Chapter 66 Capital and Gifts (3200)

On the way to the city center, Jingyuan kept thinking about the mutated sparrow.

Those guys are very aggressive and their range of activities is unclear. If they just leave them alone, they are like a time bomb that may explode at any time.

Unless he moves or never goes out, the bird's nest must be cleaned.

The quickest way to think of is to use fire to burn the trees and nests cleanly.

But he didn't dare to get too close to the nest of the mutated sparrows. There were too many of them. Once they attacked him, it would be almost impossible for him to escape unscathed.

These mutant weavers were not like wasps, something that could be defended against by wearing gloves and a veil. Unless he found a piece of steel to make an airtight full-body armor, approaching the mutant weavers' nest at close range would be tantamount to death.

Once he sets a fire, he will be pecked into a sieve by the enraged weavers and become a shower that sprays blood out.

You need a crossbow or a bow, and as long as you can shoot rockets from a long distance and ignite the tree trunks, you can clear the nest of the mutant weaver while ensuring your own safety.

He doesn't understand how to make a crossbow, but anyone who has seen a bow can understand that the making of a bow is nothing more than finding a bent stick and tying a spring rope to it to make the bowstring.

He thought that the stick was easy to operate, but the problem was the material of the bow string. The bow string with stronger elasticity and toughness would be better. After all, with stronger elasticity and toughness, he could stand farther away and shoot arrows.

He didn't worry that he couldn't pull the bow. Although he had no reference, he felt that his current strength was comparable to that of a national weightlifter. He was only worried that the quality of the bow was not good enough and he would break it.

Recall that ancient bow strings usually used beef tendon and cowhide, while modern compound bows use high-tech fiber materials.

But there is no calf in this damn place to give him cramps, and I don’t know where to find a modern bow.

To be honest, as a modern person, he has only seen athletes playing bows on TV for more than 20 years. Perhaps his circle of friends is too narrow. In short, he has never heard of any of his relatives, friends and colleagues playing bows and arrows.

The so-called bow and arrow training hall is something that can only be played by children in big cities. Zhoushan City is just a small town, there is not even a children's palace, let alone this very rare interest class.

Where can I get a good bow? Shape a javelin from a bamboo pole and throw it with brute force?

He pondered all the way into the neighborhood near Sanwei Bookstore, put this matter aside for the time being, and began to look for bookstores and comic shops nearby.

He didn't wander far before he found several bookstores and roadside pavilions. After spending some time, he used a slingshot to shoot pottery shards to lure away the nearby zombies. He smashed the locks with an eggplant knife and violently broke into the stores.

The books placed in the cabinet on the bottom floor have been soaked by the rain. The books on the upper floor are a little yellowed, but they can still be read.

After visiting three or four bookstores, he casually browsed through the contents and selected dozens of comic books to put in his travel bag.

This is just an audition. The comics given to Xiao Yun'er must be read carefully and eliminated in a few rounds.

He had to find a clean place to conduct further screening. He parked his bicycle on the street and looked up at a six-story residential building and the zombies wandering nearby.

Let's take the rooftop of this building and test out the parkour skills I've been practicing recently.

It's just a six-story building, so it's not a big problem.

He geared up and took off with a running start. He stepped on an air conditioner on the second floor and used the support points to wrap his hands around the eaves of the balcony on the third floor. He threw himself up like a swing and used the water pipe very flexibly.

And the concave surface of the wall, climb up.

He counted silently in his mind, and when he counted to ten, he just arrived at the concrete floor of the rooftop.

He didn't feel that it was too strenuous. It was just a six-story climb, which was very easy for him.

This set of coherent and smooth movements amazed even the stuntman. He thought that if he used this skill to make a movie, he would definitely gain a lot of fans.

It seemed that the parkour training was still very effective, but when he was higher up, when he looked at the ten-story hotel building not far away, and thought of himself falling from ten floors and falling into a puddle of mud, he felt sad.

Feeling faint for a while.

He needs to practice more, I really don’t know how Spider-Man can adapt to the way of moving by swinging on spider silk.

Take your time, he doesn't have that talent, so he can only rely on hard work and sweat to make up for it.

Looking back, in front of me is a huge blue water bucket and the weathered, frosted, moss-covered ground.

He put down his travel bag, placed the comic books on the ground, and assembled them into a large rectangle like a puzzle.

Sitting cross-legged, he read these comic books while basking in the sun.

Those with fighting scenes will not work, those with severed hands and feet will not work, and those with bloodshed will not work. In addition, there are some exaggerated and funny comics, which will also be passed.

Most of the ones that remained were shojo comics.

Well, it seems that the comics that boys like to read are more about fighting and killing. If you want to cultivate soft and cute girls, you still have to use shoujo comics.

Putting the remaining seven or eight comics into his travel bag, he casually picked up a comic called "The War of Primitive Man" on the ground and flipped through it.

