"The Earth of Steel? A ten-digit number! The process of digitization seems irreversible, but the speed of eroding the body is still greatly reduced."

The descendant who was forced to break into this world, after resolving the crisis related to his vital interests, took a long breath, and then carefully examined his body.

He found that his sea of ​​consciousness was blocked by an indescribable gray mist. In other words, even the golden finger that wanted to escape at the critical moment of life and death was gone.

Also sealed was the crystal clear power of thought. On the character card that had just begun to draw its prototype, it was converted into "mental power talent. Telekinesis", which could only light a torch or move an object weighing five kilograms.

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Fortunately, decades of hard training in martial arts have not been left behind. The "genuine energy" unique to the Chinese martial arts world cannot be embodied due to the incompatibility of the underlying rules of the plane.

There are extraordinary phenomena such as hoods, but the sharp intuition of warriors makes the character card skills have additional "anticipation" mental skills.

"What happened to this body? It was unexpectedly taken over by me unexpectedly and permanently. It seems to be an empty shell!"

The Adventer was just about to absorb the memory fragments and sort out the general outline, but was surprised to find that there was nothing, as if the folds of the cerebral cortex had been ironed out, a frightening blank, like dry

Clean white paper.

"We're in big trouble! If we don't accept and digest the memory of our old master, let alone the necessary basic knowledge of language, culture, social system, etc., I'm afraid I won't even be able to inherit the memories of interpersonal relationships, friend circles, and family relatives."

The most terrifying start, especially now that Goldfinger is banned and unable to use his extraordinary abilities, he has to start from scratch by himself, and he has to constantly explore the outside world to recover everything lost in this body.

At this moment, the descendant remembered his ten-digit number 7585204179, and simply named himself with the last two digits: "79, 79, Qi Jiu! Yes, from now on, my name will be Qi Jiu! I

Qi hopes that this coming will be peaceful and long-lasting!"

Of course, Qi Jiu, the descendant, also secretly has his own small thoughts. In a world dominated by technology, he might as well try the path of technological enlightenment. Can he go on and find a broad road? Can he do it?

Long life and long sight.

"This is no longer a small goal, but the ultimate pursuit! As for now, let's consider the sources of food and clean drinking water first!"

The descendant Qi Jiu used the natural light from the outside to look over the simple version of the three-proof fortification, which was not big or small. It was visually a 3*4*2 meter basement. In addition to the 70% new lead ceiling and copper wire mesh

It is shallowly buried in the four walls, and in some moist areas, the light patina is tinged with fluorescent green.

The only thing that made people feel a bit high-tech was a backpack-type ventilator. However, after Qi Jiu, the descendant, went up to pick it up and check it, he found that the oxygen reserve inside was only 67%, which was about three points used.

one.

At the corner of the wall, there are stairs for ordinary people to go up and down. Qi Jiu stepped forward and looked at it, and found that it was extremely steep. It was a bit difficult to go up, but it was easy to come down. He just stepped on both sides of the passage with his feet and faced the stairs.

Quickly slide down to the basement.

"Okay! There is no way out by waiting in this basement. If you want to survive in this strange and strange world, information, whether useful or useless, is essential."

Qi Jiu rummaged through the entire basement before finding a "pig feed" sack with three green Chinese characters in Song dynasty among the piles of junk. After tearing out the opening, he put it directly on his body. He felt that there were many thorns on the ground and his whole body was numb.

It's itchy and uncomfortable, but I can bear it for now. I'll have to make do until I find better clothes.

After wearing the coat to cover his body, Qi Jiu slightly moved the joints of his hands and feet, and a series of crackling sounds were made, especially on the back, like a string of five hundred firecrackers being lit. It was pleasant to the body and mind, and all fatigue disappeared.

After doing warm-up exercises before exploring outside, Qi Jiu walked vigorously to the passage and climbed up using his hands and feet. When he reached the top of the passage, he suddenly discovered that it was a sewer manhole cover. It was obviously a cross-shaped double-row bolt processed by hand.

It is firmly fastened to the ground and cannot be opened manually from the outside.

Qi Jiu stepped on the ladder, leaning against the smooth side of the passage. He grabbed the rusty wheel with both hands and turned it gently. As the gear shaft rotated, it drove the latches in the other four directions to shrink inward, and the manhole cover

The deadlock state is released and can be opened at will.

