Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 642 Skeleton Station
The corpses of the ancient behemoths lay across the vast land, with their ribs sticking up like a gray cage, with the yellow sand that could not escape swirling around in it like a whirlwind.

And at the feet of these fossils, a hideous giant skull lay on the ground.

Its lower jaw was shattered, its mouth slightly open, but its skull just happened to form a natural hut, with a round table and white jade chairs placed inside...

But it is the back teeth of the giant beast.

A middle-aged drifter was directing a dozen of his men to clean the skull. A thick smoke rose from the stove and flowed out from the broken eye sockets. The gurgling gray-green color seemed like the soul of the giant beast that had not yet died.

He is the boss here.

Just as an ordinary relay substation in the Shek Kingdom is surrounded by a group of drifters who live together and form a shipwreck town, the depression lagoon surrounding the Tech Hunters' branch in the south has attracted countless drifters in addition to the locals of the lake town to seek a living.

And the radiation range is even wider.

Just like this boss, he runs an inn business so far away from the depression lagoon. He can't find the big swamp even if he walks for dozens of miles... But in the household register of technology hunters, he is still regarded as a drifter dependent on the lake town.

"This time the beast disaster ended so early." He couldn't help but sigh.

He was not referring to the beast disaster when Shandi was invaded, but the second wave of disaster when the Boneyard Wolves, Beaked Orangutans, etc., after plundering Shandi, reproduced and returned to the Boneyard with their cubs.

After all, this is their hometown.

The boss makes a living here by providing supplies and accommodation for passing caravans. It is the only one of its kind nearby.

It seems to be a huge profit, but it still depends on luck.

After all, if a beast disaster came, not to mention that no caravan would dare to trek across the wilderness, even he himself would have to lead his team members to flee back to the vicinity of the depression lagoon to seek shelter.

If you want to survive, you can only make a big profit during the gap.

The mechanics of the Depression Lagoon looked through historical data, calculated the results carefully, and issued a warning through the Technology Hunter:
It is said that the intensity of this beast disaster is no less than in the past, and the duration may be even longer, so people around should be careful.

Reduce going out.

The wealthy businessmen and travelers are fine as they have deep financial resources, but it is hard for those of them who have no wealth and are drifting around... But compared to being buried in the bloody mouth of the beaked beast, the rest are minor problems.

At the beginning, the boss was just like other drifters and didn't dare to go out at all.

But he has always asked people to closely observe the developments in the outside world.

Only then did he discover that the Skeleton Wasteland seemed different from what the mechanic had predicted: there was no herd of beasts sweeping across the wasteland, and although there were scattered traces of ferocious beasts, they were by no means rampant.

Perhaps the mechanic in the city also discovered it, but he was very confident and insisted that his calculations were correct. The beast disaster was not over but had not come yet... But the boss could no longer hold back and took his men out to seize this stronghold.

Now two months have passed. Although we encountered some dangers during this period, they were all within an acceptable range.

This gamble paid off.

"I didn't expect that the mechanic in Lake Town would make mistakes." Whenever the drifter thought of this, he couldn't help but feel complacent.

After all, even the tech hunter, who was not in the same class as him, could not ignore the mechanic's opinions and had to take them into consideration.

As for those competitors who watched him venture into the wasteland of bones and laughed at him in confusion... they ended up missing out on the opportunity.

Don't even mention how jealous I must be right now.

It’s refreshing just thinking about it.

"Work harder and try to get a few more orders!" the middle-aged man urged, "Everyone will be able to go back to Lake Town and have fun soon."

Of course, he knew he won by luck.

It was said that the mechanic's predictions had never failed in the past, and this time there was no beast disaster, which was really an exception. There were only two possibilities: either the beasts stayed and plundered in Shandi, or they were wiped out in that grassland.

From the boss's own perspective, the former is too tragic, and it makes me feel sorry for him. If it's the latter...

He recalled a rumor that had been circulating among the drifters recently.

There are those who are braver than himself and have gone to Shem in person to seek opportunities.

He wouldn't dare.

Could the rumors be true?
But the boss who runs this inn which was rebuilt around the skeleton of a giant beast has received many people from wandering tribes in the past and heard their stories... Isn't that rumor adapted from the pastoral songs of Shem?
Novels can now be taken seriously.

Therefore, although the boss was emotionally willing to believe that Shandi had resisted the beast disaster, his actual actions were still to prepare for the worst-case scenario.

If things don't go right, run away at any time.

After all, if it is true as the mechanic master argued, the beast disaster has not come yet?
"Oh no." Seeing that his partners were a little clumsy, the middle-aged man grabbed a rag and simply did it himself.

The empty-handed clerk scratched his ground shyly, looked left and right, and peered out along the gaps between the broken bones. Suddenly he exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, look!"

"What are you doing again..." The middle-aged man held his waist, followed the other person's gaze, and then the words in his throat got stuck.

Even the rag in his hand fell to the ground.

Everyone's attention was drawn to that place, and they saw the sky outside filled with yellow sand, but there was no wind.

Faintly.

There is also the sound of beasts roaring!
At this time, in this land...

Could it be that a beast disaster is coming?

Several people suddenly panicked. While they were feeling relieved, they had actually been feeling a little uneasy and worried in their hearts.

It was ignited right now.

Coincidentally.

At this distance, you can’t escape even if you run.

My life is at an end...

At this moment, a clear sound of a bone flute penetrated the yellow sand and the noisy roar, and floated into everyone's ears.

Floating in the vast sky.

As the flute sounded, the speed of the beasts' advance seemed to be controlled and gradually slowed down, and the yellow sand in the sky settled, revealing their true appearance.

But it is not a ferocious beast.

"He's a beast tamer from the Land of Flash..."

The boss was well-informed, but he roughly estimated that the beasts in the distance were strong and there were at least a hundred of them. It was impossible to affect the actions of so many animals at once...

It was his first time seeing it.

As the herd of animals approached, the distance was close enough to reveal the people below, like a caravan.

"What are you still standing there for? He's a customer!" Some of the guys nearby were still staring in shock, but were woken up by a direct scolding from the drifter boss.

He simply picked up the rag and put it on his shoulder, pressed the weapon for self-defense behind his waist, walked out of the sharp mouth of the giant beast, and walked forward with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)