There is no special intention, just like sometimes when a dead leaf appears in front of me, I can't help but step on it and listen to the crisp cracking sound. This is the idea that comes out of nowhere.

Occasionally, he saw primitive people making bows and arrows in the pages of the book, but they used snake tendons instead of beef tendons.

Jingyuan slapped his thigh, yes, snake tendons can be used to make bowstrings!

At that time, he only focused on taking the body of the mutated python to evolve it, but did not take away many materials.

Mainly because he didn't have the conditions to peel off the skin of a python at that time. It took him almost an afternoon just to cut open the snake's belly.

The python was 12 meters long and its body was thicker than his thigh. He only had a dull kitchen knife at hand and could not move it away or cut it open, so he had to give up.

But it's different now. Now he has an eggplant sword and his strength has become stronger. He can completely handle the python's body!

He almost forgot about it. Counting the time, today happened to be the seventh day since he killed the python.

He immediately followed the water pipe, climbed back downstairs, and rode to the park.

I didn't know if the body was still intact, so I made a mistake. I should have disposed of the python's body as soon as I asked Xiao Yun'er to polish the eggplant knife.

Snake skin, snake teeth, and snake tendons are all good things. As for snake meat, which is gray and black and looks like mold, to be honest, he doesn't have the guts to eat it.

The idea that eating the meat of exotic animals can absorb the essence is all deceived by fantasy novels. The actual situation is that the meat of herbivores and insectivores is more delicious and nutritious.

The meat of carnivorous beasts such as tigers and lions is actually very unpalatable because they are at the top of the food chain and their bodies will accumulate a lot of toxins from lower food chains. At the same time, in order to hunt, their muscles must contain higher metabolism

Otherwise, the taste and quality of the meat will further deteriorate.

The best meat providers are primary consumers, such as chickens, pigs, cows, and sheep, so much so that they don't think the mutated python's meat is edible at all.

After a while, he arrived at the park on his bicycle and came to the familiar arch bridge. On the bridge, the almost scrapped little yellow car fell miserably to the ground.

I'm so sorry, Brother Huang Che, but I already have a better partner.

Jingyuan held a moment of silence for the little yellow car. When he came to the grass, he found the body of the python whose belly had been broken open, still lying intact on the ground.

However, the oil-like sticky shell of the "fungus beast" that was originally stuck in the python's throat dried up and cracked, revealing the true interior.

It was a withered zombie. It seemed that 80% of the water in the body had evaporated, leaving only a skeleton and the skin covering the skeleton. The bones were also broken by the python bite, which looked very scary.

Jingyuan looked back at the thorny fungus tree. Compared with before, there was no change.

But when he stood at the root of the fungus tree and looked at the "underground birdcage", he saw a black egg there.

The egg is as tall as a person, entangled in tree roots, and is slowly squirming. All the corpses that were originally in the "underground birdcage" have been sucked dry and turned into bones.

He felt a strange and evil atmosphere. This plant called "Fungi Tree" seemed like a terrifying species that came out of some evil legend. It was much scarier than those zombies made him feel.

He wanted to set a fire to burn the tree, so he did it as he was told, pulling down the nearby dry grass, hugging it around the tree, and then lit it with a lighter. The flames jumped and quickly attached to the trunk of the thorn tree.

He stood near the python carcass and observed it, about twenty meters away from the tree.

During the burning process, the dark, viscous liquid seeped out from the surface of the tree, as if it was trying to extinguish the flames. It was very effective. Wherever the liquid appeared, the fire was extinguished.

Jingyuan then took another big pile of hay and lit a bigger fire at its roots.

Black smoke floated into the sky, and the moisture in the mucus was dried. The fire became more intense, and the entire tree burned.

Seeing this scene, he felt a strange pleasure, which came out of nowhere. He felt very happy, very happy.

Without thinking too much, and seeing that there were no other strange phenomena happening in the tree, he began to deal with the python carcass.

The snake meat has been completely rotten, but it is not rotten like ordinary meat, but like hairy tofu, with many white pili growing out. There is no smell of rot, only a musty smell.

The meat became very soft, like fermented bean curd. Using an eggplant knife, Jingyuan pulled out the snake tendons near the spine without much effort.

It is very thick, with a diameter thicker than a hollow water pipe. It is three to four centimeters in diameter. It is very long, very tough, and has little moisture. It seems that there is no need to further refine the material.

He quickly peeled off the snake skin.

The snake tendons were okay, not very bulky, but the snake skin was a bit big. He flattened and folded the snake skin, tied it with the snake tendons into a square one meter long and half a palm thick, and tied it to his back.

Finally, there are the snake teeth. The python has a row of sharp long teeth, like a row of shark teeth, which can be used as weapon materials.

He broke the snake's backbone, removed its skull, separated its upper and lower jaws, tied them together with straw rope, and packed them into a travel bag.

Jingyuan bowed deeply to Brother Snake's battered body.

Thank you Brother Snake for your gift. I hope Brother Snake can live a happier life in the next life.
Chapter completed!