Chapter 43: The Place of Trapped Death
An infected person who seemed to be older spoke, and the language he spoke was mostly similar to that of the Blood Machine Clan, causing Xu Yi, who had silently prepared the [Language Comprehending] spell scroll, to slowly put the scroll away.
The tip of the spear gently pierced into the skin on the back of the neck of the parasitic striped hyena, and with a light scratch, it cut open the fur along the entire spine of the hyena. A long, thin white worm was picked out and struggled frantically, which was chilling just to look at.
The gray iron spear tip pierced the insect's body accurately, then turned a few tiny and delicate arcs, splitting the insect in half. The shiny spear head forged with fine iron was exposed, and it seemed that the previous attack consumed some of the gray matter, revealing the hidden edge. Correspondingly, the twisting insect body also lost its original vitality.
He grabbed a handful of ashes from the bamboo basket at his waist and wrapped the tip of the spear in ashes again.
The infected person with gray hair and who looked older was obviously faster. After dealing with three infected hyenas, the younger one was still dealing with the second one.
Raising his head slightly, the elder spoke again:
"Outsiders, wandering freely in the cursed fog will not always be easy."
Jay did not respond. He tried his best to follow the other party's thinking. He took out the parasitized gray-spotted rabbit corpse and said, "Senior, why don't we see if this thing also has the cleaner's spies?"
Placing the body on the ground, he took two steps back to indicate that he had no ill intentions.
"A jumper? It's much easier to deal with than a predator." The tip of the spear easily cut open the back of the gray rabbit. Without anyone seeing clearly, the older infected person lightly picked it up and then chopped it heavily on the ground, accurately killing the insects that were parasitic in the gray rabbit's body.
After watching the elder finish the job with his skilled hands, Jay spoke again: "Can you tell me the information about the cursed fog and the cleaner?"
Perhaps Jay's questions covered too many areas, but he didn't know where to start, and no one knew how to answer.
The elder raised his eyes slightly under the mask and glanced at him, then directly recited a hoarse and low ballad in response:
"In the land forgotten by the gods, the powerful tribes pursued twisted power, the weak were used as food, and the strong fell into madness. The tribes fought against each other, the foreign enemies provoked them, and the heirs died in the entanglement and absurdity of reincarnation."
"Ah, can you tell me more about this cleaner?"
"The Cleaners are just a bunch of lunatics who are about to get out of control. You helped me deal with five hunters before. It's not easy for Pum and I to deal with them. As a thank you, I can take you back to the tribe. You can't stay here for long, otherwise more minions of the Cleaners will come."
He waved his hands hastily and looked aside: "Pum, hurry up, let's go back to the last pick-up point, get the prey and go back. We will not continue hunting today."
"Yeah." The young infected person called Pum responded in a muffled voice. The unexpected encounter with an outsider seemed to make him very restrained.
The older man was named Dart. He was at the front, identifying the direction. No one knew what method he used, but after confirming the direction several times, he found the pick-up point he mentioned.
In fact, this was a reinforced earthen mound with an iron lid on it. After opening the lid, Dart took out two gray rabbits and began to confirm the next pick-up point again.
Because they needed to identify the direction, the two infected people were unwilling to climb onto the exaggerated iron lump. In their opinion, no matter how much metal there was, it would be better to use it to make more spearheads. The spearheads they used were all polished by hand, flat, short and sharp at both ends, and had the effect of chopping.
As a negotiator, Jay naturally couldn't afford to leave the two of them behind, so he accompanied them all the way.
Hoshgris lived up to his intelligence of 0.8 and did his duty conscientiously. Once he reached 500 meters, he stopped the truck. In the eyes of two astonished people, he vigorously anchored a metal stake, replaced it with copper wire, and then ran back to the cab to restart the vehicle.
However, despite their surprise, the two infected people also realized that the other party seemed to be determining the direction in a way similar to a reception point, so they did not interfere.
As the rendezvous points approached, Dart stopped Hoshgris from continuing to anchor the metal piles, and after getting Xu Yi's consent, he did not insist.
Xu Yi could understand it. After all, they had just met and the two infected people still had some concerns. Driving metal stakes into people's doorsteps was equivalent to completely determining the location of this tribe in the thick fog.
With only the last stretch of the journey left, Dart's movements slowed down noticeably. As long as he didn't change direction completely, he could still touch the village wall even though he couldn't reach the village gate.
Jay also took the opportunity to approach them again to talk and inquire. Before, the two of them had been alert to their surroundings while also judging the direction through some subtle clues. They were almost fully focused, so it was inconvenient for him to disturb them.
"I heard you say before that this is a place forgotten by God. Have you ever heard of the name of the God of Wasteland?"
"The God of Wasteland? Before, a strange half-flesh, half-mechanical creature that was not eroded by the white curse broke in. I have heard a similar name from him. Could it be that this god has noticed this cursed land?"
Jay and the other flesh and blood thugs were wrapped tightly in chemical protective suits, so Dart and Pum did not discover their identities.
"God's eyes are always on the wasteland." Although Jay is not a priest yet, when it comes to faith, he actually shows a bit of the demeanor of a bishop.
With just this one statement, his previous poor performance could be completely ignored, and Xu Yi would definitely not treat him unfairly in the future.
Dart took off his mask, revealing for the first time his fair but deeply wrinkled face. At this time, he had a hint of hope on his face: "May God bless this land."
The following conversation was much easier. According to Dart, the Cleaners were from the Pallas tribe, one of the two most powerful tribes in the Cursed Mist. However, the curse power in their bodies was close to being out of control, so they were exiled to the wild by the tribe to deal with wanderer tribes like them.
The so-called jumpers and predators are all "cursed beasts" controlled by the cleaners. The flesh of these parasitic beasts is full of cursed power, and eating them will deepen the curse on you.
He had also touched the edge of the cursed fog where he could see the "skylight", but his ancestors had already tried to escape from the cursed fog and the price they paid was that their whole body quickly failed and they died.
This fog is like a dead end where one can only enter but not leave, tightly strangling the throat of any creature that dares to enter. Inside the fog and outside the fog are only one step away, but they seem like two different worlds!
In the mist, two sections of crude wooden walls appeared, with a somewhat dilapidated gate in the middle. The gate was obviously not wide enough for the truck to pass through, so everyone had to get off the car and walk in.
The fog was so thick that it seemed as if there was no movement at all. Under this condensed white fog, the land seemed to be gradually beginning to reveal its hideous appearance...
(End of this chapter