I feed on gods

No one has found any valuable information in this plantation, or in other words, based on their knowledge, they don’t know what is the key to purifying this rule pollution.

"What should we do now?"

Wu Shitong felt very uncomfortable. He was the oldest and was not in good health. Even if it was the pollution caused by the sacred objects, he could not bear it. If it were a divine corpse, he would have been radiated into a dead flesh man.

"Choose a direction and explore the path!"

Lin Baici already had an idea.

"Which way to go?"

Li Yintong knew that it was impossible to stay here all the time and had to go out.

"I suggest going this way!"

Luo Jiaming suggested.

"reason!"

Zhong Shuman looked at this under-dragon-level man and valued his opinions.

"Feel!"

Luo Jiaming laughed: "My sixth sense is very accurate!"

Actually, it's not allowed. Luo Jiaming just wants to make his own choices, so that even if the road ahead is full of dangers, he doesn't have to blame others.

After all, they are all chosen by themselves.

Zhong Shuman rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Lin Shen, you started too quickly. If you leave one prisoner, we will know which way to go!"

There was a little complaint in Luo Jiaming's words.

"Go this way!"

Lin Baici ignored Old Man Luo and made his choice.

Everyone looked in the direction Lin Baici was facing.

"What's the reason?"

Huang Cheng humbly asked for advice. He looked around and didn't find anything different here!

"When the black people broke up just now, although they were running around, they all gathered here in the end."

Lin Baici explained.

The plantation is surrounded by cornfields. Large corn stalks more than two meters high are like green chopsticks stuck in the ground, airtight.

Although the escaped black slaves got into it, they could roughly tell the direction of their escape through the swing of the corn stalks.

Lin Baici just climbed up to the roof and looked into the distance just to confirm this.

"I see!"

Luo Jiaming nodded: "This is a good idea!"

"Um!"

Huang Cheng pulled the jersey and wiped the sweat from his face. It was too hot today.

"My brother Lin is unparalleled in wisdom!"

Li Yintong put his hands on his hips with an expression of pride.

"Stop embarrassing yourself!"

Lin Bai was speechless.

"Although this kind of small details are not very high-end, it is very powerful to be able to think of the next action plan when shooting with a black slave!"

Zhong Shuman's praise was much more pleasant to the ears than Taimei's.

In fact, this is also the case. When everyone saw the black slaves swarming over, the first thing they thought of was to save their lives, and how to deal with them, without thinking about what happened next.

Thinking in the face of a hail of bullets and thinking in a quiet library are completely different. There is a huge gap.

"Take food and weapons and set off!"

After Lin Baici finished speaking, he began to move in the direction where the black slaves were escaping.

Li Yintong quickly followed.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Luo Jiaming turned around, waved his big hand, and slapped the Qifen head and others in front of him: "Hurry and get the supplies!"

This kind of dirty work does not need Lin Baici's instructions. Luo Jiaming, as a mature social person, already knows how to do it.

If these people were divine hunters, he might be polite to them, but they are all bastards, so I'm sorry...

Make me bleed and sweat hard!

If I don’t drain you dry, I’d be sorry for my position.

Luo Jiaming works so hard in the divine ruins, isn't it just to be superior to others!

"Why don't they take it?"

Ma Xiaoyun muttered, his tone full of resentment.

This is obviously to make yourself a coolie.

Luo Jiaming stared at the female anchor: "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything!"

Ma Xiaoyun denied it.

"Heh, it can't be that I heard wrong, right?"

Luo Jiaming also wanted to pick a chicken and kill the monkey.

In this temporary team, Lin Baici is a big boss and he can't offend him. The girl has a good relationship with him and he can't offend him either. So there's nothing wrong with being the number three person, right?

"Brother, she didn't speak!"

The photographer who had a musket felt a lot more tough.

When he was talking to Luo Jiaming, he put his right index finger on the trigger. Although the muzzle of the gun was facing the ground, he was facing Luo Jiaming. As long as he raised the muzzle, he could shoot directly.

Luo Jiaming looked at the photographer: "What? You want to beat me to death?"

The photographer shook his head, but in the next second, Luo Jiaming was like a tiger preying on prey, exerting force on his feet, and rushed in front of the photographer in the blink of an eye.

Snapped!

Luo Jiaming grabbed the gun with one hand and whipped it hard into the photographer's mouth with the other hand.

Snapped!

The photographer was slapped so hard that he spun around and fell to the ground like mud with a thud. Then he spat out saliva mixed with his teeth.

