Wasteland: My items are infinitely upgraded

Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, then understood what Lin Feng meant:

"They're edible, but very difficult to kill."

"They are the most cautious scavengers in this wasteland..."

"They stalk their targets, only approaching slowly once they confirm the prey is completely dead and poses no danger. And within a hundred or two meters, the slightest disturbance will send them flying away immediately."

"The bows and arrows of the wastelanders don't have enough killing power at that distance, and professional wasteland hunting teams with rifles look down on the few scraps of rotten meat on a carrion vulture."

"Because rifle bullets are more expensive than they are."

Saying this, Ding Yi sighed softly:

"Forget it, unless you stick the gun right to their face, it's not even as good as a fire poker. Wait here, I'll go look for lizards, beetles, or ants."

Lin Feng took a deep breath, smelling the stench emanating from his right leg, and shook his head:

"They are the only large prey we can see."

"How long until we continue on our way?"

Ding Yi had already started turning over rocks, pulling out a ten-centimeter-long dagger from her waist, moving quickly and efficiently:

"We've walked for nearly eight hours, covering twenty kilometers. Now there are sixteen hours left, but Captain Chen needs to rest for eight hours, leaving eight hours for gathering food."

"This is a typical day for most wastelanders, unless you have enough strength and resources to catch up with a large group and spend a lot of money to get a berth in a mobile motel and sleep soundly."

"Resting while traveling would free up more time."

"I heard that the advanced RVs of evolutionaries even have electric fans and air conditioning..."

As she spoke, Ding Yi licked her deeply chapped lips. For over a month, she had forgotten the feeling of cold air:

"You can even drink the condensation from the air conditioner!"

The image of an air-conditioned room from his memories appeared in Lin Feng's mind, making him feel especially nostalgic under the scorching heat of over forty degrees:

"So... this is still Earth?"

Ding Yi nodded, then shook her head:

"It's Earth, but not the Earth it used to be. We lose a large part of our memories during hibernation. Only by constantly evolving can we recall the past."

"The Captain has been awake for more than five years, traveling almost forty thousand kilometers. The equator is just over forty thousand kilometers, and her awakening point is nearby, so she has been rescuing people recently."

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, understanding that the Captain was very strong:

"Is she looking for her former relatives?"

Ding Yi glanced at Lin Feng, using her knife to dig out a section of an unknown grass root from a crevice in the rock:

"That's right. You have delicate skin and handsome features. You must have been rich or noble before. When you recover your memories, you can help us remember."

Lin Feng licked his chapped lips. He only remembered some vague fragments about the past.

But none of that was important. The most important thing right now was to find a way to get meat and survive!

"I don't know any anti-inflammatory herbs, try this."

Ding Yi tasted the unknown grass root in her hand, and after confirming a sour and numbing sensation on her tongue, she walked towards the handcart.

Lin Feng shook his head. His body was too weak. No matter how many herbs he used, it would be useless.

After smearing the festering pus from the grass roots on his hands, he said to the puzzled woman in front of him:

"Like this, bury me..."

Ding Yi was stunned, then became somewhat annoyed:

"Don't you want to live anymore? You're the first one to give up and want to die so early! It's a waste of the Captain's kindness. I should have listened to Qi Shan and sold you off early!"

Lin Feng smiled. When the pus was smeared all over his cheeks, he slowly raised his revolver, aiming at the black dots far away in the sky:

"I can't hold on much longer. If I can't get meat, it's a slow death anyway, so I might as well take one last gamble."

"Bury me in that conspicuous patch of scorched earth, cover me with a layer of yellow sand, and the rest... I'll take care of."

Ding Yi was stunned. Only then did she realize that Lin Feng wanted to play dead, luring the carrion vultures to land and approach, and then kill them.

Looking at the pale face and determined eyes of the man in front of her, Ding Yi felt a strange sensation, even ignoring the strong stench emanating from his body.

So, she put away the grass roots and pushed the handcart:

"Using yourself as bait, facing death... to live...?"

"I'm a little curious now, what kind of person were you before...? You're adapting too quickly."

Lin Feng lay on the handcart, gripping the revolver tightly:

"I... just want to live..."

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More than ten minutes later, Lin Feng was "abandoned" two hundred meters away from the temporary camp, on a vast patch of barren scorched earth.

