Wasteland Echoer

Chapter 111 Night in “Wuxin Village” (Part 2)

"Meat? I..." Wright felt that his spiritual realm was filled with an inexplicable sense of depression.

Mixed with the faint aroma of meat wafting from the earthen pot, the "gurgling" sound from his stomach indicating hunger, and the nausea caused by the gradual rise of gastric acid in his stomach due to the lack of food for a long time, Wright came up with the idea. An extremely torn and chaotic feeling.

After vigorously shaking his brain, which was filled with inexplicable pain as if it had been swung with a stick, hit with a hammer, or even cut with a chainsaw, Wright suddenly felt a sense of coolness.

After struggling to sit up and leaving the tattered cotton quilt covering his body aside, he subconsciously touched his waist.

Fortunately, the "Crazy Bear" pistol that had been following him was still there.

Wright breathed a sigh of relief, and his thoughts suddenly became clearer as if he were in a forest rich in oxygen.

In this way, the child named "Wind" in front of him actually does not have any malicious intentions, and the village settlements here seem to abide by the laws and systems of the Zine Empire.

If the boy in front of me was hostile to me, I believe he would confiscate my guns as soon as possible and would not give those of us who have been fighting unintentional people all year round and are familiar with various types of standard weapons and machinery any chance to come into contact with firearms.

Seeing Wright lowering his head and thinking without saying a word, not even looking at the earthen pot filled with the aroma of meat, Feng grinned slightly in the darkness, revealing a face that didn't look so "cute" in the dim light. smile.

He blinked hard twice, his eyes emitting light green light. To Wright, it looked like a gas lamp painted with green fluorescent material that was cut off at night due to the greed of some black-hearted businessmen in the city. So the light is not stable.

If he were in the cities of Sokra or Chekavsk, Wright would definitely consider turning off the lights and running outdoors immediately. After all, carbon monoxide poisoning was common in the news in these large imperial cities.

But this is a village settlement, an area filled with wandering careless people and all kinds of strange mutant monsters and plants. These fluorescent lights can even make people feel interesting, and even...inexplicably warm?

While Wright was thinking in confusion, Feng slowly supported his body and stood up from the floor.

After groping around in a broken wooden wardrobe filled with sundries nearby, he took out two simple lamps with candles covered with glass covers.

Wow——!

The sound of matches and sandpaper sliding made Wright feel strangely safe.

He looked up and saw that the wind had lit two simple lamps and placed them on the broken wooden table.

The three lamps emitted an inexplicably bright light. In Wright's opinion, purely in terms of brightness, they were as good as any gas lamp produced by the empire.

At the same time, the pile of firewood in front of him that was struggling to burn, exuding flying sparks, was extinguished at the same time, emitting a wisp of white and choking smoke.

"Do you want to eat meat? Brother Brother of the Guards? Brother Brett has specially told me that I must find a way to replenish your physical strength. Otherwise, grandpa and I will not get the 2 Singapore dollars as a reward, as well as the box of canned food." Feng He muttered, staring at Wright with his eyes that faded from the pale green light and gradually became watery.

"I want to slow down. Brett should have told you that we encountered a monster, the Lost One who mutated into the 'Hope' sandworm. Moros also died in battle. For me and to protect the safety of our team, There is also a clue to find the gods of the highlands." Wright's voice became deeper, and something called "tears" seemed to be spinning in his eyes.

Wanting to rush out in the extremely painful situation in his heart, in order to adjust his sad and lost "heart" that doesn't know whether it still belongs to human beings.

"Brother Guard, what's your name? I'm very curious. I heard from the older generation in the village that human names can be divined using sequence cards or tarot cards to get guidance for one's own destiny. I learned from I can read the confusion in your emotions. Maybe when the morning comes in a few hours, I can ask my Grandpa [Dream Constructor] to help you divine, at least so that you... will no longer be so sad." Feng Li stood up and said.

"Wright…Wright Sugar."

"Lite? The meaning in the Zine Empire language and the common language of the Western Continent should be light. Light, yes, what about a very unique name? You also have a surname, which is also a rare thing. Listen to [Dream Builder] Grandpa said , the ancestors of human beings with this surname must have been rich, or they have made significant contributions to the empire, but we are different, haha." Feng smiled helplessly.