"Hey, I can't afford to offend Lin Baici, so I can't deal with you little brats?"

Luo Jiaming spat in the photographer's face: "Do you think you are powerful because you have a gun?"

"If there are a hundred of you like this, I can kill them with my bare hands!"

Luo Jiaming kicked the photographer and glanced at these people with fierce eyes: "Now, who else doesn't want to obey my orders?"

Everyone lowered their heads and quickly followed the instructions.

Wu Shitong did not ask for help and turned around to find supplies.

"Hey, forget it!"

Luo Jiaming stopped him: "I'll give God Lin face!"

"Thank you!"

Wu Shitong thanked him, but he felt sad in his heart. He was the richest man in Haijing, and one of the top ten richest men in the country, but he had to rely on Lin Baici's relationship to avoid suffering.

Everyone got busy.

Everyone took the bacon hanging under the chimney, potatoes, onions, black bread and some blueberries from the warehouse and went after Lin Baici.

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, everyone except Luo Jiaming brought a musket.

They feel that holding this thing can bring them a sense of security.

Half an hour later, everyone caught up with Lin Baici.

"Why so slow?"

Zhong Shuman complained that if he encountered danger, he would not be able to use cannon fodder.

"That's fast enough!"

Luo Jiaming kept driving these people to leave quickly.

Now, everyone is exhausted.

Ma Xiaoyun, the photographer, the girl with the lip ring, all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Lin Baici reunited, and fell to the ground one by one, taking the time to rest.

"How about we let them rest for a while?"

Huang Cheng suggested.

I don’t know how long I will have to walk next, so my physical strength must be used rationally.

"In front of God Lin, do you need to be a good person?"

Luo's name was used to make a fuss. He actually wanted to make Lin Baici lonely, so that if he and Lin Baici had a conflict, this young man wearing a Real Madrid jersey would be on his side.

"stop fighting!"

Lin Baici frowned: "Ten minutes of rest!"

Lin Baici glanced at Luo Jiaming, what is this old man Luo doing?

The photographer took out a water bottle from his backpack, unscrewed the lid, drank several sips, and then exhaled a breath of comfortable air.

"Give me a few sips!"

Ma Xiaoyun stretched out his hand.

"Save your drink!"

Photographer reminds.

"Know!"

Ma Xiaoyun said he knew it, but when he raised his head and drank, it was not enough. It was like drinking from a cow, and he drank it hard.

"Damn it, you drank so much?"

The photographer was unhappy and wanted to snatch the kettle back.

Ma Xiaoyun fought for it twice, but failed, and complained angrily: "If you don't finish drinking it earlier, will you be able to hold on when others finish their water and come to snatch it from you?"

The photographer's face froze.

It's really possible.

I drink sparingly, but what if others let go?

The photographer took a look around and found that Luo Jiaming and Huang Cheng were drinking casually. Those at Qifengtou were quite frugal. Lin Baici was silent at the moment.

The bar cleaner and the waitress stayed together, hugging each other to keep warm. They didn't show their courtesy to Lin Bai, nor did they bully ordinary people like them.

Wu Shitong and two bodyguards were hanging around Lin Baici.

In the group of four, the girl with the lip ring drank some water and frowned in disgust: "Didn't you wash the water bag clean? It smells weird!"

“It would be nice to drink some!”

Qi Fentou also dislikes it, but what can be done?

There was no bottled water in this day and age.

"Shall we give Lin Shen some water?"

The woman in leather pants suggested.

"Didn't those two bodyguards bring water?"

The blond was not happy. He didn't know how long it would take to find the next water source. He didn't want to run out of water and become thirsty.

"Give it to me."

Qifeng stood up: "Otherwise, if someone comes to ask for it, will you give it to them?"

"Take it, take it!"

The blond looked unhappy.

This is a world where the weak prey on the strong. Without force, we can't even defend him from a sip of water.

In seven minutes, he went to find Lin Baici with a sheepskin water bag, and the woman in leather pants quickly followed.

She would not let go of this opportunity to gain favor.

"Lin Shen, can you drink some water?"

Qifentou was all smiles.

"No, just drink!"

Lin Bai declined.

"Drink some. On such a hot day, you must replenish water in time, otherwise you will suffer from heat stroke!"

The girl in leather pants is so hot that she wants to take off her top and leather pants.

I don’t know what season it is now?

The sun was hanging in the sky, and the heat wave was hitting my face. My pants had long been stuck to my skin due to sweat, making it very uncomfortable.

"I have!"

