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Chapter 152 Residential Area

"Brother Zhujun, keep an eye on them," Brother Wolf said, "I'll take two of them to the front to have a look."

Brother Zhu Jun nodded: "Okay."

"Add me." The guerrilla leader touched his armored fist.

Seeing that the tin cans of the fraternity were all on board, the captain of the Giant Spirit City Exploration Team said reluctantly, "There's me."

He doesn't have any ridiculous dedication, that kind of thing might as well be exchanged for one hundred thousand Groschen.

It's just that if this tin can, who shouts justice and is full of small thoughts in his heart, buys off one of the leaders of the Flying Potato Sect on the way forward, the people of Giant Spirit City will really die here.

Brother Wolf called two additional veterans to set off together.

The five people squatted down and headed for the residential area in an extremely cautious posture.

……

hiss!hiss!
A single basilisk roamed freely two meters away.

Brother Wolf made a lightning strike and cut off the snake's head with one blow.

The guerrilla leader stomped heavily, crushing the snake's head.

Is this a residential area?

Brother Wolf looked forward.

Rows of dilapidated board houses lay crumbling and rusting on the dry land.

The small window of the silent board room is dark and full of dust.

There is a table in the middle of the road, and a white human head is placed on the table.

The once sharp dagger was inserted obliquely from directly above the human head, and pierced into the table.

"Is this considered art?" The man from Djinn City grabbed the handle of the dagger.

"It's like a kind of sacrifice, using human heads." The voice of the guerrilla leader was filled with disgust.

He commented: "Some crazy wasteland wanderers will still do this kind of thing now."

The man from Giant Spirit City said: "Tie Cantou, when your head will be cut off and you will be used as a urinal by the homeless, remember to notify me in advance. I will give you a sacrifice, just like now."

He grabbed the dagger tightly and pulled it upwards.

I can't pull it out.

Just as he was about to push harder, Brother Wolf's voice came from his ear: "Let go! There is something below."

The Giant Spirit City man let go of his hand, and turned to lift up the entire skull.

A... syringe?It looks weird, and the glass tube that stores the liquid has been broken into a mess.

"Special drug." He read the label on the syringe.

Even if there was a special drug in the syringe, it has evaporated without any trace.

In other words, worthless.

"They pierced a person's head with a dagger, together with the syringe underneath," the guerrillas were a little puzzled, "I can understand the atrocities of murder; but, why is this special drug nailed here together? These special effects Shouldn't medicine be precious?"

The people of Giant Spirit City don't care about these.

He mocked: "Tin Can, if you can talk to someone who has been dead for many years, then do it quickly. Maybe after a while, you will become a member of the dead."

Special effects medicines, even if they are old; as long as they are well preserved, those special effects medicines that are very likely to deteriorate still have some research value.

So are research papers, records archives.

For the Djinns, there is a more intuitive way to count these values: Groschen.

The higher the value, the more money you can get in exchange for the Giant Spirit Glory Company.

If you come to a small harvest, you will get rich.

"Don't use a gun." Brother Wolf walked around the table and led the two veterans forward. "There are very few basilisks here, but there may be a lot of them hiding in the house. Don't disturb them."

In the board room, some quilts were half lifted, and some plates still had food and drinks left on them.

On the front left, a pair of half-melted rubber slippers were neatly placed outside the door of the board room.

Remove a thick layer of dust, and let everything corroded by time return to the past. Brother Wolf may even think that the people here have just left and will return soon.

There is no trace of mess, which means that when these people walked out of the prefab room, they must have felt that it didn't take long, and they didn't have any sense of crisis.

It's just that they went out and never came back.

What exactly happened?
"It's too weird here," said the man from Giant Spirit City. "It looks like someone is there, but there is no one there. The dark windows of these board houses always make me feel like someone is watching me secretly, right behind the window."

The guerrilla leader said: "Company dog, have you used the prosthetic body Sean Westan for too long, and it is already corroding your spinal nerves? I think you might as well stay here and find a bed to lie down, so as not to go crazy and accidentally injure innocent people."

The people of Giant Spirit City were unusually silent.

He took out an immunosuppressant, hesitated for a while, and still didn't inject himself.

At the level of prosthetic use just now, only two immunosuppressants can eliminate the sequelae, and three is too wasteful.

This level of immunosuppressant costs [-] groschen per bottle, and it is impossible to bargain with the prosthetic doctor.

An angry snake man rushed out of the board room on the right, and was easily dealt with by the guerrilla leader's power armor.

He looked into the board room.

A few extremely young snake people let out ear-piercing screams.

They slowly crawled to the side of the snake man who had just died, holding the scales of the snake man with both hands.

On that ancient bed, a snake man with his stomach ripped apart, the black and red blood flowing out had already coagulated.

Two thin lines crossed, and the young snake people were divided into two halves.

"Are you still talking about me?" The man from Giant Spirit City shook off the blood on the single-molecule thread, "Tin Can, I think you are going crazy! Are these basilisks staying here, waiting for them to grow up and kill you? "

The guerrilla leader didn't make a sound, but strode into the board room.

He stretched out his armored hand to observe the lower body of the snake man.

"People of the God Religion, what should I call you?" the guerrilla leader asked, "Have you ever learned in Giant Spirit City, the way snakes give birth to offspring?"

"Call me wolf." Brother Wolf replied.

He thought about the information about snakes, and said with his weak memory: "It seems... is it egg-bearing, or egg-bearing?"

"I think so," the guerrilla leader's voice lowered. "Either give birth to snake eggs, or let the snake eggs hatch in the tail, and wait for the baby snake to swim out by itself. But what about this?"

The three of them watched the snake man's body.

The guerrilla said in a deep voice: "This is a very typical way for humans to produce offspring. Even these organs are very similar. The wolf, this basilisk, died of dystocia, bleeding profusely. Compared with the conspicuous snake-like features, I feel They're more like humans in snakeskin."

"So what? It might be a hybrid between a monkey and a snake," the people from Giant Spirit City dismissed. "Even if it's a mutant of a human being, before the distortion reaches this level, he'd lose his mind long ago."

Brother Wolf had a more terrifying idea.

He said: "These basilisks are much different from normal human beings, but what about their ancestors? If their ancestors were deformed humans, they reproduced each other. In the end, they became these basilisks—"

"Then their human characteristics can be explained. The large group of basilisks here are actually the deformed humans who stayed here during the catastrophe." The guerrilla leader had the same idea as Brother Wolf.

People in Giant Spirit City don't bother with these things.

He cut off all the uneasiness neatly: "I don't admit that these basilisks have any kinship with me. Human beings who have been strongly deformed should be shot, let alone these bastards. The monster illustration book in Giant Spirit City is fine. There is one more creature: demihumans, snake people."

Brother Wolf had a question.

According to what he knew, the location of the distortion should be random, and the symptoms could not be unified at all.

Why do so many humans produce highly unified distortions, and even evolve into the subspecies of snake people?

(End of this chapter)