Relatives, a very simple word.

But it seems very far away from Lin Xiang.

He has no home or relatives. From the time he remembers, the most profound memory in his memory was the orphanage in the old era.

"There is something I've always wanted to have a good talk with you."

After a while of silence, Lin Xiang took the cup on the table and poured out most of the remaining wine, leaving only a little enough to cover the bottom of the cup. He pulled out the dagger on the military boots and gently stroked it from the ring finger of his left hand with the sharp tip... Under the faint candlelight, the surface of the dark red liquid that oozed out from the fingertips flashed with an intoxicating bright luster. It slowly slid down the smooth skin into a wide-mouthed glass placed directly below, releasing like a wild elf. In an instant, the transparent wine was soaked into a magnificent soft red.

Wang Biao stared at the scene silently. He drank a lot of brandy, his consciousness was a little blurred, but his thinking was clearer than ever.

"Drink it-" Lin Xiang pushed the cup in front of him, and the soft and soothing voice echoed in the big room where there were only two people.

The rough and bold scar-faced man smiled and picked up the cup without hesitation.

"Don't you want to ask what I'm giving you?" Lin Xiang suddenly said as the edge of the cup was about to come into contact with his lips.

Wang Biao raised his cup and drank all the liquid inside, and patted him on the shoulder: "Do you still remember what I called you just now? Brother... you should understand what these two words mean. I can doubt anyone, but I won't doubt my brother--"

His words were dull, without a slight rhythm of verbal rhythm, and were mixed with an extremely strong smell of alcohol. After saying this, the scarred man fell on the table, and his voice was as loud as thunder.

He picked up the bottle with wine and poured himself a full glass. Looking at the projection reflected by the shaking candlelight in the transparent wine, Lin Xiang smiled happily and emotion.

In the early morning, the sun rises as usual.

A truck was slowly heading northeast along the rough road. In the vast wilderness, it seemed so insignificant.

The dark red rust was exposed in many parts of the body. On the hood that was concave in the middle, there were several clear cracks that could be broken at any time. The old rubber tires rolled weakly on the road covered with stones. The violent vibration caused the not-close car to make a "crunch" sound, as if it could spill into countless parts in the heavy breathing of the engine at any time.

Rus, wearing a black combat suit, sat in the cab, full of expectations and slightly anxious eyes, carefully observing all the scenes that appeared within sight.

In addition to the driver, there were eight fully armed "Raging Wolf" mercenaries sitting in the car. The most powerful of them was only the fourth-level enhanced supernatural power. Although they were not opponents of their own team leader, they were much stronger than those who wandered in the wilderness.

Ferdinand's company is very rich, but this does not mean that the "Battle Wolf" mercenary group is equally rich. The medium-sized armed forces controlled by Luce are just a branch of the company. This truck that is almost rotten and the soldiers on the car are the greatest power that he can mobilize within his authority.

Mart Liangna, wearing a dark gray and light blue lace home suit, sat on the far right seat of the cab, desperately opening her two turbid eyeballs wrapped in porridge patterns and eye boredom, and looked out the window greedily and nervously. It was not that she took the initiative to abandon the heirloom that was so bad that she was, but Luce felt that a woman, even an old woman whose sexual organs were so shrunk that she could not show any charm, should not sway her dirty breasts all day long, wearing shorter than hot pants and with sexy fabrics that were not connected in the middle, and she raised her butt to all the men who saw her without any concealment.

Although the clothes in this world are very expensive, Luce still took out a thick and long set of clothes from the warehouse of the "Raging Wolf" mercenary group and asked Mart Liangna to wrap her tightly.

However, from under this clean set of clothes, a disgusting fishy body odor still emitted.

Taking a bath is a very luxurious move.

The water purification system of "Fire City" can only barely meet the daily drinking needs of residents. In special circumstances, a part of the water will be distributed to supply baths. Only when the supervisor of the company's superior department comes down to check will Luce order the bathroom to be opened. In "Fire City", every drop of clean water will be exchanged for money. The amount of water for a three-minute bathing consumes at least 500 Ferdinand dollars. Except for mercenaries who have nothing to do, or the mob with a very uncomfortable pocket, people with normal minds will never make such extravagant and crazy actions.

When he was in the office, Luce did not believe what Mart Liangna said about the land of sweet water. He just felt that this was a poor old man who had no choice but to fill his stomach with a bite of bread so that he would not starve to death. However, when this dirty old woman took out something from under her clothes that were too rotten, Luce began to believe that she was not lying.