After blinking his eyes hard a few times to soothe his emotions as much as possible, Wright raised his head and for the first time looked at the childlike self-proclaimed semi-lost person in front of him in a bright environment.

He should be between 1.3 and 1.4 meters tall. He was wearing a torn linen jacket embroidered with various flower patterns, and a pair of wide jeans that didn't fit well and were stained with a lot of dark red liquid that had condensed. , seems to have been forcibly pulled from a dead human being.

His face does not have the unique whiteness and tenderness of children living in human urban strongholds, but an incomplete wheat color. I don’t know whether it is due to the light or other reasons. The basic color of this face is more like yellow sand. Khaki.

Because it was already approaching summer, Wright saw a few old felt hats stored in the open broken wooden wardrobe, which seemed to emit some unique smell.

Turning his gaze back to Feng's face, which looked extremely unhealthy from the color, Wright saw some intertwined spots of deep red and yellowish brown.

They are generally round in shape, and are concentrated and scattered near Feng's right eye. The spots even extend downward a lot, and some of them have "grown" near the neck.

In addition, there is still a long-healed scar on the left half of his cheek, like a scar cut by a dagger.

In the wasteland world, many humans and the lost have scars on their faces, and fair, unsculpted faces are abnormal and extremely rare.

After the pain and sadness in his heart due to the death of Moros was slightly relieved, Wright stood up cross-legged, stared into the light green eyes of the half-lost boy named Feng in front of him, and asked:

"Divination? [Dream Builder]? I'm very interested in the grandfather you mentioned. It sounds like he is a lost person with a profession."

"That's right, brother Wright." Feng replied in a boyish voice:

"Among the professions created by the gods entrusted by the Creator, there is the [Dream Builder] category, which is a mid-level profession. Grandpa [Dream Builder] has extraordinary power. In addition to knowing how to use magic power for divination, he can also rely on powerful External forces physically control humans and unintentional people, and even individual low-level lost people. He once constructed a half-real and half-illusory scene, trapping some 'ruin hunters' in it, and finally starved to death inside."

Are ghosts hitting the wall? Or an alien space? Build a world similar to the real "Inception"?

The myths, stories, movies and cultural knowledge he learned in the previous world emerged in Wright's mind to match the abilities of the "Dream Builder" as much as possible.

"It sounds very powerful, but [Seducer] can control unintentional people and humans, and [Deceiver] can also construct dreams. Is [Dream Builder] different from the two?" Wright asked confused.

"[The Seducer] and the [Deceiver] focus on causing the human spirit to collapse, so that they voluntarily give up their lives. The [Dream Constructor] aims to create a semi-real space and make people disappear from the physical level. If the ability is strengthened , if you are promoted to an upper-level professional [Prophet], in addition to being able to create a real, 'paradise'-like alien plane, you can also perform divination on anything regardless of time or space, and get truly correct information. Guidance. But Grandpa [Dream Builder] said that when he was young, he traveled throughout the Western Continent as a lost person." Feng paused slightly.

Wright saw that his green eyes were "radiating" a light called envy and desire.

"The entire Western Continent. However, he has met many of the same kind and learned through many churches of the lost that there are less than three [Dream Builders] in the entire Western Continent, and none of the [Prophets] are still alive."

"A rare existence? Is it the same as...the legendary [Order]?" Wright suddenly thought of himself.

"Is [Order] a profession? I don't know. I have only heard Grandpa [Dream Builder] often talk about his two professions. Speaking of Brother Wright, I am also eager to get out of this village, go to human cities, and understand A lot of interesting knowledge. I heard," Feng picked up a simple lamp, placed it in front of Wright, sat cross-legged face to face with him, and said:

"There is endless bread and jam. There are also fresh greenhouse vegetables, including cucumbers, celery, coriander, tomatoes, carrots, corn, sweet potatoes, and endless fresh fruits. I especially want to try them. I tasted the dragon fruit that is said to grow near the volcano of the Fire Empire. I heard it is very sweet and delicious."

