Data Wasteland

Dangling in the forest for a few days. At noon, Chen Xing had lunch and as usual climbed the treetops to investigate the situation ahead.

In addition to dangerous creatures, he also looks for things to eat, such as jungle hares, colorful elk, or wild melons and wild fruits, as long as they can eat non-toxic. The previous roasted rabbit meat had gone bad and sour, and I threw it away after one bite at noon. If you want to survive in the jungle, you have to find more food. The dry food is always done.

After observing for a while, no abnormality was found, and he was about to go down the tree, when there was a sudden "hum" behind him. That is the sound of the high-speed vibration of the membrane wings. Immediately afterwards, a strong air current blew from behind, Chen Xing felt the danger, without turning his head, he slid down sideways.

The body made a free fall between the branches and leaves, and quickly reached the ground. The leaves above trembled frantically, as if something rushed down straight. Chen Xing didn't think much, and he popped seven or eight meters away as soon as he landed. His agility is as high as 62 points, even among guard-level mutant creatures, he is extremely agile.

"Buzzing!"

The leaves fell like raindrops, and a dark shadow rushed out of the canopy and plunged towards the ground. As he was about to hit the ground, the black shadow suddenly turned at a right angle of ninety degrees and rushed towards Chen Xing against the ground, as fast as a black lightning. The leaves behind him were rolled up by the vacuum airflow caused by the rapid flight, and rushed upward again.

The black watch detects nearby creatures, and the information automatically rolls up.

[Mutated Drosophila (Guardian)]

[Vitality: 267/275]

[Talent ability: swift flight, rapid reproduction]

[Possible virus: smallpox virus]

Chen Xing ran forward without turning his head back, his body quickly shuttled between the trunk and vines, like a flexible ape. The mutant fruit fly behind him was extremely fast, chasing him behind him in the blink of an eye, the sound of the flapping wings seemed to be in his ears, and the high-pressure airflow made his hair fly.

But he did not panic. He suddenly made a sharp turn and went around behind a big tree. There was a muffled noise behind him, like something hit the trunk, the whole tree was shaking, and the leaves were all over. Sprinkle.

Mutant fruit flies have the same defects as ordinary fruit flies-their eyesight is not very good. Although its compound eyes are very large, occupying half of the head and having a viewing angle of 270 degrees, it still cannot change the fate of myopia.

Originally myopia is fine, but the bad thing is that its speed and agility far exceed its vision, so hitting a wall is commonplace.

The mutant fruit fly shook its head and flew backwards, re-locking its compound eyes on the target. The membrane wings were agitating at high speed, turning their directions, and with a "hum", it turned into a black storm and rushed towards the target. Its membrane wings are as sharp as blades, and the roots and vines that it touched are immediately cut to pieces.

Taking advantage of the gap where it hit the tree, the prey had ran out more than ten meters away. But it is so fast that it shortens the distance in a blink of an eye. But at this moment, the prey suddenly turned sharply, it instinctively chased after it, and then shook its eyes before hitting a hard object.

"Boom!"

At the same time as the impact sounded, Chen Xing pulled out the silver star behind the tree and fell towards the other side of the tree. Half of the mutant fruit fly came into sight. The red abdomen kept shrinking and agitating, and seemed to be retreating with force. Without thinking, Chen Xing pulled the trigger directly.

Drosophila is a flying creature and agile. In order to lose weight, even the carapace is hollow. Naturally, the defense is not as high as that of crawling creatures. Even if the bullets were not infused with psychic energy, they were beaten screaming and turned around and fled.

Chen Xing couldn't catch up with the fruit flies and had to give up. But guard-level creatures are somewhat sapient and won't give up easily. After more than an hour, the mutant fruit fly returned. This time I changed my strategy, flying around at high speed, looking for hunting opportunities.

The speed of the mutant fruit fly was too fast, and it passed in a blink of an eye. Chen Xing could not aim at all, and could only use the terrain to play hide-and-seek with the opponent.

Humans were always smarter. After half an hour, the mutant fruit fly that couldn't find Chen Xing was tired and stopped on a raised rock to rest. It is about the size of a buffalo, with its membrane wings tucked behind it, more than two meters long, reflecting a crystal-like luster in the sun.

