The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 161 He Can Be Replaced

There are a total of seven solar street lights on the central island. The square area in the middle of various simple buildings can be illuminated by them, and they are the only light source on the island.

Just like this, there are still many outsiders pointing at these street lamps, looking envious of having never seen the world.

The staff of the Niu Lanxi organization set up a posture in this area, and the respective booths of the foreign survivors were also arranged here.

During the daytime, the stalls of the aborigines were mostly for drinking and eating, but now it is different, food seeds, vegetable seedlings, various tools—even a small amount of thermal weapons and explosives are all listed.

There must be an almost 80-year-old aborigine uncle tremblingly holding out a double-barreled shotgun, scanning with satisfaction the outside survivors surrounded by three floors, and speaking in extremely substandard Mandarin,

"Hey, smear, there's no rifling, put your hands together and pick it up, and the ghosts and gods will turn away from 15 meters away, aim at the melon seeds on the zombie's head, and you can beat them into rotten watermelons~"

"I bored it bit by bit by myself, and there are 20 rounds of primer!"

"It's still too old. When I was young, I could figure out this kind of dirt spray by myself in half a month. Now, I have to squint my eyes and search for three to five days for every single primer!"

"Nothing else, Guan Bao Kang Zao, look at this solid porcelain, it's not a problem to hit people with a mallet, this gun stock is made of umber wood, it's auspicious, and it also absorbs sweat!"

A group of survivors really didn't expect this black and handsome double-barreled shotgun to be rubbed out by the hands of the uncle, and they were astonished.

"Master, what do you want to change?"

"There are only 20 rounds of bullets, and if the bullets run out, they will be useless."

"Praying is for viewing?"

"Your uncle will always be your uncle, real cow!"

"Any more?"

The old man waved his hand,

"I've been tossing around for a month to make this one. The short spout is half an elbow long. I can't hide anywhere on my body. In case one day I accidentally get thrown on the ground by a zombie, the spout just pulls it out like this. The biang is just one blow, the chest and the head, and there is a big hole everywhere."

"Hey, that's how it works. Whoever uses it when there are no disasters or disasters, no matter how many primers, it's not a loss if you can save a life at a critical moment."

"The old man's craftsmanship is no better than before, and it's even worse than the ones in your hands. I can hit the sprayer up to 15 meters. After 20 meters, I can't even kill a chicken."

"Young man, don't think that you can do it with a gun. You can't get hit with just a gun. Zombie. Do you call it a walking corpse or a living corpse? Anyway, that thing is not afraid of death, and it rushed up in a blink of an eye. , where there is time for you to aim slowly, it is serious to have more time to practice your skills."

"It's far away, the old man doesn't hate you. I've told you all about good and bad. I just want to exchange some delicious food for my grandson and some rations for our grandson. I don't want the coins."

No coins?

A group of survivors were not too surprised.
In this case, ready-made food is indeed the hardest currency.

It's not that food seeds are worthless, they are still precious, but the growth cycle and the water reserves that need to be consumed are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Moreover, in the past, hail was the most common, but now stones often fall from the sky, and how much can be recovered after planting in the ground can only be said to depend on God's will.

After a moment of hesitation, someone bid immediately:
"A bag of Wudeli Wheat Flour, not damp at all, 50 catties unopened, do you think so?"

"Two bags of noodles, one big rooster, one big hen that can only lay eggs!"

"Laugh, don't be ashamed," another guy said, "One and a half bags of rice, add four live rabbits, two males and two females, and you will have three or four litters a year, so you don't have to worry about eating meat!"

"Rabbits and chickens are indeed good things. It's a luxury to slaughter them and eat them, but you guys are a bit out of touch. At this time, how can you talk about raising chickens and rabbits? Who doesn't know how to count?"

"Two bags of rice, plus a dried half-sized wild boar, 90 catties!"

"Hold the grass, two bags of rice and one pig, just exchange 20 rounds of bullets? Are you crazy, have you never seen a gun?"

The old man was moved.

90 catties of air-dried wild boar meat, the taste is a little bit bad, but it can make their grandson and grandson eat meat for several months or even a year, which is really perfect for the grandson who is growing up
Among the crowd, Zang Wei said,

"A basket of big pancakes, a fat sheep, and a pair of high reading glasses for you."

The old man's muddy eyes lit up instantly,

"make a deal!!"

The tone was full of eagerness and excitement.

A group of survivors looked at each other, and suddenly realized.

"Good guy, I got a chicken stolen."

"Sister, you can do it!"

"Hey, why didn't I think of this."

"Thinking of a hammer, do you have a mirror?"

The old man enthusiastically held Zang Wei's hand, his face blushed, but he still asked, "Girl, that mirror."

Zang Wei and the old man walked aside,
"Here, someone will bring it to you. With a mirror, how many bullets can you make in a day?"

The old man thought about it,

"Girl, I have some materials. I can fry some clay and gunpowder, but the power will be less than this, and it will be very slow to make a good bullet. After all, there is no grinding tool, so you have to use a file to grind it. In this way, the old man Try as much as possible, before you leave, the old man will give you as much as you can make."

"That's not necessary."

Zang Wei hadn't finished speaking when he heard noises coming from over there.

"Holding the grass, damn it, a walking corpse in heavy armor??"

"It turns out that this thing can also be made into a servant of fate, so I raised my posture."

"The point is not whether it can be harvested as a servant of fate, but how they can kill it, right? I encountered that thing once before. Two gringo AKs emptied a few rounds of bullets. It's fine."

"That's outrageous!"

It was a walking corpse with bone armor and a height of [-] meters. Its footsteps were as heavy as a giant drum beating in the hearts of the people. Its green pupils looked down on the surrounding crowd indifferently.
Coincidentally, its eyes met Zang Wei's.

At that moment, Zang Wei's hairs all stood on end, and the strong trembling almost made her have the urge to run away.

Someone yelled,

"Fuck, look quickly!"

A larger figure of a beast jumped onto the island from the shadows outside the central island.

"what"

The survivors were in an uproar.

Violent and majestic, it actually gives people the illusion of a mysterious ancient beast that came out of the legend.

The most important thing is that there is a woman sitting sideways on the back of this beast.
Perhaps she was the source of the exclamation of the survivors.

The interweaving of light and dark is extremely powerful, and this vivid picture of Beauty and the Beast seems to be the most perfect interpretation of violent aesthetics.

Looking at the woman's chest outlined by the dim light and shadow, and completely without the exaggerated extent that the shadow is still unique, Zang Wei couldn't help frowning, and for some reason, such a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind:

"He can be replaced!"

(End of this chapter)