Chapter 69 A chaotic world
Although there is also 'What if the dead person's clothes are marked? ’ Such a problem, but there is more than one town in the wilderness. At worst, he would go to another town to hang out.
At this moment, the gunshots were getting farther and farther away, and An Jing stood up and approached the area where the two sides had exchanged fire.
Don't worry about the language issue, all you need to consider now is the danger.
But even if it was dangerous, An Jing had to take action, not just for clothes. He also wanted to try his luck to see if he could pick up a 'live mouth'.
The battle was quite fierce.
When An Jing came to a crossfire, he could be sure that this was a world that was similar to the Huaixu world and his previous life.
Although the clothing styles of these gang members in the wilderness towns are different, they have many similarities in design, such as bulletproof raincoats made of fiberglass, gas masks that everyone has, and messages that are made into bamboo hats with hanging gauze. Window screen...
The raincoat and bamboo hat wrapped the person, isolating the influence of acid rain, and the steel gas mask covered most of the person's face, isolating the poisonous gas miasma.
From a distance, each of them looks similar to a fisherman on a fishing boat.
But when you look closer, you can see how technical this body is.
"These raincaps and bamboo hats, as well as the flying sword box are all magic weapons."
The sword spirit's voice was a little surprised: "Full body magic weapon - the weapon cultivation skills in this world are a bit too advanced."
"Are they all magic weapons?" An Jing was taking the time to remove the raincoat and bamboo hat from the corpse, as well as the weapons used in the previous exchange of fire.
But when he heard the words of the sword spirit, he couldn't help but hesitate: "I remember, whether it is martial arts or Qi refining, you must be a practitioner to use magic weapons..."
"Yes. Although some magic weapons can be used by mortals, these are not."
Sword Spirit confirmed An Jing's guess: "These corpses are all cultivators - although their strength is very low, most of them are in the inner breath realm, but there is indeed no mortal."
"Even more than that. According to my perception, except for some children, there should be all 'cultivation practitioners' in that city."
"Does everyone practice spiritual practice..."
An Jing murmured to himself, then continued to seize the time to pick up the corpse, saying: "So, everyone in this world has spiritual roots?"
"No." Sword Spirit denied: "The issue of spiritual roots is quite complicated. Although there are indeed secret methods that can be adjusted, it is impossible to achieve 'all people's spiritual roots'."
"However, 'cultivation for all' is different from becoming an immortal for all. In this world, through popularization of practice and some other methods, everyone can practice the most basic 'inner breath' and master their own Innate energy."
"To put it simply, everyone can be a warrior of inner breath, but still only a small number of people can become warriors of inner strength."
Saying this, the Sword Spirit's tone was filled with emotion and a trace of nostalgia: "But even so, it is still a very remarkable achievement. Even if it was vain at the time, only those who come to the door can make all the people in the area under its protection become cultivators. ”
"Look, everyone in these gangs has magical weapons. If the whole people didn't practice it, this would be extremely difficult to achieve."
An Jing was so fascinated by what he heard that he even slowed down in touching the corpse. He subconsciously asked: "What about the life weapon? What type of life weapon is it?"
"Destiny weapons have existed since ancient times, but they should have gradually increased in number after the Great Catastrophe of Huaixu." Sword Spirit said: "I vaguely remember that a great monk who studied this aspect said that the reason why life weapons can take shape is that they have People who correspond to the destiny place their souls on the objects, so the more destiny holders, the more destiny weapons - in turn, the more powerful the destiny weapon will be, the birth of similar destiny will be born in the surrounding area, and the two sides will complement each other. "
"It has no levels. The weakest destiny weapon has special magical effects and is difficult to replace. In the hands of people with the corresponding destiny, it can exert power far beyond imagination."
"Some powerful and rare destiny weapons are even worth waiting for the 'weapon master' with the corresponding destiny... That's all, I don't know much about them."
An Jing silently wrote down this information. The Fuxie Sword Spirit had a mysterious origin and a noble identity. It was the sword of a certain immortal long ago.
But which era he comes from and what kind of power he possesses, even he himself doesn't know.
"alright."
Soon, An Jing, who had chosen his equipment, took off the raincoat hat from the smallest corpse and put it on himself.