It was a green-colored plant. Because of dehydration, the slightly pointed and ovate leaves were already a little shrunk. At the bottom of the stem, there was a white and plump rhizome with feet about two fingers.

In order to continue life, plants in this era, like humans, were forced to change their inherent evolution direction by the harsh environment. Their roots are hard and their roots are enough to be described as terrible. Roots, which are denser than hair, are inserted into the deepest part of the soil like steel needles. Only in this way can we barely absorb the water that is essential for survival.

The rhizomes that Mart Liangna took out were very short and complete. This means that there is sufficient water source for the plant to be dug out, which is very close to the surface. Only when the moisture with a slight radiation degree can green branches and leaves and white rhizomes grow.

The sun has risen above the head. Under the dazzling sunlight, the curve of the mountain ranges to the west gradually becomes smooth, the peaks and protruding rocks gradually disappear, and the terrain of hills and flat rivers slowly appears in sight.

On the sandy and stone ground covered with green shrubs, the buzzing motor sound came to an abrupt end after a sharp metal break. Luce jumped out of the cab, picked up a small purple-white flower blooming at the tip of the branches of the shrub, and looked at it carefully.

This is a plant called "purple cauliflower" by refugees. It has a long growth period, and leaves and stems can be supplementary to insufficient daily food. Most importantly, its appearance often means that there will be clean water nearby.

Eight warriors jumped out of the truck with Les. They were all big and their expressions were fierce enough. These people obviously understood what they should do. Without orders, the mercenaries took out their carry-on shovels and various equipment from their backpacks. Soon, a large pit more than two meters deep appeared next to the sand and stone blocks that were gradually piled up on the ground.

A mercenary with a slightly thinner figure than others took out a glass test tube from the instrument box, put a little wet mud taken from the edge of the pit wall, and added about one-third of the tube's content to the test reagent. As the solution mixed with the soil gradually became even while shaking, his rigorous and slightly anticipated eyes also burst out with surprise eyes.

"Hey! It turns out to be a level 3 standard. Boss, the water quality here is amazingly high. If you dig deeper, the water quality can reach or even exceed the level 4 standard-"

All mercenaries began to get excited. According to the amount of radiation in the drinking water, they were divided into five different standard levels. Level 1 water has the highest radiation, which can quench thirst, but cannot be consumed for a long time. Otherwise, it will lead to a series of unpredictable mutations in the body. Level 5 water is the cleanest, but the energy and resources required for purification are also terrible. Usually only those big people with high positions are qualified to enjoy it.

The purification system of "Fire City" can only supply secondary standard drinking water. Even this kind of radiation water that barely reaches the normal physiological acceptance of humans, the economic benefits generated are enough to maintain this medium-sized stronghold.

Les stood on a huge rock, holding a tactical telescope and looking into the distance for a long time. From his perspective, he could see the scenery around him more than ten kilometers away.

The mercenaries' extremely excited emotions had no effect on him. Luce's face was still rigid and cautious. He silently stared at the clear and identifiable warning tower of Yinyue Town in the camera. After a long time, he slowly lowered the telescope and said slowly in the calm tone of the middle-aged man: "...retreat."

Despite some surprise, the mercenaries did not act like disobedience or resistance. They crawled into the car in sequence as they came with confusion and confusion on their faces. Soon, accompanied by the heavy roar of the engine, the shaking truck reappeared on the way back.

Sitting in the bumpy cab, Luce, with a gloomy face, said nothing.

He knew very well what it meant to find a source of water with a pureness of level three or above in the wilderness.

Ferdinand Corporation will never miss this natural resource. It is located in desolate, and nearby Sosbia and other institutions will definitely come to the scene. It won’t take long to add the bodies of the dead in the calm wilderness.

If it is just a secondary standard, or the burial level is very deep, and a water source that must be developed by large-scale engineering machinery, Luce will not hesitate to take this discovery for himself and try to establish a considerable settlement here as his achievements in promoting within the company.

The third-level natural water source located in the junction of several major forces... This is simply the beginning of war and chaos. Luce even doubted whether the old woman, who was stinking all over her body, would have some ulterior motives to make this terrible secret public.

Luce made up his mind that no matter what changes this wilderness will undergo in the future, he would never be involved. As for war and so-called interests, that is what big men should consider.

Looking at the still bright purple and white flowers in his hand, Luce couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.

Next year, these beautiful little flowers will bloom more vividly. The bodies of the dead who are about to appear in the wilderness will become the best fertilizer for their growth.

On the back mountain of Yinyue Town, Wang Biao, who had just become his father, stood in the open space not far from the quarry, looking at a huge rock that was more than two meters high and thick, not far ahead. His eyes were filled with strange excitement and eagerness.

