the only fourth-level warriors in Master Dong's escort team!
The other guards seemed to be born to be a head shorter than him, and this person's only goal was to suppress the thin, dark man in the team.
At this time, the man was pointing at a mutated zombie a hundred meters away and speaking to the thin black man beside him who was also a guard.
"I saw it, so what?" the thin black man responded coldly.
"Believe it or not, I can take the zombie's head from a hundred meters away!":
The cloaked man chuckled.
The black-faced man sneered when he heard this, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "That's a second-level mutant zombie. Do you think you can kill it if you can?"
"What? You don't believe it?" The cloaked man sneered.
The black-faced man said solemnly: "Zhou Xiang, it's not that I look down on you. Even a fifth-level psychic warrior can hardly kill a second-level mutant zombie a hundred meters away. Your ability is simply not up to that level. Such a long distance."
"What should we bet on?"
The cloaked man named Zhou Xiang asked.
"What do you want to bet on?"
asked the black-faced man.
"I heard that you bought a beautiful woman snatched from the East at the slave market. I'll bet you on that woman!"
Zhou Xiang opened the small bag he carried with him and took out something from it. It was a small bottle of green potion.
"Gene Potion!" Lao Hei's expression changed: "This thing is your treasure, do you really dare to bet on it?"
Zhou Xiang sneered and said: "I have a lot of skills and can make a lot of money. I can just buy it when the time comes. What can't I gamble on? Besides, the effect of this bottle of secondary genetic medicine is not ideal. I still don't like it... …But you are different.”
Zhou Xiang stared at the black-faced man and smiled: "As a fourth-level berserker, your genes must have reached the critical point of being uncontrollable, right? Without the maintenance of genetic medicine, you may collapse at any time due to overdraft."
"Damn it, how come you even know this?" Lao Hei's expression changed drastically, and he stared at Zhou Xiang with eyes like a dead fish.
Zhou Xiang laughed when he heard this and said, "Don't get excited. This is no secret. Don't you know how painful it is when you twitch at night?"
Hearing this, the thin black man fell silent.
After pondering for a second, the thin black man replied: "I'll bet with you!"
"Hahahaha! You are such a fool."
Zhou Xiang laughed, and then pulled out a small flying knife from the weapon belt at his waist.
At this time, Master Dong also saw this scene and immediately became interested.
"I want to add a bonus!"
With that said, Master Dong took off the gloves he was carrying and raised them in the air and said, "This is a pair of wolfskin gloves, a real good thing. Whoever wins, this thing will belong to him."
The two were overjoyed when they heard this and thanked them one after another, while the other guards went into melon-eating mode, pointing and pointing at each other.
Yan Xiong, who was not far away, was very excited when he saw this scene.
"What, are these gloves expensive?"
Song Ziyu asked.