In the bushes, a black hole's muzzle came out, and a red front sight fell on its head.

Suddenly, it sensed a dangerous wave of psychic energy, and immediately agitated the membrane wings and flew out.

"Boom!"

Blue flames spewed from the muzzle, and the raised rocks shattered. Chen Xing, who was hiding in the bushes, cursed secretly, and the cat crawled away. This mutant fruit fly is not only fast, but also very alert and not easy to succeed.

One person and one fly were consumed until dark and there was no result. Chen Xing hid in the bushes and slept all night. In the early morning of the next day, as soon as he heated the bagged food, he rushed over when he smelled the mutated fruit flies. It was flying in the shape of a "Z" in the forest. The speed was so fast that it was dazzling. Not to mention aiming, it was difficult to see clearly.

Chen Xing had to leave his breakfast and fled.

At noon, the mutant fruit fly smelled a strong smell of meat and flew around ten times. After not finding any danger, it landed.

The scent of meat comes from a round object. It stretched out the straw and pierced into the object. It was about to inject saliva, melted the food and absorbed it, but heard a "click" sound. It immediately drew out the straw, agitating the membrane wings to skyrocket.

"boom!"

In the next second after leaving, the round object burst and burst, and the heat wave rushed up. The tail of the mutant fruit fly was burned, but it was blown out by the high-speed airflow in an instant, leaving only a faint black smoke.

"It's really hard."

Chen Xing, who was hiding in the dark, sighed secretly. This fruit fly is so clever, it seems that the methods used to deal with the yellow-spotted evil lizard are useless.

He couldn't help but have a headache. This ghost is not only difficult, but also very vengeful. It won't work if it is not solved, otherwise it will be uneasy to eat. He thought for a while and came up with a new strategy.

The mutant fruit fly flew around its territory a few times, and smelled the fragrance again. Although it was almost bombed half an hour ago, the fruit fly's brain is very small and its memory is very limited. The desire for food quickly overcomes the risk assessment. After going around the source of the smell a few times, it landed.

The scent of meat, the scent of nuts, and the scent of sugar, a lot. It stretched out its esophagus, tested it a few times, flew back and forth a few times, and ate happily after making sure that there was no danger.

"When you're full, it's time to go on the road..."

When the fruit flies had eaten most of the food, there was a small whisper in the bushes fifty meters away, and then the gun went off.

"Boom!"

The blue bullet came out, and the fruit flies sensed the danger and immediately agitated the membrane wings to vacate.

However, this time it was half a beat slow. The stomach is full of intestinal fat, and the movements are naturally slowed down a lot. Maybe it's only one-tenth of a second slower, but this one-tenth of a second is extremely fatal. The bullet came with a blast, hitting its body, and half of the membrane wing fell off. If it is placed in normal times, it can grow back in a few days, but its opponent obviously won't give it such a chance.

Chen Xing rushed out of the bushes and fought hard. Mutant fruit flies that have lost half of their membrane wings are like drunk, flying staggering and bumping into things constantly.

After a while, at the price of 10 days of food storage, Chen Xing killed the mutant fruit fly with a single shot, making it a satiated ghost.

After killing the fruit flies, this area is temporarily safe. Under normal circumstances, there is only one guard-level creature in an area, otherwise fighting will occur until one party dies or quits.

Chen Xing made a few simple traps to catch prey and collect food in this area. It didn't take long for him to start to the next area, looking for a new target.

Life in the jungle is monotonous and arduous, looking for goals, fighting, gathering food, and rest.

In a blink of an eye, two months later, the weather began to turn cold, and it was about to enter winter.

The trees in the Black Dead Jungle are mainly banyan trees, which will not shed their leaves. Even if it snows in winter, they will maintain their original appearance.

That afternoon, Chen Xing looked at a bright yellow crystal nucleus facing the sun. This is a relatively rare crystal nucleus, most of which are red, green, and blue, which represent strength, agility, and spiritual tendencies, respectively. Bright yellow is a physical tendency.

A little bit of starlight gleamed in the crystal core, indicating the identity of its owner—guard-level mutant creature.