The stench of decay, originating from the wound on his right leg, drifted in the air with the heat waves.

Soon, the carrion vultures circling in the sky gradually lowered their altitude, circling a hundred or two meters above Lin Feng's head from a thousand meters high.

They were confirming whether the prey was completely dead.

Time passed, minute by minute, until ten minutes later...

When Lin Feng was really about to give up, a small group of carrion vultures landed dozens of meters away from him.

Cautiously probing towards him.

Hopping and skipping, with their heads retracted and shifty eyes.

Hearing the noise, Lin Feng regained consciousness, narrowed his eyes, half-drooping, leaving only a slit, holding his breath and concentrating.

Coupled with his weak, pale face and the rotten, fishy stench emanating from his body, he looked like someone who had been dead for a long time.

Before long, one hungry carrion vulture, emboldened, approached, tilting its neck and staring at the half-buried human with its marble-sized red eyes.

The repulsive stench on the prey was, in the eyes of the carrion vulture, a rare delicacy.

Because food was scarce, most carnivores in the wasteland had evolved the ability to scavenge, but there were few animals that really liked to eat carrion.

Carrion vultures happened to be one of the few.

Birds have straight intestines and poor digestion. They even need to peck at gravel and grit to help grind food, and the moisture content of creatures in the wasteland is very low. Their blood is viscous, and their skin and flesh are like dried jerky, making them even more difficult to digest.

So, carrion vultures sometimes wait for corpses to undergo preliminary infection and fermentation by bacteria, becoming soft, rotten, and fragmented, before tearing at the carrion and devouring it.

Fortunately, before Lin Feng played dead, in order to lower the carrion vultures' guard, he deliberately endured his disgust and smeared the festering pus from his right leg all over his body...

In the eyes of the carrion vultures, this was simply a delicious meal delivered to their door.

The hungry carrion vulture approached the wound on his right leg, where the stench was strongest, and pecked at the rotten flesh with its hooked beak...

Seeing this, the other vultures relaxed their vigilance.

Driven by hunger, they gradually approached.

The pain caused by the carrion vulture's pecking made Lin Feng exceptionally clear-headed.

He bit his tongue hard, breaking out in a cold sweat.

But the desire for food and the fear of death overcame the gradually numbing pain.

Keeping his body stiff, he secretly gathered his strength.

Until more and more carrion vultures gathered...

Lin Feng seized the opportunity, grabbed the foot of the nearest carrion vulture with his left hand, and raised his right hand, holding the Type 05 revolver, in an instant!

He fired wildly at the flock of vultures around him!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Six bullets were fired in one breath!

The revolver had many flaws, but one unique advantage was that it would not jam. Even if it encountered a dud, it would directly advance to the next round.

So, it was very smooth when firing in rapid succession.

And the weakened power of the Type 05 revolver made the recoil very small, making it very easy to use.

Even a dying person like Lin Feng could control it to strafe the flock of carrion vultures.

After emptying all the bullets, accompanied by a series of gunshots, the flock of carrion vultures scattered in a flurry of feathers and flapping wings!

Four of them, unlucky enough to be hit by the Type 05 revolver at close range, lost their ability to fly steadily, limping and hopping on the ground, or struggling to take off and glide for dozens of meters before falling to the ground again.

The carrion vulture that Lin Feng had grasped tightly with his left hand was frightened, frantically flapping its wings, while simultaneously using its sharp beak to peck at the human's arm, trying to break free.

This was the guaranteed one in the worst-case scenario.

But at this time, Lin Feng had exhausted his strength and was powerless, his grip on his left hand becoming weaker and weaker.

Just as he was about to let go, a steel rod directly pierced the struggling carrion vulture, plunging straight into the crevice in the rock.

The next moment, Lin Feng was completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

Looking askance, he saw a person drawing a bow and aiming,

Killing the remaining wounded and fleeing carrion vultures.

Before closing his eyes and falling unconscious...

A reminder appeared in the corner of his eye:

"Carrion Vulture, lv1/9, Deceased"

"Health Points: 0, Constitution: 5, Spirit: 3; lv1 Attribute Upper Limit 10"

"Evaluation: A survival master and harbinger of death in the wasteland, often cooperating with other carnivores to guide them in hunting and eliminating the old, weak, sick, and disabled. The meat is dry, tough, sour, and fishy, but the chest muscles are rich in energy."