Arriving in the wasteland west of the outer city, Chen An smelled a faint stench.
It smells like sulfur, dung, and strange spices and substances mixed together.
Squatting down slightly, Chen An discovered that the smell came from the reddish-brown soil.
"There should be nothing in the wasteland. Let's go to the wine cellar and have a look." Chen An said softly. At the same time, he felt his wrist being pulled by Ding Ping, and the same thing happened to Yin Qiaoxian on the other side.
Turning his head and taking a look, Ding Ping nodded to himself.
The three of them walked slowly towards the wine cellar along the edge of the red soil.
Not long after, the low bungalow appeared in front of everyone.
The rotten wooden door was ajar on the gray-white stone bricks, and there was a faint smell of stinky wine lees coming from the dark interior.
Chen An first threw a "scare box" in.
With the spiritual guidance as "dove" and the chirping of doves, the wine cellar seemed to be rampaged by doves.
After waiting for a while, there was no movement.
Chen An turned on the flashlight and let the light shine in.
It was a mess inside.
It looked like it had been looted. There were only collapsed tables and chairs, a dark ceramic wine jar on the side, and many glass fragments with spider webs on the ground. There was nothing of value.
"Over the years, people from the outer city have respected the horror-level 'traveler' Akna, but they have also looted this place many times." Chen An sighed inwardly. He carefully threw out the Laughing Rabbit, and under "shared gaze" , the eyes seemed to be dyed with a layer of black and red filters, and it also had the effect of night vision goggles.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no dangers or creatures in the wine cellar, Chen An quietly waved and entered with Ding Ping and Yin Qiaoxian.
The smiling rabbit jumped back to Chen An's waist, and the three of them also turned on the flashlights of their mobile phones.
"I feel like there's something in the wine tank." Ding Ping said softly.
Chen An turned around and looked at her with confusion. The wine cellar was small and ordinary, and he didn't feel any strange fluctuations.
Following Ding Ping's wishes, they walked to a large brown-red ceramic vat in the deepest part.
The large vat was 1.6 meters high and looked old. It was covered with mud and dirt. The wooden round lid was also rotten and covered with black and green damp spots.
Ding Ping didn't mind it, she reached out and picked up the wooden lid and put it aside gently.
At this moment, a strong and stinky smell of wine lees spewed out from the tank.
Chen An wrinkled his nose and said, "Is there something inside?"
Ding Ping put the flashlight on her mobile phone over, and with the white light shining on it, Chen An and Ding Ping saw...
The bottom of the wine vat was covered with a black, viscous, gelatinous substance, which looked like wine paste that was about to dry out, or disgusting dirt.
"These are the strange origins of the 'drunkard'?" Chen An bared his teeth. Do you want Ding Ping to eat this thing?
Ding Ping's face turned a little pale. Fortunately, as the induction approached, she shook her head and said: "No, it's not these, it's deeper. There should be something under the wine tank."
The three of them worked together to push open the heavy wine vat, and a slightly loose brick was exposed on the stone tiles on the floor that were dissatisfied with dirt and cobwebs.
"It's a hidden trough." Chen An squatted down and asked the Smiling Rabbit to use the "eroded thread" to take out the loose stone bricks.
The Laughing Rabbit's weird face stiffened for a moment, and it made a "hiss!" sound.
My corrosive threads should be sewing "sweaters" on human skin, or burrowing into people's brains! Not for moving rocks!
Even so, the Smiling Rabbit still opened his mouth, struggled to let the dirty threads get entangled in the loose gaps of the stone bricks, and then slowly moved the stone bricks out.
"Thank you, little Bunny." Ding Ping also squatted down. She chuckled and patted the head of Laughing Rabbit's puppet.
As the flashlight illuminated, a dark red wooden box was revealed in the dark slot.
"Please." Chen An smiled and looked at the Laughing Rabbit.
Under the entanglement of "eroded and dirty threads", the dark red, palm-sized wooden box was taken out and placed on the dirty ground.
Ding Ping felt slightly and nodded, her eyes a little excited.
"This is it, I can feel the longing for it in my body! This is the horror-level 'Drunkard' strange source of the 'Pure One in Gray' path!"
Chen An blinked. After receiving Ding Ping's approval, he carefully opened the box.
Suddenly, a stench that was different from the previous one, but with a mellow and strong aroma of wine, filled the nostrils!
It was an amber-colored, slime-like substance. Under the light of a flashlight, one could vaguely see strange real and illusory symbols in it.
"So simple?" Chen An couldn't believe it. This...has obtained the "alcoholic" essence? It's like a joke.
"But we did get it." Ding Ping also felt a little incredible.
This is so dreamy!
There is no battle, no weirdness, no danger, just rely on the "news" sold by the exchange, walk over, sense it, move it out, and you get it!
"Perhaps, this is the 'drunkard' source material that Akna purchased in order to study potato brewing. Strange source materials on the same path seem to be able to sense each other, but the distance must be close enough." Chen An pondered: " There are almost no mutants in the outer city, they are pure ones in gray clothes, and when they come here again, these conditions have not been met...well...put it this way, it is reasonable."
only...
Watching Ding Ping pick up the wooden box and everyone was about to leave, Chen An subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
"induction"?
"Induction" between strange sources on the same path?
If, as an "idiot", Ding Ping can detect the existence of the "alcoholic" essence nearby, then...
What is the sense of longing that arises in my heart?
Chen An's eyes slowly stared into the depths of the wine cellar. Under the dilapidated, half-collapsed wooden table, there seemed to be a sense of longing from the depths of his soul.
Chen An approached quietly, squatted down, and found that three grooves could be vaguely seen among the broken debris.
The groove is very deep and very small. It exists in the gap between the wall and the floor. The dark hole is only a few centimeters in diameter.
As he got closer, the "thing" that seemed to exist behind made Chen An's "feeling" stronger.
Three grooves...what does it mean? It looks like a mechanism...
Suddenly, Chen An's eyes froze.
He saw the superposition of broken wood on the ground, revealing some light yellow traces. He had not paid much attention to it before, but now he suddenly discovered that they looked like bones!
In my mind, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded!
"It's your breath." This was Chen Sheng's voice.
Chen An was a little confused.
Is that my own breath on those bones?
"Why?" Chen An responded in his heart. He didn't know where to think for a while.
Chen Sheng's voice emerged in his mind, and he seemed a little emotional and a little hesitant: "It's you, that's right, this may involve your past, um... Do you still remember the 'God-Creation Plan'?
Have you ever thought about it,
Why,
you,
Chosen to be a 'vessel of truth'? "
When Chen An heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank.
This was something he had never thought about.
My initial feeling was that it was too long ago and had nothing to do with the present.
"This wine cellar is probably related to you." Chen Sheng said slowly and hoarsely: "You are right, it is the strange source of the horror-level 'traveler' on the path of the ignorant clown calling you.
If my guess is correct, it is very likely that this wine cellar was left behind by you.
It's "you" not "the you who is going to kill you". "
Chen An stared blankly at the light yellow bone fragments.
"What's wrong? Little Chen An, have you discovered anything new?" Ding Ping's clear and sweet voice came from behind.
Chen An took a breath, stood up, smiled at Ding Ping, and said, "It's nothing. I want to see if there are anything else useful here. Let's go. You're really lucky. You can do it after you go back." Set out to become an 'alcoholic'."
"Let's go home." Chen An pushed Ding Ping's back, grabbed Xue Yue'er's malicious little hand, and walked towards the outside of the wine cellar.