"Well, that's true." Wright didn't want to destroy a young boy's innocent fantasy, and tried his best to beautify the cities he visited and said:

"The land in the greenhouse is fertile. Centuries ago, the glass jars held by people in the city were filled with sweet milk and honey. Take Sogra, for example. The market there is very prosperous, and all kinds of vegetables are sold. Yes, there is also seafood. It would be great if you were a human being. If your parents could occupy a place in the city, you would definitely be able to study in school and borrow various books from the city library to satisfy all your needs for knowledge. Craving.”

"So big brother, what books have you read?" Feng asked a question that penetrated deeply into his soul.

Well, I did like to read fantasy and science fiction novels in my previous world, but there were some contents that I couldn't tell my children. Children are the future of all races, and it will be bad if they learn badly.

"Teaching materials, special textbooks for the Guards, such as "Safety Code". There are also some science fiction novels and history books. For example, "The Afterglow of Crusted", which is very interesting. However, your parents still have Did your [Dream Builder] grandpa teach you how to read?" Wright also responded to a question that penetrated deeply into his soul.

"Taught me." Feng nodded and said:

"I can write common words and some basic daily conversations. Grandpa said that even if our 'Wuxin Village' area is not rich, very poor, and there are even many mutated humans and lost people, we must always learn culture and words . He believed that writing is the basis of inheritance. If any race wants to continue, it must master a kind of writing as a carrier of memory and experience."

"Your grandfather knows a lot, and it is true. It matches many of my ideas. I can't wait to ask him for divination." Wright smiled.

He pulled up the cuffs of his silver guard uniform slightly, revealing the old watch he always wore on his wrist.

It was four o'clock in the morning, two hours before dawn. No wonder I wasn't very sleepy anymore. I just didn't know how long I had slept on Brett's mechanical chariot.

Remember that Brett's plan was to stay in the village settlement for only one day and one night. After all, after Moros was killed, some details of the pre-made plan needed to be adjusted.

And he planned to make some repairs here and see if there was a doctor who could check the woman. After all, the woman had fallen into a semi-dementia state after killing the three legion non-staff personnel. In addition to eating and drinking along the way, she also Except for the problem of distension and pain in the lower abdomen, there has been no response to any calls.

It seemed that she was greatly frightened, but she could also feel the demonic power lingering in the space around the woman's body.

After a brief thought jump, Wright suddenly felt a heartbreaking cramp in his abdomen.

After two or three seconds of pain, he actually felt a strange and extreme hunger again, and his body even felt a sense of collapse due to lack of food.

However, the meat in the earthen pot...

I don’t want to eat the meat of Wuxin people yet, after all, I am a human being!

I am human!

I am human!

Feng looked at Wright's eyes greedily staring at the earthen pot, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up straight away and placed the earthen jar filled with the rich aroma of meat in front of Wright. Looking at the thick, boiling, steaming jar of meat, he said with a wicked smile:

"Brother Wright, I actually lied and wanted to tease you imperial soldiers. After all, our village has been requisitioned by imperial soldiers in the past two years. Although they will not hurt us or ask for anything like those 'ruin hunters'. But. You often make a mess in our place, and even after drinking some gin, you will desperately vent your emotions and smash these worthless furniture. I don't have a good impression of you. But you are an exception, brother. After all, I can feel you. The same kind of scent on my body.”

"So, this jar is not the muscle tissue of Wu Xinren?" Wright's black eyes actually "emitted" a light of extreme desire, like the arrival of a god.

"Yes, it's normal meat. It was cooked by opening a few cans that Brother Brett gave me. Well, look." Feng pointed to the cans in the corner of the room that read "Imperial Military Cans: Cultured Meat" " said the remains of the can.

"Then, serve me a bowl, I'm hungry." Wright said greedily with a trembling and excited voice.

His eyes were fixed on a jar of white meat "wandering" in the boiling soup, slowly "tumbling" due to the residual heat of the flames.

It seems that the soup not only contains onions, ginger, garlic, and the normal seasonings of salt and pepper, but also undergoes some special processing. There are no longer those brown parts in the meat that look unappetizing. .

The pace slows down for two chapters.

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