With caution in mind, Qi Jiu did not immediately reach out and push the lid open. Instead, he waited calmly for a long time. When there was really no movement at all, he exerted force with both hands and lifted it up slightly.

gap.

What he saw in front of him surprised him. All he could see was gray sand, covering an area of ​​about one meter in radius. The manhole cover was slightly raised up to two finger heights.

Qi Jiu saw tires that were burned into asphalt, heavily rusted car chassis and haphazardly piled body shells. From time to time, a few four-legged snakes as big as a palm scurried past with their forked tongues sticking out.

After he confirmed that the surroundings were safe, he pushed the entire renovated manhole cover outward with a little force, but carefully did not expose the manhole cover. Standing on the steps, he felt helpless like a toad sitting in a well watching the sky.

After waiting for a while, the hot wind without water vapor passed through the cracks of the old car, stirred up a little gray sand, and poured it on Qi Jiu's face. He still stayed there quietly, at most he closed his eyes and shook his head gently.

Shake it left and right to let the blinding gray sand slide down naturally.

There was still no movement at all! However, Wu Ren's overly keen intuition still made Qi Jiu feel a sense of being spied on, which made him feel very unhappy.

If you don't go out, you're waiting to die! If you risk going out and giving it a try, you still have a high chance of surviving. Qi Qi immediately made up his mind and stepped up two steps with his legs, bending his knees slightly. After taking a deep breath, his eyes rounded

Stare wide open.

Qi Jiu slowly exhaled a long breath. The hunter who was staying somewhere in the pile of abandoned cars opened his mouth slightly, dripping with yellow-green saliva. His triangular cat ears trembled slightly. His fur tightened unconsciously, and his muscles all over his body tightened unconsciously.

But he relaxed and seemed to be preparing for a fatal blow.

Just when the breath was about to expire, Qi Jiu's legs suddenly kicked down hard, and he jumped out of the passage like a swimming fish.

The hunter reacted immediately, claws popped out from his limbs, grabbed the iron sheet under his feet, vibrated all the muscles in his body, and exerted all his strength in one place. He saw a flash of gray light and pounced on the manhole cover condescendingly.

Unfortunately, before Qi Jiu's strength was exhausted, he jumped out of the hole with both feet, stepped on the vertical manhole cover with his left foot, and took advantage of the force with his right foot to kick violently in the direction of danger as predicted.

, the gray head in the center.

On the gray sandy sea, the mutated caracal with the speed of a cheetah hunts all prey with its bestial instinct, but it is still a step behind the experienced descendants.

Its chin was kicked hard by Qi Jiu's heel. Not only did the attack collapse on the spot, but its head was bent back 135 degrees. Its neck bones were broken and its trachea was stuck. It couldn't be lifted up in one breath. It died on the spot.

At the feet of those who descend.

Qi Jiu's body was also feeling uncomfortable. The momentum of the mutated caracal was counterattacked by him, and he had several fractures in the calf bones of his right foot. This was probably because the body had just grown up and lacked nutrition, so the bones were not very strong.

The two sides, the hunter and the hunted, exchanged blows in an instant, and the outcome was completely reversed. Qi Jiu struggled to stand up, feeling a pinprick-like pain in his right leg, especially the heel and calf, which he could hardly move.

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He leaned against an abandoned car, broke off a fender from a tire to serve as a shield when necessary, broke off a rearview mirror, and carried it in his right hand as a makeshift blunt instrument before taking a staggering step and cautiously testing.

near.

The mutated caracal with a broken neck bone stared blankly, until it saw the hunted human being appear in the field of vision. Then it swallowed its last breath with satisfaction. The pupils of its eyes quickly dilated.

Die for the enemy!

The sense of danger like needles pricking Qi Jiu's back disappeared, and he stepped forward with confidence. He took a look at the mutated creature as big as a cheetah and recognized it as a very rare caracal cat. After all, this

The ear features of an animal are so unforgettable.

"Is this a mutated creature? The size, muscles, and habits have all changed, especially the thick joints that support the doubled body, just like a ferocious creature."

Qi Jiu used his hands to touch every corner of the mutated caracal's body, and quickly came to this crude conclusion based on what he had experienced in the previous world.

Next, it’s time to harvest the spoils! After Qi Jiu put down his worries, he remembered several massage techniques, which have the effect of dispersing blood stasis and blood. He will kill a thousand enemies and damage his right leg, especially his calf, five hundred times.

For the following areas, massage with light and heavy hands.

