Chapter 676 The Camp of Weeping (1)

"What's this?"

Not far away, the voice of Sha Ou was heard. After rushing out of the convoy with four survivors, she ran back in an armed Humvee to support Xiao Yuxin. She did not expect to see this amazing scene. ╔ ╗^/very literary/^

"Sealing Demon Card."

Xiao Yuxin came to the car and handed the card to Shaou: "This giant zombie is now a pet, and when it recovers from its injuries, it will become a powerful fighting machine."

Just because Shaou was willing to come back to rescue at the risk, she has determined that this person is qualified to know some of her secrets, and God's Chosen or Awakened Warrior is not special news at all. People with too good ideas will also become more well-behaved, at least when they make decisions, they will not be rash.

"It's amazing!"

Sha Ou looked at the magic sealing card, and returned it to Xiao Yuxin: "Using this thing is not a simple application, is it?"

"That's right, when the luster on the top fades, energy and spiritual power must be injected into it. People who have not undergone special cultivation basically cannot use it."

"What a pity! If this is the case, ordinary people can't use it. ╔ ╗" said a survivor.

"Not necessarily, who knows what changes will happen in this world. Using magic crystals can replenish energy. If a way to replenish mental power can be found, ordinary people may also be able to use this kind of card. However, the most important thing is not these, But the production of these cards is too troublesome." Xiao Yuxin said.

The materials used to make the demon-sealing cards and the strength of the sealer determine the level of the sealed monsters. For example, the batch of sealing cards she is currently refining are made from the materials she obtained in previous demon trial missions. Advanced stuff, but today's earth is contaminated with the demonic energy of the abyss, the dead energy of the underworld, and some other unclear substances. Under the influence of these factors, animals, plants, and even human beings have mutated, but to different degrees. Along the way, she discovered several materials that could be used to refine demon-sealing cards, but these materials could only be used to refine some low-level demon-sealing cards, which could seal mutant creatures below C-level. She just noted down the shapes and characteristics of these materials, but did not collect them by hand.

"Do you mean materials? What materials are needed, can they be found here?"

What the hell is the leader,

Shagull can grasp the key points of the problem.

"It can be found, but these things can only seal creatures below C-level, and consume less energy and mental power. ╔ ╗" Xiao Yuxin explained the appearance of those materials and the collection method.

"If I ask you to refine a few magic-sealing cards for us, how much will it cost?" Shaou asked. ^/very literary/^

"Materials. Three times the loss of materials. If the loss is too much, the refining will fail. If the loss is less, the excess materials will be mine." Xiao Yuxin said.

"What's the success rate?" Sha Ou asked again.

"1:3." Xiao Yuxin replied.

"All right,"

Sand Gull's eyes sparkled: "Tell everyone to collect more of these materials. If we have these cards, our combat effectiveness will definitely increase. Let's go, I know there is a camp ahead. I wanted to settle there first this time."

"Obey!" Hua Jing stepped on the accelerator, and the armed slow horse rumbled after the convoy, kicking up a cloud of dust.

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Cold north wind. ╔ ╗ Sweeping across the wilderness like a ghost, raising a piece of dust or a wisp of dry vegetation from time to time.

In the ruins of the city, the screams of mutated creatures could be heard from time to time. After the most delicious human beings left the city, these mutated creatures finally went to war with each other. Their goal was also very simple - food.

And about tens of miles away from the ruins, in a camp of human survivors, a war over food was also taking place... or it would be more appropriate to call it a massacre.

This place was a peaceful small village before the catastrophe, but when the catastrophe came, the people in the village had the most terrifying mutation without exception. Later, a group of survivors cleaned up the zombies and mutant creatures in the village. A small survivor camp was established here, and it has been operating poorly until now. However, this former Taoyuan of refuge has now become a slaughterhouse.

There was a strong smell of blood coming from the village. Around the camp, there were hundreds of corpses, including young adults. There were also old people, women and children. Nearly a hundred armed men patrolled inside and outside the camp, and some armed men stripped the dead there, while others disemboweled the stripped dead and took out their internal organs, criticizing which one from time to time. The meat of the parts is fresh and tender, and some obscene guys even played with the vaginas of the dead women, swearing non-stop.

