Because they had just enjoyed a "big meal" at noon, the "old-tone group" ate canned food, energy bars and compressed biscuits at random in the evening, and did not go to toss about hunting and cooking.
Moreover, in the mountains in winter, the beasts are not so easy to find.
"Do many people know about this place?" Jiang Baimian sat by the fire and asked about Jorgensen, who was working hard to be a "servant army".
Jorgensen glanced at the companions who were on duty in turn around, and smiled in a pleasing manner:
"This is the last source of clean water to leave Chilar Mountain in the southwest. If it weren't for winter, there will definitely be various caravans and various relic hunter teams camping here, and you will encounter other humans if you are not careful."
He paused, then added:
"We like to ambush nearby, and if we encounter people with a lot of firepower and strong firepower, we just pretend not to see it. If there is a small team of four or five, er, five or six people, we will rush out to grab a wave.
"Without this kind of fixed income, our boss can't afford to support so many people."
At this moment, the robber with the scar on his face interjected:
"Later, those small caravans and small relic hunters have learned to master, and as long as they want to fetch water, a large group of people will come together.
"Hey, there are also those who specially invite relic hunters to exterminate us. Sometimes, we are forced to ambush in these places, and there are no meals, and we can only rely on the fields cultivated in the mountains to survive."
Seeing that this guy seemed to want to take his role and take his place, Jorgensen glanced at him angrily and said:
"Don't listen to his nonsense, the Chilar Mountains are the main trade route from the 'Seaside Alliance' to Tarnan, and the things you grab can easily be exchanged for food in Tarnan.
"Those rotten fields in the mountains are mainly to pass the time for the mother-in-law at home."
Jiang Baimian was not surprised when a robber was a part-time farmer, or a farmer was a part-time robber. What made her amused was that Jorgensen, who was obviously a Honghe man, opened his mouth and shut his mouth, but used words such as "mother-in-law" and "ghost bullshit".
Robbers also have targets... Long Yuehong sighed silently beside him.
Shang Jian Yao homeopathic inquiry:
"How was the harvest?"
"Ah?" Jorgensen didn't expect the other party to care about this issue.
It gave him the feeling of two farmers squatting at the door gossiping.
If the other party also put their hands in their sleeves, it would be more like.
Jiang Baimian didn't know where Shang Jianyao learned the old peasant's tone of voice, so he skipped the topic with a smile:
"Tonight you will be in groups of two, taking turns on duty.
"So are we."
She did not let Long Yuehong and others give up their long-established habits because of the existence of the "servant army".
At this moment, Shang Jianyao and Bai Chen turned their attention to the entrance of this water source at the same time.
—This is a relatively closed valley. The clear water flows down from the rock wall and pours into a quiet pool. There is only one road around to drive cars in.
Of course, there are still plenty of trails to leave without a car.
It didn't take long for a dark blue mountain bike with steel plates to pull in, with a taller chassis, bigger tires and a burly stature.
"Handsome!" Shang Jianyao whistled.
This is not a big beauty, but a handsome guy.
- He was able to react earlier than Jiang Baimian, not because the range of influence was improved, but because he heard the roar of the engine.
As soon as the mountain bike drove into the valley, it found the vehicle parked on the other side of the waterhole and the tent that had just been pitched.
Its speed suddenly slowed down, and the person inside seemed to have picked up a weapon and put on an alert posture.
The mountain car slowly drove to the farthest place from Shang Jianyao and others, and faced them across a not-so-small pool.
The people in the car seemed to be natural and calm, but they got out of the car cautiously. They were a combination of three men and one woman.
One of them was in charge of fetching water, the other was looking for firewood, and the two stood beside the mountain bike, watching the "Old Tune Team" and their "servant army" vigilantly.
- This can be distinguished from the appearance at a glance. The four robbers of Jorgensen all look crooked, full of arrogance, and appear to be timid in action.
Jiang Baimian glanced at them and left a deep impression on one of them.
Standing beside the front hood of the car, he was taller than Jiang Baimian and only a little shorter than Shang Jianyao. The smaller half of his head on the right shone with a silvery-white metallic luster, which seemed to have been repaired with synthetic materials.
There was also an irregular piece of shrapnel inlaid on his left forehead. For some reason, it was not removed, but the protruding part was smoothed out.