Behind Chen Xing was a turquoise insect creature several meters long. It was motionless, the triangular head shell was split by the axe, revealing the yellow-green-green brain tissue inside, with a hollow in the middle, as if something had been dug away. The light green membrane wings are three to four meters long, and they are covered with bullet holes, and there are also on the bulging belly. It can be seen that they are worn.

The penetrating wings shoot in.

This is an "iron praying mantis" that can fly but is not fast, its vitality is stubborn but its shell is thin, and it is not difficult to deal with in general.

It can be said that it met Chen Xing by accident or it can be said to be inevitable, because they are all chasing the same colorful elk. The dappled elk is fast, has a flexible body shape, can maintain a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour in complex terrain, and has a protective color on the skin, which is very difficult to grasp.

The two hunters met, so the elk escaped safely, a great battle began, and Chen Xing finally won.

The reason why Chen Xing looked at this crystal core was considering whether to use it as a hero potion. Physical fitness is his weakness, so he thought of it subconsciously. During this period of time, he has killed more than a dozen guard-level mutant creatures. He hasn't encountered a "right eye", and he couldn't help but doubt whether the old black monster is true or false.

But he quickly gave up the idea. There is no other reason, this iron mantis is too weak, and the fusion of this kind of blood is probably a professional sandbag, not the kind that is particularly resistant to hitting.

After two days, he followed the trail of the colorful elk and finally caught a newly born cub. He was only as big as a little lamb, his legs were not long, and he couldn't run fast, but it also abolished his great effort. The creatures that can survive in this jungle are not simple, each has its own housekeeping skills.

Venison was a first-class delicacy. He didn't rush to eat it. Instead, he first found a small mountain river, cleaned the little elk by the river, and then picked up the firewood and grilled it happily.

It is said that deer blood has aphrodisiac function, so he dared not drink it. Evil fire is born in this ghost place, and it is difficult to solve the problem.

In addition to deer blood, venison is also a great tonic, the best of game. It didn't take long to bake, the rich aroma spread out. The golden deer oil dripped on the wood along the hooves, emitting a faint white smoke, which was more fragrant than the lack of fat rabbit meat.

Chen Xing couldn't help but worry about whether such a strong fragrance would attract other mutant creatures. But he was reluctant to stop, and the many days of hard life made him full of desire for food.

After a while, his worries became reality.

The bushes on the other side of the small river drilled white figures. He grinned, his throat let out a low growl. The saliva dripped down the fangs to the ground, fierce.

Worm the wolf!

Chen Xing squinted his eyes and stood up.

For him before, the insects of wolves were a disaster, but for him now, it was more than enough to deal with a dozen of them.

But, how many of them are there in this group?

The insectized wolf on the opposite side did not rush over, but stared at him from across the river.

"Shusha..."

The bush behind Chonghualang swayed, and there seemed to be more companions.

One, two, three, four, five...

Seventeen, nineteen, twenty-one...

Thirty, thirty-five, forty...

Chen Xing counted silently, but the speed at which he counted was far less than the speed at which Chonghualang appeared. More and more insectized wolves appeared on the opposite side, side by side, hundreds of them appeared in a blink of an eye.

There are too many to retreat. Chen Xing slowly held the branch wearing the deer, and was about to turn around to escape. The bush on the opposite side suddenly opened up to both sides, as if something big was coming, he stopped moving involuntarily.

A huge figure paced out, steady and graceful, without any rush or slowness.

The eyes were scarlet and murderous. Silver hair is like snow, spotlessly clean. Looking around, full of the majesty of the king.

In an instant, memories like the tide flooded into his mind, and he seemed to see the silver light under the moonlight.

Howl at the moon, indomitable.

Not long after he was born again, he was chased by Wang Bo and others in a sand truck, fled into the rocky mountain, hid in the middle of the night, and witnessed a battle between the wolf pack and the corpse king. The silver wolf in front of me was the wolf king I saw that night.

He recognized it with just a glance. The impression left on him that night was so deep, he was still thinking that when he gets old, he can still be used as a conversational resource for future generations.

It wasn't until then that he understood what kind of feeling it was like when the black old monster called "eye-to-eye".