Chapter 101 Packing up and Returning to the Safe Zone

On the disc armor, a dent represents one Hunting God point, and a circle represents five Hunting God points.

Qin Siyang looked at the circles on the disc armor of this Iron Helmet Rat Flea, which were as densely packed as tree rings, and was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

He didn't count them carefully.

Anyway, this one can't escape!

While the [Violence] skill has not ended, Qin Siyang continued to swing his sword to kill the rest of the Iron Helmet Rat Fleas.

Not long after, his body suddenly became sluggish again.

The reaction after using [Violence] this time was stronger than the first time.

He felt that his body seemed to no longer belong to him, and could no longer keep up with the consciousness of his brain.

The actions of other Iron Helmet Rat Fleas did not seem to be fast in his eyes, but he himself was also clumsy.

"It's already the limit."

He looked at the remaining more than a thousand Iron Helmet Rat Fleas, and there was no way out.

"There is no time to clean up the battlefield. Take that guy back to collect the reward."

Just as he was about to escape, he found that the Iron Helmet Rat Fleas were no longer attacking him.

Instead, most of them rushed to the black glass bottle containing sandworm scales not far away!

There were only a few iron-helmeted rat fleas left by him, who attacked him instinctively. The attack was not painful, and without the command of the brain, it was no longer as threatening as before.

After Qin Siyang cleaned up the iron-helmeted rat fleas around him, he no longer cared about the more than a thousand gathered around the sandworm scales.

His clothes were already wet with sweat. His airtight antifreeze suit was already full of his sweat.

Qin Siyang took off his mask and breathed in the cold air.

Thousands of iron-helmeted rat fleas surrounded the sandworm scales and ran back to the ruins.

Qin Siyang sat on the ground and watched them leave.

"Let's not have that piece of sandworm scale."

He glanced at the debris on the ground and prepared to clean up the battlefield.

There was no one around, so the first thing to do was to devour the remains of the gods and improve his strength.

But the scales of the iron-helmeted rat fleas were like metal and could not be swallowed at all.

He had to peel off the hard scales with thorns like peeling a crayfish before he could eat the meat inside.

Qin Siyang picked up half of an iron-helmeted rat flea casually, peeled it clean with the hunting god dagger, and then he looked at the small piece of meat pinched between his thumb and index finger and fell into deep thought.

"It's obviously an iron flea as big as a fist, and there's only this much left after peeling the shell?! It's not worth it compared to a crayfish!"

He swallowed it in one gulp. Although the meat was chewy, the improvement to him was barely noticeable. Only a very small warm current surged in his body for a moment and then disappeared.

He tried to peel off three or two, and then peeled off and ate the most difficult iron-helmeted rat flea, but still didn't feel any improvement.

But his fingers were already sore from peeling the shell.

"Eating this thing is much more laborious than killing it."

He aimed his eyes at their scales again.

Qin Siyang picked up a piece and looked at it for a while: "Will eating this thing also be useful?"

You'll know after a try.

He knocked off the sword thorns on the scales with a knife, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

"Puff——"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, covered his throat with both hands, and rolled on the ground in pain.

He overestimated the hardness of his esophagus. He didn't expect that after swallowing the scales, his throat would be directly scratched.

However, after the scales entered his stomach, he still didn't feel any improvement. The surge of heat in his body was much weaker than eating meat.

"It's a big loss."

Qin Siyang's voice was hoarse, and he regretted it.

This also made him completely give up the idea of ​​eating iron helmet rat fleas.

It's better to collect the disc armor honestly.

He patiently turned over all the debris and checked whether there were disc armor on their abdomens.

After the final inspection, more than 2,000 iron helmet rat fleas provided him with less than 300 disc armors.

"Not bad, more than 500 hunting god points."

He then took out the disc armor of the most difficult iron helmet rat flea and counted them one by one with his fingers.

"One, two, three... seventeen, eighteen... Hey, which ring is eighteen?"

Because he was too tired, he would be dizzy from time to time, and he counted three or four times but still couldn't finish.

"Anyway, at least thirty rings. This trip has also earned hundreds of points, which is not bad."

"If I hadn't eaten that damn scale, I would be happier!"

Every time Qin Siyang said a word, he could feel the wound in his throat cracking and shaking, and blood gushing out.

He spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood, put on the mask covered with mucus again, and walked towards the exit of the 38324 safe zone with his backpack on his back.

As he got closer and closer to the safe exit, he also saw some hunting teams hunting gods.

Those people looked at Qin Siyang's figure from a distance, and saw that his backpack would shake every time he took a step, and they were all guessing his identity.

"Who is he? I haven't heard of any masters who form a single team here."

"The one in his hand seems to be a blind knife? Besides John, who else has a blind knife?"

"Isn't that blind knife John's?! He... he is Qin Siyang?! Where is his [insurer]?!"

"On the second trip, he doesn't want the [insurer] to accompany him?! So bold?!"

Many people recognized Qin Siyang's identity and lost interest in hunting gods for a while.

It's more practical to go and see the excitement than to wonder if you can hunt gods!

The first time I hunted gods, I formed a single team and got 1,600 points.

Within twenty minutes, he killed John, who was in the top five at the exit of safety zone 38324.

Most sequence ability users have heard of this figure who has become famous in recent days but have never seen him.

Today I saw him return to the exit of the safe zone to hunt gods. Of course I wanted to see if he was that godly again.

"Captain, I don't want to work hard anymore. Let's close the team."

"Captain, let's go back and take a look. I heard that he directly handed in the 800-point disc armor last time. Maybe he will get something big again this time!"

"Fine."

With the appearance of Qin Siyang, more and more teams of sequence ability users suspended their plans to hunt the gods today and followed him silently back to the exit of the safe zone.

"Chi——"

The door to the safety area slowly opened, Qin Siyang walked in, took off his mask, found the team queuing for acceptance, and walked over.

Just as Qin Siyang was queuing up, the sequence ability user who had followed him came up to him and said with a smile: "Qin Siyang, you are the person with the highest points in hunting gods at the exit of our safe zone 38324, and you have the unique privilege of jumping in line. , you can go directly to the front for acceptance.”

Qin Siyang glanced at the long queue and did not want to waste time waiting.

He wanted to complete the inspection as soon as possible, go to a nearby hotel to wash up, and then have a good meal to reward himself for his hard work.

His throat was too sore and he didn't want to say much, so he nodded and smiled to express his gratitude to the man.

Qin Siyang put the hunting dagger and the blind knife back into the scabbard on his waist, held up his mask, and strode to the end of the team and came to the acceptance personnel.

His hoarse voice said briefly:

"I, Qin Siyang, accept it."