This gang member was not much older than him, at most fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was quite handsome. He was a handsome young man, but he was fighting with people with guns and died here. An Jing couldn't help but think of the Huaixu Realm...the two worlds were so consistent only in that their fate was like a piece of grass.
And when it comes to guns, there is also something very particular about them.
Just like the firearms An Jing found on the corpses of the exploration team in the original cave, these gang members also used two types of guns, one was a gunpowder weapon, and the other was a 'spiritual gun'.
However, the spiritual light guns in the cave were larger and thicker, and required a large amount of inner energy to be poured into them before they could be used. An Jing, because the situation was always tense, did not have the extra strength to pour inner energy into them to test their power.
The guns in the hands of gang members are smaller and more portable.
The amount of inner breath it requires is much smaller than those old spiritual light guns. Even if the inner breath is as silky as silk, I am afraid it can fire one or two shots to stimulate the spiritual light.
Of course, it doesn't seem to be very powerful - the bulletproof raincoat on the corpse was mostly penetrated by gunpowder weapons and some kind of strange penetrating weapon. The small spiritual light gun can only burn out a black hole under the influence of the raincoat's refractive coating. Focus, and if the gunpowder weapon is lucky, it can penetrate the bulletproof raincoat and kill the warrior.
At this moment, An Jing also heard noisy voices coming from the direction of the town - obviously, An Jing could think of picking up corpses, and others must also want to, and it was even possible that both sides of the fighting gangs sent people to recover the equipment.
An Jing, who had already collected a lot of equipment, quickly left with two spiritual guns, three pistols, and some smaller odds and ends. This was also the most valuable thing he could collect in a short period of time.
Among other things, there were some very suspicious-looking drugs on these dead bodies. Some of them seemed to be used for treatment, but some of them were obviously not right.
There was no need for the sword spirit to warn An Jing. One look at the package and he knew it must be some banned psychedelic drugs. He had already taken some of them. It should be used to boost morale before the battle.
Putting on a raincoat with bullet holes and even some blood stains on it, a bamboo hat and a gas mask to cover his face, An Jing quickly disappeared into the darkness of the wilderness with the weapons he had harvested.
The night is not peaceful, but rather noisy.
I don’t know whether it’s like this every day in the other world, or whether it’s a special period recently. The entire wilderness is extremely noisy, and almost all gangs and forces in the wilderness are fighting.
Anjing went to four wilderness towns. In each town, more than two forces were fighting each other, and bullets were flying.
"What the hell is this other world?"
An Jing was almost hit by stray bullets several times, and once even hit a bulletproof raindrop, but it was too far away and was bounced away by the raindrop. An Jing was shocked and broke into a cold sweat: "Is there any other place where I can go?"
Going around all the way, Anjing felt that there was no safe place in the entire wilderness - he even saw a few ferocious beasts, probably wolves, retreating from the area near the town in embarrassment just like him.
The two sides met on a narrow road and turned around to leave.
Obviously, faced with humans going crazy and fighting among themselves, the beasts felt that this was a bit too extreme.
In addition to towns, there are also many small gathering places in the wilderness. Some are villages, and some are made of various garbage, steel plates and containers. They seem to be gathering places for homeless people.
This group of homeless people are all well-armed. Their food and clothing may be shabby, but their weapons are definitely appropriate.
They were also on guard against those gangs that were fighting each other. They were all stationed in their hometowns, vigilantly guarding the surroundings, and Anjing could not get close at all.
Not only that, there must be something abnormal in the distant ‘big city’.
The lights in the towering city as far away as the shadow of the mountains are extremely bright today, like the moon falling on the earth, exuding a hazy brilliance, and like fireflies flying around the city constantly. Even if you look at it from such a distance, you can still feel peaceful. I could vaguely sense the chaos in the city.
"Is it... related to the Immortal Battleship?"
With all the gains from picking up corpses, Anjing slowed down his pace of action. He looked in the direction of the big city and fell into thought.
The wilderness he saw before seemed less chaotic, but Anjing's time in this world was too short, and he couldn't determine whether this was normal or abnormal.
I have no source of information and can only guess on my own, which feels bad.
Fortunately, An Jing quickly solved this problem.
Because he caught a gang tongue and picked up an injured but lucky survivor.
(End of chapter)