In the center of the camp, 200 to 300 survivors in old clothes were gathered there, shivering in the cold wind, surrounded by more than a dozen armed guards with guns, their faces were either dazed or frightened , or sadness, but there is no anger at all... Their bloodiness has been exhausted in the face of continuous death. ╔ ╗

In the only intact two-story building in the village, there are dozens of people who are obviously better equipped than other militants. They guard the door, the roof and other key positions, obviously protecting one or some big shot.

In an office on the second floor, Zhou Jianjun was leaning in a large and comfortable boss chair, with his feet resting on the table, his polished leather shoes shaking slightly, he was wearing a well-made suit, and his beard was obviously from the past. Retouched, a pair of small eyes are full of greed and lust.

In this world, strength is like a microphone. Whoever holds it has the right to speak. This is an undeniable truth. Not long after the catastrophe, Zhou Jianjun organized his own team. They were like a group of locusts who lived in nowhere. They plundered everywhere. Looting all around, the damage they caused is no less than those mutant creatures... They are not mutants, but a group of out-and-out perverts!

It didn't take much effort to capture this small camp. The camp's armed forces were not strong. They pretended to be fugitives and asked for asylum. The gatekeepers immediately opened the door to let them in... The rest of the problem was simple. They quickly controlled the gate. Those who took up arms, moved, and made noises were all the targets they killed. Anyway, these people could provide them with fresh meat, and it was considered a worthy death, while the remaining hundreds of people could be kept temporarily. Now, getting through this winter is not a problem. ╔ ╗

Perhaps it was because he had wandered outside for too long. When he came to this quiet mountain village, he suddenly felt a sense of 'home'. However, this home belonged to someone else, so he wanted to grab it and become his own. He enjoys being the master of the house.

At the door of another room on the second floor, more than a dozen armed men were vying for the position of the door, their eyes gleaming with excitement. If it weren't for the boss' bad temper, how could the thin wooden door be blocked? These jackals and tigers.

"I said boy, what are you doing poking there? Can't you move?"

"Hey, step aside, let's see if it's my turn to take a look?"

"Damn it! Which kid grabs my ass, and he can't vent on me even if he is angry. I don't have any meat on my ass, how can I feel it!"

"Damn! You're beautiful! I want to grab your belt and throw it out, who knows where to grab that bad luck."

Anyway, it was noisy, and the purpose was to occupy the space at the door to watch the Western view in the house.

"Get out of the way! The dozen or so females in the pigsty behind, get out of here if they have any fire and nowhere to vent." Zhou Jianjun came out of the office cursingly, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand, pouring it into his mouth from time to time. Take a sip.

"Brother, don't bring such things. If you eat meat, you have to let your brothers drink soup too?" A militant shouted with a smile.

"Get out of here! I haven't tasted the meat yet, you kid is thinking about making soup, and the dog eats grass to make sure you don't mind, why are you fooling your mouth?" Zhou Jianjun laughed and scolded.

A group of subordinates had already moved out of the way, and one of them, who was nimble, had already opened the door. A group of people laughed and pushed Zhou Jianjun in, and the door closed behind them with a bang.

In the room, Song Qian huddled in the corner. Her father was originally the leader of the camp, but just before that, he was killed by the mad man in front of her. She was full of anger, but there was nothing she could do about it. .

Zhou Jianjun drank the red wine leisurely, staring greedily at the beautiful little face in front of him with hazy eyes, the alcohol turned into burning desire in his body, and the excited nerves urgently needed to be released.

Throwing away the wine bottle with a 'bang', he walked up to Song Qian unsteadily, with a lewd smile on his face, and reached out to touch her face: "You, come and serve me."

"Executioner! Kill me!" Song Qian stared at him stubbornly, with an unyielding look in her eyes.

"You will definitely die, but before you die, you still have to do a multiple-choice question, should you choose me or the group outside?" Zhou Jianjun's eyes showed a smoldering look.

"Beast! You are not human!" Song Qian scolded angrily.

A mocking smile appeared on Zhou Jianjun's face: "You're right, I'm not human, because humans have already been killed by mutated creatures!" After speaking, he grabbed Song Qian's collar with both hands.

"Ah~"

A shrill scream suddenly sounded, making those guys who were eavesdropping outside tremble in fright, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end in an instant.