"Boss, goodbye, we will be back in a few days. Next time we come back, all our consumption should be exempted, hahaha." The crow walked out of the door turned around and shouted at the tavern, but before he finished speaking, he was pushed out by the female leopard who was impatiently waiting.

It was the next morning. As the sun just rose, the temperature began to heat up. The wilderness was still deserted. Occasionally, one or two pedestrians passed by in the distance. The lonely figure was soon engulfed by loess and sand, disappearing at the end of their vision.

The tavern behind me was still jingling sounds, and thick white smoke came out of the building's flue. The aroma of food and alcohol mixed together, and the smoke drifted out of the building, bringing a bit of warm smell to the barren wilderness.

Back in the sun, the female leopard stretched her body in the sun, stretched her long and long laziness comfortably, and made a snoring sound from her throat. It seemed that she wanted to roll around the hot land a few times, but the crow and rose were not as bored as her. The crow in black and the rose under the parasol were standing side by side, looking at the slave traders' camp yesterday with a smile.

Everyone was dead, the camp was full of corpses, but the inside was not messy.

Two second-level equal strong men died in their sleeping bags.

A strong man's sleeping bag was still wrapped around his body, and there was no trace of moving left. He probably died in his dream. There was almost no scar on his body. Only a small part of the nail was exposed on his right ear. A small amount of dried blood and cerebrospinal fluid dripped on the sleeping bag along the nail.

The other strong man had already sat up, but that was all. He had fallen back straight and had three claw marks on his throat, just like he was scratched by the claws of some beast. His hands were pressed tightly on his throat, and his surroundings were covered with sprayed blood stains.

As for the death of others, it was quite strange.

Standing, sitting, and even touching the ground with one leg like dancing, everyone maintained an extremely strange posture, with abnormally twisted limbs, like stiff wood carvings.

Everyone's mouth and eyes were wide open, and the vines of climbing plants drilled out from every hole in their bodies and crawled all over their bodies. The plants grew vigorously, and the emerald green color looked particularly eye-catching in the barren wilderness. Small flowers had even bloomed between the green leaves. In the sun, on the corpse, the flowers that grew from flesh and blood swayed gently in the breeze.

"Tsk tsk, you said it would be great if you agreed to sell it to me." Standing in front of the caravan leader's body, the crow shook his head with a sad look on his face, "There is no need to be as troublesome as you are now, are you right?"

It's really troublesome, because all the slaves are gone.

The corner where the slaves were piled up was full of messy footprints, which led to the outside of the camp. There were still many broken ropes left on the ground. No one, including the tattooed women, was left, but the other things were preserved intact.

Six two-headed cows were lying together, and twelve heads were curiously looking at three creatures that disturbed their dreams. Four locomotives were parked side by side next to the truck. They opened the energy storage compartment, and even the power bar inside remained the same.

A little outside the camp, the corpses of more than 20 radiant scorpions and seven or eight mutant wolfs who came smelling the blood also turned into the soil for plant growth, just like the humans in the camp.

"What is the convention? Well, I already know."

Because the female leopard has begun to check in the camp, it is like a big cat exploring the territory, making the campsite messy.

Jerky? Throw it away. Who knows what kind of meat it is? Cats don’t have the habit of eating human flesh.

Lizard strings? Throw them away, and there is plenty of food, so there is no need to treat them as treasures like the wasteland people.

A lot of bottle caps? You're crazy, you don't feel heavy with so many bottle caps.

Canned vegetables with labels? This is a good thing, just pack it up.

Wow, the whole box of standard ammunition, brand new car-mounted machine guns, several bundles of trucks and motorcycle power rods, round radiant grenades, what is in this box? Ha, a large box of small nuclear melting batteries, since this thing is there, then... Sure enough, four plasma pistols have made a fortune and have no rocket launchers, and they don’t have rocket launchers and grenade launchers. Are you two really the same level-2 strong men? It’s useless.

While muttering, he brought every treasure he found onto the truck, and threw the unnecessary things all over the ground. Soon, the supplies of the slave caravan were looted and the essence was gathered together.

"Tsk tsk." Looking at a lot of spoils, the crow suddenly found that he actually felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure. "I found that the harvest of robbery caravans was quite good."

"The merchants have no money, it's not worth it." Rose snapped his finger casually, and all the vines in the corpses quickly withered, and eventually degenerated into flower vines and retracted under the ground. "The caravans of the major forces have strong defense power and are easy to offend people, which is not worth it. Let the wasteland bandits solve the problem by themselves."

The female leopard jumped into the truck's cab as soon as possible and shouted happily: "Get on the bus, get on the bus, I drive today, hahaha, I like driving the truck the most, I am full of momentum."