The man wore a black coat, carried a straight knife diagonally, and held a streamlined pistol in the palm of his hand.
His black hair is extremely short, his right eye also seems to have been remodeled, the iris reflects a peculiar purple-red color, and there is an inconspicuous tear mole under the left eye.
"Mechanical transformation of people?" Long Yuehong asked Shang Jianyao in a low voice.
Shang Jianyao gave a "um" and solemnly replied:
"For the time being, I can only see the transformation, and no machinery was found."
Not all metals can be called mechanical.
The person in charge of fetching water on the opposite side was a twenty-seven- or eight-year-old woman with long straight black hair and a gentle and intellectual temperament, not much like a relic hunter who had been adventuring outside for a long time.
Antiquarian? History researcher? Natural scientist? She invited a relatively powerful team of relic hunters to protect herself and went deep into the Chilar Mountains? When Jiang Baimian retracted his gaze, guesses flashed in his heart.
The relic hunter team over there didn't seem to have any idea of coming over to communicate, and Jiang Baimian didn't send Shang Jianyao to stimulate each other.
This is the normal state when caravans and relic hunters meet in water sources. Everyone has no relatives, no common language, and no need to communicate at all, unless they are all gathering for one thing, or someone is eager to ask for directions and inquire. information.
After the fire was set on the other side and dinner was finished, Jiang Baimian arranged for Long Yuehong and Bai Chen to take turns first, and Shang Jianyao and himself were responsible for the most dangerous and slack time.
Shang Jianyao got on the jeep and didn't say much. He pinched the temples on both sides and fell asleep.
…
As soon as he was familiar with his abilities, and before he left the Red Stone Set, he wandered in the "Sea of Origins" again and headed to the next island.
In the flickering illusory ocean, Shang Jianyao changed various postures and adjusted the boring "journey" in a self-entertaining way.
He used freestyle for a while, backstroke for a while, dog planer for a while, and S-shape swimming for a while, walking aimlessly.
After some time, an island appeared in front of him.
This island has mountains, water, trees and grass. Compared with the previous two, it is like paradise.
As soon as Shang Jianyao climbed up, he assumed a posture to deal with the attack, but after a while, he did not wait for anything.
He looked around and found no monsters derived from fear.
After thinking about it, Shang Jianyao sat down cross-legged and decided who was more patient.
The warm sun shining and the gentle breeze blowing made him a little drowsy, but he couldn't control himself.
This unremarkable state continued until he began to tire.
Therefore, Shang Jianyao naturally left the "sea of origin" and returned to the real world.
He snapped his eyes open, looked at the front seat of the jeep, his mouth half-opened.
After hesitating for a while, Shang Jianyao closed his mouth again and closed his eyes again.
This time, he really fell asleep.
…
From night to dawn, Jiang Baimian instructed the team members and the "servant army" to pack up their belongings and prepare to leave.
When they drove their cars slowly towards the entrance and exit of the valley, the man opposite who seemed to have been mechanically modified hesitated for a few seconds and shouted:
"Are you going southwest?"
"Yes!" Shang Jianyao pressed the window and answered any questions.
The man raised his hand and touched the cold metal right face, and said loudly:
"Then it's best to take a detour.
"A 'high-level unintentional person' has appeared in the southwestern mountainous area."
"Higher Heartless"? Jiang Baimian opened the passenger's window and asked in confusion:
"When did this happen?"
Means and the others just came out of Tarnan and returned to the Seaside Alliance through that area.
The man whose half skull was replaced by silver and white metal replied:
"Just recently.
"He wasn't there originally, he just entered that mountain area yesterday."
Jiang Baimian suddenly realized, and asked:
"Are the 'Mindless' deformed, or did the Awakened suffer from 'Mindless'?"
"I don't know, this is the information that several relic hunter teams exchanged for tragic casualties." The opposite side responded.
They didn't seem to want to say more.
Jiang Baimian let out a sigh of relief, no longer entangled, and said loudly:
"thank you!"
"Thank you!" Shang Jianyao also expressed his heart.
Out of the valley, before Jiang Baimian had time to stop the vehicles of Jorgensen and others, and asked about the way to detour, Shang Jianyao suddenly said:
"I found the third island last night.
"But it's weird."
Why didn't you say it sooner? Jiang Baimian first flashed such a thought subconsciously, and then asked gently:
"What's so strange about it?"