Lin Baici smiled.

"You have?"

The woman in leather pants was stunned.

Lin Baici took out the white antler bone flute and blew it twice. Then a white light flashed and the reindeer sleigh appeared.

"Fuck!"

The woman in leather pants was shocked.

Others also looked over, and when they saw the reindeer dragging two full canvas bags on its back, their eyes were filled with envy.

Are there all supplies in here?

Damn it!

Is this a taboo object of space gods?

Having this thing is really great.

Lin Baici opened his backpack, took out a few bottles of mineral water, and threw them to Li Yintong and Zhong Shuman.

"Thank you, Brother Lin!"

Taimei smiled and said, "Do you want me to give you a kiss?"

"How much is your kiss worth?"

Zhong Shuman joked that she knew that she had taken advantage of Taimei this time. Without her face, Lin Baici probably would not have given her mineral water.

Lin Baici unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took a few sips, then raised his head, poured the rest on his face, and rinsed it.

Cool down and refresh yourself.

"Nima!"

The blond hair man was so frustrated by this scene that he had to be careful not to drink water with a strange smell here. But this guy drank clean mineral water and used it to take a shower.

Hold!

When I become dragon-level, I will definitely regain all the shame I lost today.

Although he was furious in his heart, the blonde knew that even if he tried it over ten times, he probably wouldn't be able to do it.

"..."

Ma Xiaoyun was stunned, there is such a magical thing?

The photographer fumbled with his musket, wondering what he was thinking.

Li Yintong looked at the expressions of these people and felt happy in his heart.

Are you surprised by this small amount of supplies?

Brother Lin also has an alms bowl used by monks, which can hold many things. Even if he wanders on a deserted island for ten years, his life will not be difficult.

"Lin Shen, you also have a sleigh?"

Old Man Luo came over and admired the reindeer: "Can this be used as a vehicle?"

"Yeah, it's okay in the snow!"

Running on the road is too bumpy and the speed is not fast. Lin Baici would not use it unless the situation forced it.

"How much supplies can it carry?"

Old Man Luo glanced at the two bags: "Is that all?"

"Um!"

"Why don't you load up the sleigh too?"

Old man Luo didn't understand.

"No need!"

Lin Bai was perfunctory.

"..."

Luo Jiaming felt that Lin Baici was too trusting. If it were him, he would definitely fill it up.

What he didn't know was that Lin Baici's black alms bowl had a large storage space, and it had not been filled until now.

"By the way, I heard that the Great Shaman also has a sleigh!"

Old man Luo broke the news.

"You mean Shakira from the Illuminati Priory, right?"

Zhong Shuman was speechless: "This kind of material is not even a secret. There are a lot of it on the origin forum!"

"..."

Li Yintong felt like there was a cat scratching her in her heart. She really wanted to tell these two people, but she didn't expect it, right?

This sleigh is Shakira's.

"Wait, generally speaking, the pollution of the rules of the creation of taboo objects is related to the origin of the taboo objects. Now it is a plantation and it is a black slave. Do you think it was made by people from the Illuminati Monastery? This rule pollution?”

Old Man Luo has a big head. If this is really this organization, he will be in big trouble.

"No matter who he is, if he encounters me, Brother Lin, he will be dead!"

Li Yintong was super confident in Lin Baici.

The photographer sitting not far away suddenly wanted to drop the water bag in his hand to the ground.

"Hold!"

That guy named Lin is so cool, right?

"If he doesn't need water, why does he ask us to collect supplies?"

Ma Xiaoyun couldn't understand.

"Because he doesn't want to give his supplies to others!"

The photographer felt that he was right: "After all, he only has two big bags, and they can't be filled with food and drink!"

Lin Baici didn't think much about it. He simply didn't want to be a nanny.

Those who want to survive must do their best to survive.

"Ten minutes are up, let's go!"

Lin Baici glanced at his watch and urged everyone to get on the road.

"Get up! Get up!"

Old man Luo yelled and quickly adapted to the dog-legged job.

A group of people set off again, walking in the cornfield.

Wow! Wow!

The corn stalks are very tall and the leaves are thick, which can block some sunlight. But when people walk by, those leaves brush against the body, which is very uncomfortable, and can even leave red scratches on the hands and face, and then stung by sweat. , it still hurts.

Lin Baici walked at the front.

At first, he used his bronze sword to slash corn stalks to clear the way, but later he didn't bother to waste any effort.

Suddenly, Lin Baici stopped: "There is a sound, did you hear it?"