"Can she drive?" The crow jumped carefully into the back car, "I don't think my first experience ended in a car accident."

"x, silly crow, what are you saying? You're too underestimating me." The female leopard's fist stretched out of the window and waved angrily, "I've driven it many times, although it's a game... yell~~"

Without any excessiveness, the speed of the car started to rise at the first time, and the tires and body made protest moans. The crow finally understood why Rose had fixed the trophy so tightly. Well, he figured out this problem when he was hanging it at the rear of the car.

In just a few minutes, the tavern was left behind far away. At first, you could see the proprietress poking her head out of the tavern and sneaking the two-headed cow into the backyard of the tavern. Soon, even these were not visible. There was only a small black dot left in the building. In the wilderness under the scorching sun, there seemed to be only a lonely truck, driving to the northeast with rolling loess.

"Big Cat Park, OK, let's see our new passengers now." He lifted a piece of tart cloth in the corner of the car, kicked the big wooden box below, and the tattooed female savage rolled out of the wooden box.

At this time, the tattooed woman had no shackles on her body, but she was tied up by the vines and could not even squirm. She could only sway around in place, and her mouth was filled with leaves, and she made a faint stammering sound with panic on her face.

"Um." After turning around the tattooed woman for a few times, staring at her and looking carefully for a long time, the crow nodded seriously, "The technique is good, it seems that she has a lot of experience."

"Is this the conclusion you have come to after researching for so long?" Rose raised her head to the sky expressionlessly, but the parasol had already been raised. "I have rich other experiences, should I give it a try?"

"I'm not interested in one-time experiments."

The crow did not provoke anymore, but instead squatted down in front of the tattooed woman, stared at her frightened eyes and pondered for a while, suddenly got up and opened the box, took out a few dead leaves and two pieces of soil, crushed them and put them in the bowl she picked up casually.

"water."

Wow, the water was poured into the bowl, and after a few simple stirrings, the things in the bowl had turned into brown and sticky paste. The crow took off the translator on his neck and turned it off. Then he held the bowl and squatted in front of the tattooed woman again, stared at her eyes, and began to mutter something in his mouth.

It seems like singing, but the tune is almost flat, so it is better to be chanting. The content seems to be in some language, but the extremely fast speech speed and weird pronunciation sound like meaningless humming. The sound is not loud but coherent, and it is endless from beginning to end. The meaning is unclear and monotonous. But after listening for a long time, it seems that this sound is always lingering in the ears.

After humming for a while, the crow put his fingers into the bowl and began to draw some strange patterns on the carriage beside the tattooed woman. Some were the symbols on her body, while others were completely different, but they always gave people the illusion of similarity.

Seeing the symbols drawn beside her, the fear in the tattooed woman's eyes turned into surprise. As the symbols became more and more, the surprise turned into joy.

After drawing a circle of symbols, the crow began to circle around the tattooed woman. The pace of her footsteps was very strange, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and it was dazzling. After doing all this, he gestured to the rose, and the vines tied up the tattooed woman and the leaves in her mouth quickly withered, and quickly turned into a pile of plant powder. However, the tattooed woman who had regained her freedom did not jump out of the car and escape like the female leopard worried. Instead, she sat on the ground, staring at the crow without blinking with her shiny eyes.

The crow walked around for a few more times, and finally stopped in front of the tattooed woman and stopped humming. She used her fingers dipped in thick paste to draw patterns on the tattooed woman's forehead and face. The tattooed woman cooperated and closed her eyes and let the crow draw on her body.

"Is this your magic spell?" The female leopard couldn't hold it anymore, and took off the translator and asked, "What are you singing?"

"What are you singing?" The crow shrugged while drawing, "Oh, I just hummed a few times."

"Ha?" The female leopard almost didn't react, "What do you mean when you danced just now?"

"I don't know, I made it casually according to the movie. Who knows what it means? I can't repeat it now if I ask me to repeat it."

"X, are you sick?" Fortunately, the female leopard remembers the current occasion and did not yell, "I thought it was his x's ceremony."

"If the magic spell is so troublesome, my life is not enough to die for a hundred years." The crow said indifferently, "And the things like rituals are for others to see, just edit them casually. As long as they can be effective, you see, isn't this very effective?"

Sure enough, with the last painting of the crow, the horror and depressed look on the tattooed woman had completely disappeared, but her reaction was beyond the expectations of the three.

The tattooed woman hugged the crow's legs and suddenly started crying loudly, crying while shouting something.

"What did she say?"

"If you have enough fun, bring the translator and listen to it yourself." Rose gave him a blank look and turned around and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Chapter completed!