His tall and burly body was as thick as a mountain range. His broad chest and back surface were as hard as steel. His rough skin could not suppress the texture of the muscles below. From a distance, it seemed as if many earthworms were crawling densely. He clenched his fists, and the blood vessels coiled on the surface of the muscles also expanded and thickened a little. In addition, the hideous scar that occupied the face like a centipede, his whole body was like a man-cannibal troll that only existed in legend.

Suddenly, he burst out with a shocking roar, and his whole body exerted force, ejecting like a cannonball. The ground at the foot had cracked inch by the huge kick force, and the huge fist he swung was hitting the core of the rock. With a sound of breaking and breaking, the hard and huge stones had been smashed by him, as if they were directionally detonated, instantly collapsed into countless walnut-sized gravels, and piled up on the flat ground into spalling bulges.

Wang Biao stood blankly in the middle of the scattered stones, and the stirring dust was stuck by the sweat oozing from the surface of his naked upper body, forming a gray-white film.

He looked at his hands in disbelief, his face full of horror: "This, is this my own strength?"

"To be precise, it should be the physical standard of a two-star parasite, and the strength above three-star level." Lin Xiang, who was standing by, said lightly, but to the scarred man himself, it sounded like a storm.

"Pasitant? What is that?"

"It is an existence that is more advanced than the evolutionary or the reinforced human being. The powerful figure who surpasses the ninth level evolutionary vertex is a parasite." Lin Xiang's voice was as calm and gentle as usual, as if the old teachers answered questions from primary school students in class.

"I, am I a parasite?"

Wang Biao was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and suddenly said, "That, you gave me some drinks yesterday..."

"I am also a parasite. My blood can transform ordinary people into powerful evolutionary life forms."

Lin Xiang walked up, bent down and picked up a piece of gravel from the ground and weighed it in his hand. He nodded thoughtfully: "Your evolutionary expertise is strength. No wonder you can break through the basic stage and jump into the two-star class."

Wang Biao patted the gray on his shoulder, the turbid and deep eyes, and there was a solemnity that was not matched by his generous personality: "Why tell me this? This... is your secret."

"Because..." Lin Xiang seemed reluctant to say it. After hesitating for a moment, he said softly: "Because I believe you will keep this secret with me."

The scarred man seemed to have something suddenly touched. Before he could think about how to answer, Lin Xiang had already added: "You said that we... are brothers."

brother?

brother!

Wang Biao murmured and stood up straight, his burly body was filled with explosive blocky muscles. At this moment, the scars on his face did not make people feel his fear at all. Instead, he could clearly feel the firmness and majesty released from the deep heart of this tall man.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly he raised an excited and wild trombone to the sky. The sound went straight to the sky, wandering back and forth under the blazing sunlight, and never dissipated for a long time.

There are many people in this world.

There are good people.

There are bad guys.

There are also countless greedy people.

Lin Xiang didn't want to see Yinyue Town destroyed. He must do his best to protect this small town full of peace.

He could only choose those who could trust 100%, and use his own blood to transform them into powerful parasites.

The Scarface Man is the second pure blood transformation object for him to come to this new world. Perhaps it is because of some traits that the new generation of humans themselves possess, or because of the result of radiation on human genes, Wang Biao, who has evolutionary power, became a parasite with two-star strength. Especially his strength, his strength has exceeded the three-star standard.

Yinyue Town needs more and more powerful warriors.

It takes time.

Only time can verify the judgment of good and evil deep in human hearts, and can slowly show one's real world in the eyes of another person.

The third target of transformation may be Nina, or the baby who is still in swagger, or Locke, or even someone else...

Two weeks have passed, and with the help of construction machinery, the arable land area of ​​the refugees has been reclaimed by the refugees has exceeded 1,000 acres. All potatoes and sweet potatoes have been planted, and this autumn should be able to eat enough.

The refugees showed no resistance or anger to the newly formed management. They naturally used their current life to compare with the three elders during their tenure. In any aspect, polenta and coarse biscuits were fragrant, sweeter and more delicious than thin batter.

Pigs and hens locked in the pen are still fierce. They are always looking for opportunities to tear the breeder and turn them into fresh meat. However, judging from the piglets and young chickens that have just been born and hatched, the barbaric instinct of their parents does not seem to be inherited from them. The former’s favorite thing is to sleep after eating, while the latter prefers thick and hard corn residue. As for human flesh, it seems that it does not belong to their normal recipe.
Chapter completed!