After a few minutes, the unpleasant stinging sensation slowly disappeared. Except for the parts where the muscles and bones were not strong enough and cracked due to backlash, I could only hope to replenish nutrition in time and get proper rest, hoping to recover as soon as possible.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Jiu broke off a piece of leaf spring from a scrap car part. The corners were full of fresh burrs, like a newly sharpened saw. He scraped a few times on the tire steel frame to remove those burrs.

The metal thorn in the way looks like a slightly curved watermelon knife.

He once again used massage techniques to soften the mutated caracal's body, which was about to become stiff. The "watermelon knife" was forcefully inserted through the broken mandible, and it was cut to the end very smoothly.

Not long after, a whole piece of mutated caracal fur, including the head and tail, was "picked up" by Qi Jiu by touching the corpse with his bare hands. Due to the crudeness of the skinning knife, there were still a lot of residues on the cat skin.

However, this was not easy for Qi Jiu. He could no longer stand the ubiquitous itching of the sack. He just bought a piece of caracal skin and couldn't wait to put it on his body.

Of course, it is natural for the soft fur to face inwards. The caracal's tail, which is as hard as steel and soft as rope, has also become a new belt, which just holds the two hind legs of the caracal and restrains it.

Separate pants”.

After the battle on the manhole cover hidden in the pile of abandoned cars, Qi Jiu thought highly of himself and completed the mission of leaving the Novice Village.

As he gnawed on the mutated caracal's hind legs and climbed to the top of the pile of cars, he saw a corner of the world, an endless stretch of crumbling high-rise buildings, probably giant urban complexes from the old era.

Because of the war that year, the destructive power of nuclear weapons was so shocking that Qi Jiu did not find much evidence to support urban clusters.

However, judging from the exposed cross-sections of the broken parts of the ruin-like building, the arm-thick rebar, and the sandstone concrete building background, it is not difficult to see that it is the work of an infrastructure maniac.

At this moment, a beast-like roar came from the depths of the dilapidated concrete forest, mixed with heart-rending pain and forgetful anger.

"Modo? Mordor... it's neither. Based on my experience, it should be the Demon City!"

Qi Jiu had not noticed the consciousness just now. Once he blurted out, he immediately realized where he was now. He nodded with a smile, then shook his head and wiped his mouth and nose with the back of his hand: "Finally, I know the approximate location of my arrival.

Got it!"

He smiled and jumped from the top of the pile of abandoned cars. As soon as his feet landed, he rolled forward to remove most of the momentum. He looked back at the safe house hidden by a pile of steel garbage. His expression became solemn and he followed his own instructions.

The understanding ranger stalks toward the maze-like ruins of the city through the shadows between the crumbling buildings.

After sneaking into the nearest low-rise residential buildings one after another, Qi Jiu found nothing of value. Thinking of the pile of garbage in the corner of the basement, Qi Jiu somewhat understood the identity of the body he had taken after his arrival.

"A pioneer in a new frontier settlement? Or a free-spirited scavenger? The probability of the two is almost the same. No matter which profession you are, in the apocalyptic moment after the global nuclear war, you can have your own nest.

Pretty good.”

The further we go deeper into the ruined urban complex, the more supplies we can collect. I don’t know how many times I have replaced the fender shield on my left hand. The shield on my left arm is now removed.

The gasoline in the fuel tank of a 350cc motorcycle has long evaporated, and the paint on the surface is so old and peeling that the brand cannot be seen clearly.

These are trivial things that don’t need to be taken to heart at all. If it weren’t for Qi Jiu’s understanding of machinery and only the knowledge and concepts he got from books, he would have found that the motorcycle’s engine is still pretty good. As long as he finds a suitable

With the spare parts, you can repair a two-stroke engine that is pretty good at the moment.

However, in the end of the world when fossil fuels are exhausted, this thing is just a decoration once it is repaired. It is no wonder that Qi Jiu ignored it.

Just when this scavenger was wandering through the ruins of a post-apocalyptic metropolis, after turning a corner, he suddenly found a gold-lettered sign with a red background covered with a thin layer of dust, "**Supermarket"!

"Supermarket!" Qi Jiu's eyes suddenly lit up, but he did not put down the mutated caracal's hind legs. After all, the bones left behind could be used as blunt weapons.

Unfortunately, most of the main building of this supermarket was crushed by half of the bell tower that flew from nowhere. After Qi Jiu circled around, he broke in through the transom.
Chapter completed!